Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Long Waiting

For the first time since I came home, Reza stuck out her hand. "Follow me upstairs" he said.

Well, without asking, I welcomed his helping hand and followed him. He took me to the roof top-to my grill. When we got up, he closed my eyes with both hands. "There's a surprise for you" he said. He led me and sat me in a chair. "Don't open your eyes before I tell you, okay? You ready?"

"Hmm, fine." The chemical reaction just now ambushed me. I deg-degan.

King of dramatists. He counts to three. "Open your eyes."

"Eh? It's...."

A large, shiny black piano was in front of my eyes. While standing with my mouth open, my eyes could not escape looking at him.

"Oh my goodness, my. I was just-"

Reza smiled, satisfied and happy. "This piano's been waiting for you for a long time. And I was always sure, you would definitely come back here," Reza said as she tightly hugged my body from behind, she propped her head up on my shoulder. "Run your days well, huh? I don't want you to stress."

With a slight tremble, I touched and gently squeezed his fingers. "Thank you, Mas."

"Together" he said, a moment later he kissed the side of my head. "Thank you for coming home. I'm not gonna spend any more time alone here."

Wait a minute -- here?

"His watch is in this house, or...?"

"Here, on this stage."

"Studying piano?"

"Yep." He's nodding. "I'm sorry, I've been ahead of you."

"Good dong. You can teach me later. But for tonight, I'd like a request, sing a song for me."

Reza chuckled with a wave of his hand. He declined. But I begged and forced him. "Well, is Mas Reza Nara ashamed?"

"I'm not good yet" he said.

"What you're good at is there, right?"

"There's only two songs."

"I want to hear, both," I said.

For a moment Reza seemed very doubtful. But looking at me who was sitting sweetly beside her, she did not have the heart to refuse either. Her first song Let Me Fall in Love - ST12. At that time I only realized that each song's lyrics - the details - were in perfect accordance with his feelings and heart. From the very first -- ever since she approached me right up to our moment of separation - the song really represented her feelings, love and sadness. I clapped and charged the second song.

"No need," he said.

I'm shaking. "I don't want any rejection." I raise both my eyebrows while smiling knots.

And...

Bring him back to me

Show her the way

That I stay here

Find him for me

Bring him back to me

Show her the way

That I stay here

This wait is long

Try to feel baby

I'm tired at the end of the road

He disappeared 

Bring all the memories

The beautiful thing I feel

When I was with him, baby

This wait is long

Let's feel baby, tired at the end of the road

He disappeared carrying all the memories

The best I feel when I'm with him, baby

My heart is heartwelt

Slurriedly

My joy instantly dimmed. Reza sang Armada's Waiting song with all her feelings so that she could bombard my heart into small pieces. I imagined all this time-he-e-every day-praying through that song, begging that the Almighty up there would be pleased to return me to him.

In the end, I couldn't stand it there. I couldn't see him chanting tones full of wounds. A wound that seemed to calm me and drown me for a moment. I'm leaving too.

Cowardly, indeed. I can only run, cry, and hide. Well, that's me. That's how I am - stupid and cowardly.

After a few minutes of leaving me alone, Reza caught up with me. He entered the room and closed the door behind him slowly. I who was sitting on the bed turned my head, looking briefly at him with my red eyes. Honestly, I feel guilty for punishing him that much. But on the other hand, I also justify my attitude, because if I so easily forgive him as I have already, Reza will have no deep regrets and will not make the matter a valuable lesson for him. In fact, maybe she will continue to assume that I am a stupid woman who is easily deceived and easily forgiven when she makes mistakes, so that she will never fear losing me and my children. So, I'm not completely wrong.

"I'm going to sleep. I'm sleepy" I said. I immediately broke down my body, curled up onto the bed and wrapped myself in a blanket.

I knew very well when Reza got into bed. What worries me is when Reza sneaks into my blanket. He curled up next to me and put one hand on my shoulder. It reminds me of our story, when I was sulking for vomiting after tasting mayonnaise. "So I told you it wasn't necessary. But you made me sing that song. If you're like this, I'm wrong" he said.

"Don't talk now, yeah. Would help?"

Reza nodded. "When you do something else, how?" ask her while echoing my soft shoulder with her fingers. "Mas still misses you. Can I have another one?"

Although I did not reply, Reza did not stop at all. His hand, which had been just hanging over my shoulder, was now beginning to explore the curves of my body. Because I was silent, he took my silence as consent. And inevitably, he immediately slipped his hand and stroked the inside of my thigh, until I felt the pleasure of the caress and touch that I had not felt for a long time. And yeah, I accidentally mendesa*. He also got me wet. And I'm so embarrassed that he realized that. The embarrassed me immediately buried my face into the pillow.

"There's no shame" he whispered. "Just enjoy."

Oh, Mum. It is precisely your babbling that makes me even more ashamed.

"Darling, can I come in now?"

"I'm yours. You don't have to ask."

"Trims. You always end my wait beautifully. Love you, Nara."

With happiness overflowing, Reza began to enter slowly and dive me as deep as possible.

Really, how much I miss this moment.