Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Clunky

"What can be cooked?"

There was hardly any food left. There are only onions, sausage setoples, and instant spices. I'm not going to catch any fish and I think maybe Reza is tired of eating fish too. There is no choice, you can only cook fried rice and that is without eggs. How else would you like?

As soon as Reza finished the bath, her face was clean and it looked dry. He came down wearing a t-shirt wrapped around his body, just as I put the fried rice and sausage setoples on the table, plus the crackers I just finished frying. He smiled faintly and landed a kiss on my forehead before sitting down.

"Sorry, yeah. Nothing can be cooked. This is also fortunately there is rice in the rice cooker," I said. I was able to talk a little loosely to her even though our relationship has not completely improved.

He's nodding. "It's okay. Whatever you cook, I'll eat." He clasped my hand, but a moment later it seemed as if he had regained his senses, he immediately withdrew his hand.

I-i know. You're afraid I'm hysterical again, aren't you? I took a deep breath, and at the same time, Reza was about to spoon the rice onto her plate. "Let me, please" I said.

Again Reza smiled with teary eyes. Even when he feeds rice into his mouth, as if what he chews is a grain of sand that makes it difficult to swallow.

"I'm not here to see you cry" I murmured.

He tried to smile and wanted to bribe me, but he didn't. He put his spoon back on the plate.

Like glass boxes, our household seems to have cracked on all sides and only need a little bit of a stretch, the glass will collapse into a hundred million pieces.

Butno. I assure myself that we still have the basic parts still intact. "This is my fried rice. It's not...." My tears are dripping. "Don't talk about this. Finish your food."

Silent for a few minutes, then Reza opened the voice again, "Honey, you will stay here again, right? I beg you, will I?"

I'm nodding. "But don't forget to call Mother. Tell me I'll stay here. And. please reassure Mother that you will take good care of me. Make sure you won't hurt me again. Won't be rude and play any more hands."

Same with me, my tears don't feel like they're dripping anymore.

When night came, as if still afraid to bother me, Reza chose to sleep in the gallery room. I knew when he was sneaking around and sneaking into the room just to tidy up my blanket, defend me for a bit, then kiss my forehead. After that he came out again. The next morning, when I finished my bath and was still wearing a towel, Reza knocked on the door and asked if she could come in?

Nyesss. Bemoan. He came in after I nodded. "I want to get a change of clothes" he said.

"Just take a shower here" I said. "It's okay."

Reza nodded and according, at least it was better.

Today, Reza and I agreed to go to the supermarket, shopping as much as possible to stock up on a period of self-isolation from a virus called Salsya19. As I call it now. He was like a corona that always threatened our family. You know, applying the #home-teens rule is like the government advice I put out during our time in the village, but our village is sterile from the Covid19 outbreak - - - it doesn't make me feel stupid. But hiding from Salsya, to be honest, I feel like what we're doing is really stupid. But I don't seem to have a choice. For the sake of my husband, for the sake of the children in my womb, and for the wholeness of my little family, I want to do this.

To avoid suspicion by anyone, we set off in an online taxi, and we waited some distance from home. That way, no one will see Reza's car roaming the road, let alone parked in the parking lot of the mall. And coming home, we asked Erik to pick us up.

On our second night together, when Reza sneaked back into the room to check on me like the night before, I no longer let him out. "Just sleep here" I said.

Reza who was already holding the doorknob immediately stopped. He turned around and agreed. However, this made us unable to sleep well. Especially Reza, he was restless all night. His stitches on the bed made me sleep on his back feel disturbed.

Almost in the early hours of the morning, I who also could not sleep - knew very well that that night he wanted to touch me, because he had kissed my neck and the roar of his breath made my neck goosebumps. But she undoes her intention, but her hand has pulled my nightgown to the thigh.

All day long I thought about what happened that night and felt guilty. My way of punishing him for forty more days made him so cautious that he was afraid to touch me. In the end, everything that happened left us both tormented.