Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Love And Hate What I Guess

The following days were both fun and monotonous. The atmosphere was back because everyone had gone home. But not for my heart and Reza, our loving days are every day. Reza quickly adapted to the atmosphere of the village, including with the neighbors. I had to thumbs up, he managed to become a figure of a village, no longer a metropolitan man with a work shirt, especially with a suit and long tie. Boro-boro, he actually wore ordinary jerseys that he bought at street vendors. He wanted to be impressed just like the other villagers.

In daily activities, Reza spends his time with various things. Usually, from morning until noon he spent adventuring in rivers, rice fields, swamps, or on plantations. He was not bathing, not farming, let alone farming. He was fishing, sometimes fishing, sometimes fishing, sometimes fishing, even catching some fish in the mud that we call racing. Sometimes we also use a basket-netting tool, we call it napping. If he was tired of eating fish, he even looked for conch and rice snail, even he had brought home an eel. And I'd bet if he had his own rifle, he'd be hunting birds almost every day. He was very happy whenever our neighbors took him bird hunting on plantations or to marshes whose habitat was still natural.

To be honest, I'm worried to see him spend every day outside. Reza always comes home before the sublime, shower, pray, eat, rest. Sometimes he spends the day sleeping for about an hour or two. After the assar, he left the house again, just chatting with neighbors, playing chess, gaple without gambling, or playing billiards. And what astonished me the most was when he came home with a kite. He grinned at me who shook my head. He always came home before sunset. He always took the time to go to the mosque and go home after Isya. And it alleviates a little of my anxiety - a little. I'm worried because I'm afraid that in him the nature of his biological father flows. I'm afraid he's affected by the habits of the young men in my village. I'm afraid he's curious and tries something bad, like drugs, alcohol, even I'm afraid he wants to smoke. Because I know, such things are not taboo in the neighborhood where I live in the village.

Other monotonous things are: Reza spends her time before bed by making curtains out of a clam shell. He asked me to bring the collection of shells to the village, to fill free time he said. Then the next hour we spent making out, then sleeping, and waking up before dawn.

Those were Reza's activities. How's my? I'm in the business of everyday household. It starts early in the morning tidying up the room and the whole house, then cooking, washing clothes, washing dishes, sweeping and sometimes the floor needs to be dipel. Sometimes Reza took the time to help ease my work. The rest of the time, I spend my free time writing, sometimes with my phone, or just relaxing on the couch watching television.

In spite of all that, Reza also did not ignore his responsibilities to the restaurant and its employees. He routinely controls everything through Erik. Erik also came to the village several times to deliver reports and restaurant developments, all to visit us.

And, among those monotonous activities, there are many things that I also want to tell you through these writings.

First, there was the most meaningful moment we went through - our first Ramadan moment together. Reza could not hide his happiness because in those holy days he did not pass through it alone. Especially on sahur and open on the first day, he was so enthusiastic that he woke me up and asked me to immediately prepare sahur, even though the new clock shows two hours less fifteen minutes. He will eat at four o'clock and fifteen. Maybe I thought I would cook from the beginning, starting from the spice ngulek-ngulek until this is it.

"Stay heated, Mas..," I protested.

He's dumbfounded. "Oh..," he said. "Yes, let's go to bed again."

But for at least thirty days he always showered me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you for being a wife who served him well. If said kang Sule mah prikitiwww.it's fun.

Another beautiful moment is of course the moment in the moment of Eid-eidulfitri and eiduladha. The reason is because I saw happiness on my mother's face, also on my husband's face. My mother is happy because in Eid this year - her daughter has become a wife. While Reza -- he was happy because he had a wife, he had a mother-in-law, had a lot of family, he was happy, there were lots of cakes and lebaran dishes - the point was that he was not alone and did not lose his moment of lebaran, he was not as lonely as he had feared before - ever since he lost his mother. She happily wears a Muslim couple dress with me, so sweet once my husband. He was also happy to share THR with my nephews who are now his nephews as well, the children of my cousins.

"I've never felt any of this before" he said. "Don't the nephew, the brother doesn't have it."

I took a breath. "I don't want to hear that kind of stuff anymore" I said. "I don't want to see sadness on my husband's face, okay?"

Reza smiled, sweet and handsome collaborated into one, adorning his face.

But, between the joys of it was tucked into a shitty story, when my father invited Reza to open up together. I know, it was just to make Reza feel bad to refuse, when all she really wanted was to meet me.

"May, but later, yes, when I menstruate, or you can go alone. If you want me to come, wait for the day I don't fast. I don't want to open with him." Reza just wanted to open his mouth, but I got ahead of him. "I don't mean to break my promise to God. Not mean to be disobedient towards my husband. But please, don't put me in that place - a place where I can be disobedient towards you. Please don't force me. At least I want to, right, meet him?"

Reza nodded. "Okay, said. Patience.you are fasting."