Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Decrease Ego

The clock on the wall showed me at half-eight in the evening when Ihsan knocked on my door. "Can I come in?"

I agreed and opened the door for him. Then as usual, he advised me - as always. "I don't want to interfere" he said. "But it is not good to show the bad state of your household in front of others. After all, Mas Reza is your husband, you have the right to stick to him twenty-four hours, don't give anyone else a gap."

The loophole? What loopholes? I grunt. "Mas Reza even opened the door wide for the woman. Not just a gap."

"But he's yours. You have to take good care of yours. And look, I know you're tough and very stubborn. I also know plus understand your anger. But being a little lenient and needing protection - sometimes necessary, so that your feet can put themselves in protective gear, not the person you should always blame. So melt your ego a little. Okay?"

I'm shaking. "Be like Salsya?"

"It's up to you to call it what. But there is no harm in trying. Besides, he's your husband. There's no harm in being that way to your own husband."

Well, Ihsan is right. It was precisely Salsya who should not behave like that to my husband. "alright. I'll think about it."

Practically, Ihsan gave a glance.

"Yes, I'll try, okay?"

After I said it, Ihsan smiled. "Here," he said as he pulled me into his arms. "You're a wife now, you always need my advice and I should always hold you?"

Ihsan's words embarrassed me. As I grinned, "I promise you, I'll try to be better."

Ihsan was relieved, then released his embrace. "I don't think it's wrong to apologize first. But it's up to you. The important thing is that you make up, it's up to who apologizes first."

I'm nodding. "I'll come down later" I said.

Ihsan understood, he nodded and immediately excused me to come out of my room.

However, it took me a few minutes to weigh in: should I go out to meet Reza and apologize to her, or should I just stay in the room waiting for her to come?

But at once whatsapp from Mayra made me rush down.

》Reza had been in the prayer room, and Salsya had been pacing back and forth, waiting for Reza to come out. If I may suggest, you do not let your guard down. Forgive husband. I know he never intentionally intended to hurt you. And, after all, he is your priest. Take care of your attitude, yes.

Hm....

《 Yeah. I'm down. Thanks, May.

As I was descending, Mayra and Alfi were persuading Tirta to eat at the lesehan table in the dining room, they immediately glanced at me as I went down the stairs, because between the corridor and the dining room was plong-not blocked by the wall at all. The glass door on the side of the pool was also opened wide. I felt like I was just passing by and seeing them at a glance, not smiling let alone talking to them. When I entered the living room, there was Salsya there, she was standing by the door of the prayer room -- waiting for Reza. At that moment I paused for a moment, though not speaking but obviously I glared and showed him a sour face. And that's when I saw the necklace around her neck - - with the exact same model and pendant as mine. I touched my neck, making sure my neck was still in place. That's not my necklace. But how could the necklace be exactly the same as mine?

"Excuse me, I-I"

I don't know what Salsya wants to say, I don't want to hear it. I opened the door of the prayer room, I went in and closed it again. Reza was praying at that time, it was almost finished. He looked at me as soon as he finished praying.

"Here," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said. I couldn't say a sentence of apology throughout the series of words I used to write in novels. Those three sentences alone it felt like I needed a determination to open my mouth. I'm a prestige, especially I don't think I'm guilty and I shouldn't be the one apologizing first. But never mind, I raised my head and I apologized again a few times. "Are you angry with me?"

No. gabe. I know he must have said no. Please say no.

Reza shook his head and smiled slightly. "No. Never and never will." He cupped my face and apologized -- too - to me. Then he kissed my forehead. We hugged her long enough to melt the bitter taste that Salsya had caused -- before coming out of there because Reza's stomach was rumbling, she was hungry.

"Eat, yuk? I'm hungry."

I'm nodding. We stood up and went straight to the kitchen, and ate by the pool, without a table, while dipping one foot into the water. Joking around and rubbing her legs at my feet, Reza continued to be painstakingly bribing me, just like before we were married. Because while in the village we could not make out of the room, because Reza was embarrassed if my mother saw us making out.

"Mas, i...."

"What's? Say."

"I want to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"About.the necklace is Salsya."

She shook her head. "Not my gift" he answered. "I'm honest. Please believe. I swear, it's not my gift. For God's sake, I'm honest, I didn't lie to you in the least. Trust me, will you?"

"What about the photo in the locket? Did he put up your picture?"

Reza was silent and put the plate on the nearest table - the reach of his hand. Clearly he was confused as to what to answer. Honestly wrong, lying especially. But in the end he nodded. He justified my guess. He said Salsya put up a photo of them when they were dating first. "I told you I objected, because I didn't want to hurt my wife's feelings. But I also can't force Salsya to give her a little understanding for you. I'm...."

"It has. It's not your fault." I nodded and swallowed bitterly. "I will try to understand. No, I mean I'll try to be patient. Little."

Reza smiled again. "Huh! Its alright. Better a little, than nothing." Reza raised both of my legs up on her thighs and pulled me close, so that our bodies stuck together. Reza was just about to kiss me, but the splash of water from the object thrown from the balcony shocked us. Alfi and Mayra were crying from up there.

In the same second, I accidentally saw Salsya standing behind a wall. But I pretended I didn't see it and didn't touch it. I let Reza kiss me, even I purposely returned and enjoyed the kiss. I want Salsya to see it and realize that Reza is mine. And I was so satisfied when I saw Salsya clenching her hands as Reza peppered my neck, I knew she was jealous.

Sick, right? That's what you do too often.

"Honey, to the room, yuk? Let's end the bad story today."

How could I possibly refuse. I'm nodding. "Best offer. I'm yours."

"And I love you."

Ah, sweetness of my husband. Sometimes it's so annoying.