Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Mrs. Inara Dinata's

Czechoslovakia!

The sound and flash from Reza's cell phone camera woke me this morning - my first morning with a new status: his wife - Mrs Inara Dinata. I took off my last name happily --without the slightest regret. Ever since I knew my father's misery, I hated Satria's name being behind mine. I'm happy to have my new status and name.

"Good morning, my wife," Reza greeted me and kissed me on the lips. He called it a morning kiss, and a cheerful smile full of love rose from his handsome face.

Ecieee.

"Morning... My husband." I immediately chuckled in laughter, as if what I just said was a funny thing. It seems I still don't believe -- I and Reza have gotten to this point - - the point where me and her are already tied up in a legitimate marriage relationship. "My tongue still calls you my husband."

She smiles. "Later to get used to it, too" he said.

"You took my picture, huh?"

He's nodding. "We. Both," he said. "The first face I saw when I opened my eyes. Your face on the first day as my wife. Who just woke up and hasn't taken a shower."

I stick out my tongue. "Sok romantic," I said a little mocking him. Fortunately he did not. "Have you taken a shower?" ask me again while touching her hair that has been neatly tied.

"From dawn, shampoo." He rolled his eyes mischievously.

"Sorry, yes," I said - - who did not want to respond to his mischief at the time.

"It's okay. You have not prayed either. It's okay to wake up."

I smile. Then stand by plugging the blanket over my body - about to go to the bathroom. At that time Reza was still lying in bed. He watches me while he grinned. She must have felt like what I did was funny or silly. How about it, I still feel awkward in front of him if I only wear underwear.

"Don't be shy with me now" he said.

I turned and smiled at him. "I'm not ashamed, though." Then I glanced at the blanket that I wrapped around my body tightly. Covering traces of her love red around my neck and around my chest. I was embarrassed to notice my red body here and there because of my husband's insanity last night. "Okay, maybe I'm embarrassed. A tad. I need some time to get used to it."

After I took a shower, Reza was out of the room. As for me, I came out of the room a few tens of minutes later, after I finished taking a bath, getting dressed, and dressing up neatly. Reza was sitting together with my mother and Ihsan at the dinner table, enjoying her breakfast and warm tea.

"It's okay. Mother understands, really. Her name is also a newlywed. You guys had a long night. Tired, right?"

My mother smiled - a meaningful smile. He must have thought that Reza and I had gone through the first night. For I did not tell him about the stabbing and Reza's operation, nor the others.

Reza and I just glanced at each other. I looked into his eyes in the hope that he would understand: lest he fall. I don't want my mother to worry and think about the calamity that happened to her the other day.

He nodded his head too. I'm glad he understood and didn't say anything to my mother. "What were you talking about?" tanyaku-intentioned to shift the subject.

"We discussed our plans to stay here for a while. Mother agrees, and Mother will also settle here with us. Isn't that right, Bund?"

My mother nodded and said yes. I'm happy --really happy.

"By the way, is anyone around here selling breakfast?"

"There," my mother said. "What do you want to buy, son?"

"You buy food, Mother. Want to buy a typical snack Palembang."

"Yes yes, when you want to buy coral," joked my mother. Kontan, we're all laughing.

After his laughter subsided, Reza immediately replied, "Reza doesn't know his name, Bund. The food was white, made of rice, rolled up, doused in savory broth, plus sprinkled with fried onions."

"Bugra...!" exclaim Ihsan with spirit.

Instantly the atmosphere of the dining table was again boisterous filled with echoes of our laughter - me and my mother. "Bugro kelles." I said. "Don't doubt you've lived in Jakarta for a long time, all the letters O you replace with the letter A. You're...."

Ihsan blushed due to her mistake. But because he also really likes bugro, he also invited Reza to hunt for culinary morning, and it almost happened every day until Ihsan and the others went home and to their respective destinations. Yeah, Ihsan has to work and go back to Jakarta. My mother didn't have the heart to let her live alone, but she was worried about me too, she was afraid I wasn't used to my new life, especially since we were in the village - - it was not impossible that the things related to my father could ruin the atmosphere.