Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Love Therapy

At that time the dawn was about five minutes ago, but when I returned to the room, Reza was still lying in bed. Immediately a sense of anxiety and worry immediately ambushed me, because Reza had never been like that, all this time he always woke up before dawn.

Is he sick? I quickly approached her and checked her temperature.

Not hot. He's not sick. I took my hand back and I stared there - - with doubt. I had never awakened him to prayer, it was precisely during this time that he always woke me up and invited me to prayer. What's more, it means I have to talk to her after I've been quieting her all night. But letting her sleep was clearly wrong. So, yeah, that's it. I had to clap her shoulders and I let out my voice to wake her up.

"Mas" I said - slowly. "Wake up, dawn."

There was no reaction. I sat on her side and patted her shoulder again. It was then that Reza quickly pulled me and I fell face down on it. He hugged me tightly. "Thank you, you've been paying attention to me."

Oh, it turns out you've been up from earlier and pretending to be asleep. Well-

"Give me a kiss" she asked. Seeing me not reacting - - indirectly it made Reza realize my rejection, she just triggered her flagship mantra, "You're my wife, as a husband I deserve whatever I want from you."

If you're a good husband and don't disappoint me like this, anything I'll give you and do for you. Anything. "All right." One lightning kiss directly landed onto his lips.

"Smile, please...."

I grumbled, "Don't be greedy. Get up and go to the bathroom. You have to take a bath."

Reza grinned. "Why?"

"Because a street dracula* is already attached and*your neck!"

"It's up to you if you don't like it. But he doesn't deserve to be called a human."

Reza looked away -- and that was enough as an answer for me. You still want to defend him, Mom? You hurt me again.

My mind's flooded with everything that's happened tonight. Tears began to bathe my eyes, and I turned my face away. Unbeknownst to me, Reza was already in front of me, to hug me. "Don't talk rude, not tasty"

"Good! Just blame me." Fix it! I'm upset. Anger bubbled within me and I beat his chest with both hands. "I was rude! I am a barbarian!" I said fiercely while continuing to hit. "Why? You don't like it? Hm? Just divorce me. Easy, right?"

I don't know if this is blind jealousy or what? But obviously, my anger at Reza is growing. And, Reza must have been surprised to hear that. As well as the sharpness of my tone, it jolted him, I knew it was painful. The words just came out of my mouth, I didn't even think I could trigger them out loud.

"Sorry," I said. In the end I realized my words were outrageous. But Reza did not respond to the apology. He took my hand and took me to the bathroom, shower and make love to her. I remembered the first morning - after our first night - and the moment of making love in the bathroom like this was repeated again after this first quarrel.

And, it feels weird. Technically, I enjoy it. Who does not like to make love to her husband under the shower that adds a warm impression in the relationship? But my anger was still reluctant to leave, I still did not want to talk to him despite the roar of our breath clashing and he left traces of his red love in my body. This time I couldn't make up with him - as easily as - just yet.

"I love you. We will only be separated by death. Not because of divorce. Because I'll never let go of you" Reza said as she hugged me tightly, after she finished with her love therapist that morning.

But I still don't want to make it that easy. I had to flick him with a stern warning, so that he would open his eyes and immediately determine his attitude.

"I need some time. I don't know how long. But I have to rearrange my sense of belief. And preferably. take a quick shower. It's daytime."

Then the silence - - the silence that felt deafening and made my heart more painful.