Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Red Rose

"Mass?"

"What?"

"You...."

"Emm?"

"Are you saddened by Salsya's death? Do you feel like you lost her?"

Eh?

Reza laughed softly. "No. Yeah, I don't think so. If pity may be yes, because well, because he wasted his life. But.. if sad, it feels a little, but not to make me cry. Just sad, because.... Look, why would he die that way? Different, lo, if the death is due to an accident for example. But I don't feel lost, honestly, not at all. Except for Aulian. I'm sad because she lost her mother. It's not wrong, is it, that I feel sorry for that poor baby?"

I'm nodding.

"Ehm, honey, listen to me. From now on, we just have to face the law. The rest, it's all over. There's nothing to worry about in the third person. There's nothing else you need to be jealous of. You've been able to calm down about my loyalty, haven't you?"

I smiled -- a smile that I did not understand the reason. But I know -- I smiled at the past. "Yes" I said. "It was all about Salsya it was a real nightmare for me."

"Yep. It's been a grueling nightmare, and the story is closed. And now...," Reza whispered, "do you want me to answer?"

Eh?

Fuck up! He could think mischievously in a situation like this.

"It's potent?"

"We'll try it first."

"Mas..," I screeched, as soon as Reza was about to hold me, and...

Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me...."

A hospital cleaning service, a man in his thirties stood in front of the door of my ward with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"With Inara's Mother?"

I'm nodding.

"There was a shipment for Mbak, it was posted in the security guard post," he said.

Fourteen sprigs of red roses with a letter inside.

You will be the winner.

The deg!

"Darling?" Reza patted my shoulder. "I'm talking to you. You daydreaming?"

My heart is beating fast. "Sori, I didn't hear."

"Darling?"

"Emm, what?"

"Geek me, what does that writing mean? Did you kill Salsya?"

"No. I swear to God, Mom. Not me." I looked at his eyes sharply. "I want to ask you the same question."

Reza. "Me?"

"Everyone should be suspected."

"meaning?"

"It's fourteen sprigs of red roses."

"Oh,*hit! Is this from the killer?"

"Yes. I'm certain. And this...."

Reza. "That's not me, honey," she said firmly. "But we can check it."

It was my turn to shake. "No way, Mom. Thats impossible. This flower moves from hand to hand. There is no word on which store it came from. It is also impossible to ask all the florists in this city. After all, not necessarily the culprit bought this flower himself. Maybe he told someone else. Maybe, he just wanted to tell me that he's always watching me."

"Huh?"

"Well, it could be. It could be that he's here." I looked out of the room, starting to get scared.

"Darling, hey. You why? Don't be afraid, yeah. There's me, and outside there's some bodyguards. He won't be able to get near you. Relax, huh? Quiet." Calm."

I nodded, thinking about what happened that night, then I smiled - not a happy smile, not a happy one, not a day. "Mas, the killer saved me and our children from Salsya. He didn't kill me. Can we not talk to the police about this? I hope you don't mind if Salsya doesn't get justice. Yeah, right, Mas? Please?"