Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
My Birthday

Where might be the deal. Reza never did. He gave me a box of jewelry. I shuddered to see it, because Reza said it belonged to his late mother who had been collected for many years. Reza wants me to keep the jewels well, just like her mother used to. It should not be sold, unless - amit-amit - in a moment of urgency.

It was Monday, July 27th. He planned to take me to the city to spend the night at the mes restaurant, he wanted to spend the whole day alone with me, on my birthday. I was so happy when he came up with his idea. It was as usual, he who had woken up first - - woke me up and invited me to the morning prayer, finished the prayer and prayed, I kissed his hand as my priest and he kissed my forehead as his funeral. The only difference was that he hugged me, like the first time we prayed together as a married couple. He hugged me who was still veiled tightly.

"Happy birthday" he said. "Welcome to a quarter of a century."

Huh!

"Can't you say it romantically? Happy birthday, my dear wife. May you be happy and healthy always. That sounds good" I protested.

I chuckled, but Reza chuckled. I remember the first time he asked me to get married, like that - not romantic at all. But at least this time we hugged, even if only on the floor with a prayer mat. Ah, I just realized, it's a lot more romantic. At least that's what my husband is like, his romance is a bit different. A little weird and weird. Oops!

"Happy birthday, my wife. I love you."

"thank you. I'm happy to be able to get through my birthday this year with you."

"How about we go to town? Overnight in mes? Hm? We can be alone all day. Wanna?"

I am so yes!

"A good idea. I want to."

Ah.. glad I. I feel like God is very good to me right now. To be sure, I'm so grateful that he sent me a perfect partner like Reza. After all, all this time I did not ask for strange things, did not ask to be made the ruler of the world or evil things like that. I don't want to be president, or an astronaut, or ask to be a great and rich man like Bill Gates. My wish is very simple: I want us to stay together, and live happily. Not too grandiose, is it?

Or yes?

"Be careful and have fun" Mother said as we bade.

I nodded with a wide grin. Of course we'll have fun. "Trims, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mother Nara stayed, yes."

My mother smiled as she stroked my head. "It's okay" he said. "Mother's happy that you're together often."

Yeah, even though my mom didn't say it, but I know - she wanted us to give her a grandchild soon.

Aamiin. I hope so too...

That afternoon we left after lunch. Like Reza's will, we spent time alone. From our house directly to Lake Opi, Jakabaring. Enjoy the breeze while enjoying grilled corn and green coconut. We also took a water bike.

"Mas, we've been married for more than three months. But I'm still not pregnant. Are you disappointed in me?"

He looked at me, as if my question was the strangest thing he had ever heard. "Why ask like that?"

I took a breath, then shook my head.

"I've never been disappointed in you. About sustenance, about children, we have to keep trying. The result is up to God."

I'm nodding. "What about the pregnancy program?"

"Later, after we return to Jakarta. Nih, bite." He thrust his sweet spicy grilled corn into my face and I ate it. "Don't think too much, the burden of the mind is not good for fertility" he added.

Yeah, I know that. My green coconut kusedot is pretty much. I'm not thirsty, but I need to relax my mind with a cold drink.

"Well, if green coconuts are good for fertility." She smiles. Thas right.

"Enak" Reza commented. "How about you learn to cook this noodle? So we can eat whenever I want."

I don't mind that, but Reza has to pull back the words he said - first. "Remember, no? You said you wouldn't ask me to cook you some food?"

Reza was silent for a moment, seemingly trying to remember: how, when, and where he had said it. Then he grinned. "Okay, I remember. Well, now I'm retracting my words back then. I want you to cook for me often. No problem, right?"

I've guessed. The husband prefers to eat food cooked by his wife, as is also a Reza Dinata. And I smiled. "One day I'll cook for you. I promise it'll feel good."

It was almost nine o'clock by night when we got to the mes resto. I shower, clean myself and brush my teeth. When I opened the bathroom door and was about to get out of there, what I found was a dark room that was only lit by a few candles. One of them was a candle on the birthday cake she had prepared for me.

"Happy birthday" he said in my ear.

Uuuh.. sweet once....

He hugged me and we stepped together towards the cake. Then he asked me to say a prayer, blow out a candle, cut his cake, and give him his first bite - my husband. Thereafter...

"Gift to you" he said. He gave me something wrapped in wrapping paper. It was not hard to open it, and I immediately found a clear plastic box, and its contents...

Oh my....

"Mas, this.... for me? This much?"

I swallowed spit. I've seen that much gold only in the storefronts of gold, NOT MY PERSONAL PROPERTY.

"It belongs to the late mother" he said. "Maybe most of the models are old, old models, because this has been collected by Mother for a long time. Now I'm handing this to you. Take good care. Not for sale. Unless it's a shoo."

The box is plastic, clear, with a width slightly larger than a notebook. There are six slots in it. The largest slots are filled with large bracelets arranged in piles. While other jewelry is included with the origin in their respective slots. Rings are stacked with fellow rings, necklaces fellow necklaces, as well as the earrings and pendants.

To be honest at that moment I was stunned for quite a long time, and trembled.

"Your peacock deck and the roses I bought for Mom were there, too" he said, putting the birthday cake in his box.

I breathed a lot of air - trying to regain control of myself. "Mas.honestly, I'm happy. I'm not a naive woman. I'm not naive, of course I'm willing to accept and won't reject all this jewelry. But... Are you sure you want to give this to me?"

"Yes, sure. You're my wife."

I'm still tight-lipped. I don't feel like believing. Even though I knew Reza was very rich, I didn't expect him to give me that much trust.

"Don't dumb. Put the box down" he said. "I want to give you an extra gift."

Huh huh?

Suddenly he held me tight and smiled mischievously.

"A little while" I said. "Put this down first."

But boro-boro, she just put the box on the table and pulled me straight to the bed, dropping down on it. Ah.. that's how he is if he's drunk with desire.

Hm....

"By the way, on your birthday, what do I have to give you to return this gift?"