Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Which I Can't Cover

My mother walked into my ward with her moody face. He sat on the chair - next to me.

"The others are home, huh, Bund?

"Emm? What, Son? Oh, mmm. They're still talking to the cops up front."

"Mother is here. But Mother's mind is wandering far away."

Like swallowing a chunk of coral, my mother had trouble speaking. "Mother almost lost you, son. Also the grandchildren of Mother. All of this is a real nightmare. Well, Mommy experiences many bad things throughout your life, but it never feels worse than when your child experiences this. You must have been so scared last night."

I'm nodding. "Very, Bund. Even to this moment. Moreover, it also feels confusing. Nara should be happy because Salsya is undeniable, she always bothers Nara. But, seeing him die was amazing, it felt...."

"You see it, son?"

"Eh? Emm. I mean Nara...."

"Mother knows you're hiding something."

Cry broke. My mother knows me too well, no matter how much I hide something she will know and can rub me - - - making me express it directly or not. "Nara saw everything, Bund," I said at last. My voice trembles. "Nara saw when the man killed Salsya sadistically. Nara's afraid...."

"Do you know who that guy is?"

I'm shaking. "Dark, Bund. Shadow vaguely. His clothes are black. Nara had no idea how tall, male or female, especially when Nara was scared to death."

"Why are you covering this up? He threatened you?

Again, I shook my head. "Don't know. It's a threat or something. But he tells Nara not to say anything -- to anyone. He asked Nara to shut up. Nara. Anyways... Nara also could not reveal her identity at all. Even features... Nara doesn't know. Free, right?"

My mother shook her head in confusion. "What's the point?" he asked himself. "If he wants to have bad intentions for you, why not put the knife in your hand? He made it look like Salsya killed herself. But after that, he drugged you. He released you from the dead, but he also tied you up in the Salsya murder mystery."

"Nara doesn't know. The important thing is that he released Nara from Salsya's grip. He also freed Nara, didn't kill Nara either, did he? Either out of pity, or he's actually trying to protect Nara. Nara doesn't know."

This time my mother was understanding of my choice. "You sure you can always cover this up if the police keep interrogating you?"

My head hurts again. I clutched my hair in frustration. "No idea" I said. "Look now, Nara couldn't even hide this from Mother. Nara is afraid that if she is caught lying to the police, will Nara be punished? But Nara also did not want to be impressed not to comply with the request of the person. If he finds out later, if the guy's angry? Then...he... how? Nara's... How should nara? Nara is no longer a single girl who can protect herself. Nara does not want to be selfish and sacrifice... Nara just wants Nara's kids to survive, Bund. Nara...," I wonder*. "Why am I now this wily and wily?"

Chequek!

Door opens. Ihsan entered with the look of a killer man and immediately approached me. Quickly I broke away from my mother's embrace and instantly wiped away the tears.

"satisfied? Hm? Satisfied to have created this excitement? Already content to trouble everyone, make everyone worry?"

Oh my....

"Ihsan, i-"

 "You really want to die? Huh yeah?"

"Ihsan-"

"I don't think, where's your brain? Before doing anything - think with the brain."

I nodded my head to admit my mistake. "I know I was wrong. But--"

"You fool! You're it...."

His words were held back by a drop of tears dripping down. His brain raced in waves of emotion and despair.

"I'm sorry Ihsan."

Ihsan sighed with a slight look up - his habit of tempering anger. "Please, please stop making me feel useless. Never harm yourself like this again. Don't be smart enough to solve your own problems. You got me. I will solve all your problems. You're just saying what I should do, what to do. I'll do everything for you. Youunderstand?"

"Hmm, yeah. I know I'm wrong."

No one can scold me as well as Ihsan. Wherever, whenever, and even without cue he can do it at will. Even he can trigger whatever sentence is in his brain just like that without looking at the limits of politeness towards me, without caring about anyone around me. Like a big brother, as soon as he put himself in front of me. This time my mother could only shut up and let it go, because it was my fault and we knew in the end Ihsan would stop by herself and embrace us.

"Please, you don't be careless anymore. Hear that?"