Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
First Fuss

Unfortunately, the euphoria of independence day only lasted for a moment for me. Because my life is not free yet. Since hearing the bell that afternoon, my life was cloudy again, the black cloud came again.

"Let me open the door" said Reza.

As I was about to go upstairs to clean up, I was curious because I didn't hear anyone's voice in the living room. I checked it outside too. And...

"Hi."

I was surprised to see Salsya standing on the porch of our house. "You? Why is it here?"

Salsy did not answer. I turned my eyes to Reza. "You invited him, Mas?"

Reza.

"I know from the tag location post on Instagram Aarin. And I saw your car parked here, "Salsya clarified it before I got mad at Reza.

Hm....

"Then? What do you want here?"

"I. I want to see Reza."

"What's wrong? Is there anything you want to talk about? Just tell me," my cerocos.

Salsya did not reply, she glanced at Reza as if asking for understanding from him. He wants to talk to Reza alone, without me. Reza said he asked me to come in.

"don't want. I won't allow you to be alone with another woman."

But Reza took my hand and invited me in. "See, Shay," he said.

Just like before, I don't like him being gentle with Salsya. Even though I know that's what her character is, she can't be rude to women.

"It's been four months, and we haven't had a fight since we got married. We're happy, right? Why would it have to ruin it just because of Salsya's presence? You don't want to, do you, Ihsan see bad things in our household?"

Wh why? Why should I understand? It's keeping me tight. "Why can't I hear? I'm entitled, right? I'm your wife" said I, who nearly cried over Reza's refusal.

"I knew. But he won't talk when there's you. Isn't that more complicated? We're gonna have to deal with it longer, right?"

"No need to think about this. You go up, clean up. Ready to pray, soon magrib. I went to see Salsya first."

I nodded indistinctly in annoyance and had no choice. Or any? Raging like crazy to drive him away?

"Well," I said. "I-i"

No more words to say. I went upstairs and hung myself in my room.

But is the fight over?

Haven't. When I finished the bath, Reza was already in the room, she was standing at the balcony door with two arms folded over her chest.

"Has he gone?" my many.

Reza turned around, then shook her head. "It's already night. Let him spend the night here, will you?"

"You asked for permission or told me?"

"I..," Reza was silent for a moment. "Begging for your permission" he said.

"I don't allow. It's Jakarta. There are many hotels here."

"Honey, he's afraid to spend the night at the hotel. You know yourself-"

"Fuck up with the trauma. Why should I care? Heh? Why?"

I started to rampage again, while Reza did not flinch, but he also did not try to understand and obey my will.

"Oh, okay. Please if you want him to spend the night here. I'm quite self-conscious. I realize this is your home. You have the right to choose anyone to live here." I left Reza, I went into the locker room and locked him inside. He tried to persuade me to come out and talk to him nicely. But I refused by shouting to get him out of the room.

My tears were dripping again - the first tears born from my heartache - in our new marriage of corn.

It's smirking!