Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
When I Go Home

When I got home, the front porch floor and the unkempt yard seemed to illustrate that there was no life in the house. Plus the fish pond in the front yard was empty, there was no fish in it. All I thought about were two things. First, it is likely that the fish were deliberately moved to the back pond, or it is likely that both were cooked and made into side dishes by my husband who specializes in frying, grilling, grilling, or burn.

Overrated, huh? Everyone can do that.

What makes me sad is my flowers that must compete with the grass that also thrives on the land. Fortunately it was rainy season, my flowers did not die from the sun.

I got rid of the unkempt front yard. I immediately reached into my keys from inside the bag and opened the garage door. And as I thought, the garage door leading to the pool wasn't locked, even Reza's car was inside. That means Reza isn't going anywhere, he's at home and purposely shies away from Salsya.

As soon as I closed the door again, I went straight through the side door, the glass door near the kitchen that was also unlocked. Unlike the front yard, the situation in the house is actually well maintained. As my rule was when we decided to stay together, we should not let the kitchen furniture dirty let alone scattered. Yep, my kitchen's safe. It's just, the stock of instant food and all sauces, chili powder, soy sauce, and sambal-sambal sasset almost ludes. All is thin. Moreover, eggs in the refrigerator, a single grain is no longer there. As for vegetables and all kinds including chilies and tomatoes, and others, I'm sure they're either eaten as vegetables, or thrown away from rotting. Reza is unlikely to saute or cook clear vegetables. Thats impossible. Even with dirty clothes, should be immediately put into the washing machine, do not let it accumulate and hang everywhere. That's what I told him first if I wasn't home. All those memories were ringing in my memory, as if it had just happened yesterday. And the backyard of the house, no grass that had risen. My rose pots were moved to the back so everything was well maintained.

But on the other hand, guilt pounded my heart hard. I can't say--- what Reza and I did was a break-even act. Can't do. I felt like I was going too far to let my husband be abandoned and his food was not taken care of, even though the people out there could eat delicious at his restaurant. It was still fortunate that he had fish that he had his own livestock and he relied on it for his side dishes every day, even if only cooked it.

And...

Huh! He seemed to not take care of himself, his jaw was filled with bewok and his mustache was already elongated. Seeing it like that makes me feel tickled.

After successfully mastering myself and regaining my consciousness, I who clung to the door immediately turned around and shot into the kitchen. Arriving at the sink, I quickly washed my face and tried to catch my breath. Again without me knowing, Reza was already behind me, making my heartbeat jump a little. She hugged me tightly while burying her face at the nape of my neck. Without a word he melted all the pain of our separation - the forty-four heaviest days of his life. Tortured guilt towards the child and wife he had hurt. "I miss you" he said. That was all that was said between the warm tears that soaked my shoulders.

I open my mouth to speak, but words disappear from me. I don't know how to. I just asked him to take a shower. "Clean your face" I said. "I don't like to see you crackle, your mustache also makes me ticklish."

He smiled with his eyes glazed. "Reza Rahadian also never brewed, you know!"

"Don't protest!" My eyes are glazed. "Go shower. I'll cook you some food."

Reza nodded with a smile and instantly passed.

It's heavy. But my heart wants me to exist, and, stay here. Be with him.