Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Our Home

Something's.

That was all Reza said at the time. He will say his request was on his birthday, coinciding with the day of our return to Jakarta. She said, once we got home, she would tell me what to give her as a birthday present for her.

"Don't try to refuse, and don't ask again. Just wait until I say it later. Okay?"

Eh?

"But, Mas. I-i-"

"Don't let me down."

"alright. Okay." Okay."

In short: want, don't want, must want.

Reza's birthday and my birthday are seventeen days apart. We are both Leo stars. It's just that I was born in July, while Reza was born in August. Plus he's four years older than me. This year is his twenty-ninth birthday.

And when that day came, I tried to be a very obedient wife for her. He took me home to Jakarta on a night flight. After taking off, our arrival was immediately welcomed by Erik. He gave Reza the car keys and helped Reza put our things together in the car. After that Reza closed my eyes and asked me to relax. I don't know where he's taking me.

About half an hour later, he told me we had arrived. He led me out, put my foot out, and he opened my blindfold.

"Where are we, Mas? Whose house is this?" my many.

She smiles. "This house is yours. Our house."

"Our house?" I was confused and happy, more precisely because I never thought about this. Earlier I thought we were going back to Ihsan's house. "It's real or...."

Reza kissed my forehead. "Our house, our paradise. We're gonna stay here," he said. He grabbed me by the shoulder and dragged me to the door. "Where's the key?"

I gawk. "Key?" my many.

"Yes, keys. Don't tell me the key's left."

I still don't understand. My forehead shriveled, but that very second I immediately realized and immediately understood. "Oh, the key you gave me back then? Geez, I thought it was the key to a house in Bogor, "I said. I opened my bag trembling, took my wallet and pulled out the key. "Please, you'll open it."

Reza opened the door and let me in.

I was astonished, the house was exactly my design, at least only a slight difference. Dreamlike. This must be a dream.

"www! Sick, know!" Reza screamed because I pinched.

Huh!

"Sick, huh? I'm not dreaming."

I immediately grinned and spread my gaze throughout the room.

In the first square - calculated from the right, the front most functioned as a garage. The right and left sides are concrete walls, while the front and back are harmonica iron doors, so that if both doors are opened -- then the garage will connect the front yard with the pool. And at the end of the pool was a small room that served as a band stage, complete with his band tools.

Then in the second square - it is sealed into five equal parts. The first part is the front porch. The second and third sections are used as bedrooms. And the fourth and fifth parts function as a dining room and kitchen that is only blocked with a bar-style table.

Furthermore, in the third square - the first room functioned as a living room, the same size as the size of the terrace. The next room is a relaxing room as well as a family room, which is actually only a room like a corridor that penetrates directly to the back terrace. There are some sofabed minimalist placed attached to each side of the outer wall of the room, and complete with several small tables and a television.

Then in the fourth square, in the first partition there is a room that functions as a home musala, complete with toilets and wooden places that are blocked by translucent glass walls, like a toilet in a big mall. The hallmark is next to the living room. The size is exactly the same as the living room. The next bulkhead - the second and third dividers, functioned as a bedroom as well. And the fourth partition functioned as a warehouse. The room contains large cabinets specifically for storing items such as blankets, sheets, prayer mats, or other types of fabrics. Even items such as suitcases, mats, mattresses, ambal, and others, are all stored there. While the very end of the bulkhead functioned as a wet-wet place, ranging from toilets to washing places.

After I finished looking around the first floor, Reza took me upstairs, to the second floor. We went up through the stairs in front of the warehouse room, where the warehouse door and toilet were behind the stairs.

On the second floor were six rooms facing each other. Three rooms on the right, three more on the left. While in the middle - between the rows of rooms on the right and the rows of rooms on the left - functioned as a lounge and a family room as well, it also comes with a television and some minimalist sofabed and small tables. And beyond -- there is a spacious veranda, it is located elongated, starting from the top of the garage, front porch, up to the top of the living room and musala.

The main room - our room, located at the very back, just above the back porch and above the kitchen. We also have a dream bathroom located just above the first-floor toilet. It is also equipped with a private veranda located on the band stage. That way we can plunge free from the balcony of our room into the pool.

But actually at that time I couldn't see our room. "We go upstairs first" Reza said as I opened the door. I agreed and we went up to the third floor.

The third floor was in the form of gallery space, the extent of the building floor below. A rectangular room surrounded by concrete walls decorated with photos of the two of us, our first photo in Kenjeran Beach, all our prewedding photos, our photos in Bandung and in Cianjur, he said, our wedding photos, our photos in tuxedos and my wedding dress, as well as our honeymoon photos. The gallery also serves as a home theater and karaoke room. There were bookshelves that were still empty and some empty storefronts there as well. It is also equipped with some sofabeds.

Next, Reza took me to the roof top. "You wanna fuck under the stars?" my many.

"What?" tanyakanya.

"What gift do you want?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "That's your wish, and I've fulfilled it. But that's a good idea. We're gonna fuck up there sometime."

Wew! A mischievous glint emanated from his eyes.

"Hmm.. Then what?"

He didn't answer. He just smiled, grabbed my hand and held me up. As soon as the roof top door opened, my eyes were immediately fixed on the stage in the middle of the roof top, there were pole dance poles, rags dangling from the stage roof, and a chair.

"I know you understand I mean," Reza said softly in the ear, making me instantly crumble.

I'm nodding. Obviously I get it, Reza wants me to dance for her.

"Can, right?"

Again I just nodded. It felt like I could not dwell, the ways Reza dramatized the atmosphere made me sculpt. He took off my buttons - one by one - until he took off my dress. He wanted me to dance like a real dancer - I mean like a dancer in a dance competition. A professional dancer.

Wait a minute, I doubt it. "Mas, I haven't done this in a long time. Maybe-"

"Do your best. Don't resist!"

Oh, my God, there's just a request.