Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Still About the Wounds

"Jaga yourself. Call me right away if anything happens," Ihsan said, hugging me as she and Aarin said goodbye. After that he had time to throw a gaze-laden threat message on Reza before installing his sunglasses, which he always wears when driving.

Mayra who heard the sentence immediately commented, "She loves you very much" he said.

I'm nodding. "yeah. He replaced the role of a father for me, as well as being a sister. I am his brother."

Mayra's smile immediately expanded. "Always hold on, yes Ra," Mayra said suddenly. The look on his face immediately turned serious and his eyes began to glaze over. He started advising me again - - with love. "There is no household that does not go through trials" he said. "Like me, Alfi and I have never fought, not once. But that doesn't mean there are no tears. I cry a lot, too, a lot. Almost every time when I wake up in the middle of the night, lament my solitude. My husband is warm with his other wife. It hurts. If according to others it means I do not live this sincerely, then I admit, it means I am not sincere. Because I can't deny that pain. The truth is it hurts. So, take good care of your household, huh? Sharing a husband is much more painful than falling down the stairs."

Maybe Mayra thought her advice was one hundred percent able to strengthen me so that I could survive. But he did not know me so well, that the desire within me -- to endure or to retreat - was just as great. Even though I still choose to survive.

"I understand your pain, May. Honestly, I cannot judge whether you are sincere and forced or not. But that's definitely your choice. And had I been in your position against the background of the exact same problem, or worse, maybe I would have chosen the same option as well. And vice versa, if I'm fine or without any urgent reason, but Reza remains polygamous, then I'll choose to withdraw."

I realized it wasn't a good answer, so Mayra looked at me with a disappointed look.

"Hey, that's if it happens. You want me to survive too if he's polygamous? You said it hurt a lot more than falling down the stairs, didn't you?" I giggle.

My words made a flat smile. Luckily, Alfi had walked out with Reza, and with Tirta in his arms, they said goodbye.

Shortly after their car was no longer visible, Reza immediately closed the front fence. It was then that I went straight in and quickly busied myself with homework-washing dirty clothes. As I separated the white clothes from the colored ones and put them in the washing machine, Reza came and intended to help me. But I don't like it. In such circumstances I prefer we are busy alone, for I worry about myself being easily ignited by fire. I'm afraid I'll get out of control with any topic we might cover. Because I can't keep quiet when he asks me to talk.

"I don't need help" I said. "If you don't have a job, please, just sit there. That's more than helpful."

Reza is not moving. Even though he didn't help me, he stood by me - making me careless.

"Well, by the way, you really like my idea?"

I'm nodding. "Yeah" I said briefly, without looking and without smiling at him.

"OKAY. I'll ask Erik to take care of everything."

I just nodded. Then with the excuse of a dry esophagus and pretending to cough, I walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and opened the fridge, take a can of cold-flavored drink and gulp it down the toilet - in front of Reza who is relentlessly stalking me. "Can't you just sit there? Don't cuddle at me" I said in a still-flat tone.

"Good." Then he immediately sat with both hands lying on the bar-style table. "Maybe you have an idea what kind of renovation you want."

Hmm. I held my breath and I shook my head. "This is your house. Do as you please. I don't want to interfere."

"You still angry?"

Despondent. He looked at me with a wolf. "Then what was that? You even asked Ihsan to apologize to me. Me and Ihsan have made up. We've talked, we've talked about renovations, even people feel happy to see we're okay. But now?"

I waited until he finished his fiery speech. "Your problem is with me. Not with Ihsan. I want him to respect you as his brother-in-law. Even you, you don't deserve to be respected."

Reza. "Please, I'm sorry."

I flicked my drink can and I swerved at him. "That," I said. "You always thought everything was easy. As easy as you make a mistake, it's as easy as apologizing. But I didn't. It's not that easy I can forgive you. My heart ached so much when I saw you-" my sentence was interrupted for a moment, I was claustrophobic, "you cling to each other with Salsya."

Pretty good word selection, even though I actually want to trigger a rougher sentence. And it made Reza wrinkle her nose because she didn't like it. "I've explained what happened. I've been very honest with you. It's not because I purposely hurt you. Not at all."

I smiled wryly at her ridiculous self-defense. A terrible and very stupid reason. "That wouldn't have happened if you hadn't let that street woman* spend the night here. Do I need to remind you that you came out of your room and met her on the porch on purpose, in the middle of the night while everyone was asleep? Hmm?"

"But I-"

"You're not walking in a state of sleep!"

"I know."

"You came out to meet him on purpose!"

"Indeed, but it's-"

"That means you are intentional! You purposely made that mistake, and intentionally hurt me."

He's grim. "Darling..," he said, "please don't do this...."

I shook my head in frustration after that fight, and, complete with a sobbing of bated tears. "Perhaps, if I hadn't woken up, you would have enjoyed her beautiful body. Maybe you have entered the room, already*, even menggumu* in bed. Could be. And that's very possible." I turned around, turned my face away from the teardrops and walked to the sink. There were a few glasses of our used breakfast for me to make a reason to avoid his eyes. "By the way, besides being beautiful, her skin was also white, clean, she was also fragrant. Which men are not tempted. Unlike me: my skin is dark, my speech is rough, my behavior is barbaric. Good reason to cheat."

I don't know when Reza got up from her chair, knowing she was behind me, hugging me tightly - even though I didn't return her arms.

"I can't just forgive you. I don't even know if I can forgive you for this."

But Reza didn't budge. Not one bit. No more words came out of his mouth.

If you could be firm and get away from Salsya. I want to always be with you, live and age with you. Why are you making this situation so difficult? I'mtired. "It won't be finished easily. It won't be finished with just you holding me, even if you ask me to make love. I need space, Mas. Please, leave me alone."