Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
There's Always Wisdom

One week since I left Ihsan's house, for the first time that day my mother called Reza and asked us. Reza, who did not want any more lies, chose to be frank, saying that I was in the hospital. Of course, it wasn't until half an hour that my mother and Ihsan immediately showed up at the hospital. It just so happened that it was Sunday and Ihsan was home, and it was also the first time Ihsan and Reza had met again since that scene. I don't know why I'm worried. Ihsan's eyes were still filled with hatred towards Reza. He would not even accept Reza's handshake when Reza reached out.

I glanced at him. "Hey, Oom Ihsan," I said awkwardly and tried my best.

"Why are you sick? You lack rest? Tired? You were told to do hard work by him? Hmm?" cerocos Ihsan without caring about my rebuttal.

Horrified I looked at him. "Goddess!"

He looked back at me. "He promised to take good care of you. It's even only been a week."

"Son, there's no need to make a fuss," my mother rebuked and it made Ihsan opt out of my ward.

My head became dizzy looking at my brother's attitude like that. Her disrespect for Reza's harsh treatment of me instilled hatred that seemed indelible. "I'm going out. I need to talk to him."

My mother forbade it, but I begged. I can't let my siblings be hostile to my own husband, because they are the two most important men in my life. And fortunately Ihsan was not going anywhere. He just sat in the waiting chair outside the room.

"Ihsan," I said starting to talk without further ado. I sat next to him and clasped his hand. "I'm trying to fix my house. I don't want my children to grow up like me, the broken home victim girl who was mentally damaged by a bad past. I don't want them to live without a father figure. And I also don't want them to go through a childhood that is as short as we used to be. Please understand that."

Ihsan grimacing. "There's me. I can support you all."

"But you can't be a father figure to my children."

Shaken, Ihsan clenched his hands. "I can play an uncle and father for them. You know that."

"Goddess...."

"Please...?"

"But, Ihsan-"

Oh my God, I looked at him with a pus. I never thought that her hatred for Reza was so deeply rooted that she could speak like that towards me.

Kuhela took a long breath. There is no point in debating the words of Ihsan who is already emotional. I sagged to the floor, resting at his feet. I'm sure he won't be able to let me worship him.

"What are you doing? Stand up now," he said as he grabbed my arm.

I know how I'm gonna make it -- trying my hardest to hug her feet. "I'm sorry my husband. Would please? For me. I beg you, Ihsan?"

"Yes. Okay," he said in an annoyed and forced tone. "Wake up, go back to the room now."

I swallowed with difficulty. This time it was Ihsan who made me cry, even though I was well aware that my heart did not hurt at all and those tears would not last long. And I'm grateful he's still willing to give up.

"My feet are bruised" I said.

Ihsan mendesa* hard. I know he's still very upset. "Take your wife" she told Reza, standing at the door.

Reza nodded and came straight to me.

"Wait," I said. I sat back in my chair and asked them to sit on my right and left, and I held my hands - the two men I loved. "Mas, I want you to apologize to Ihsan. I want your hands shaking, not hitting each other."

Contrary to her rude attitude towards me a month and a half ago, this time Reza showed her gentle manly demeanor. He did not mind apologizing to Ihsan, as well as to my mother, obviously it was also because he realized fully - indeed he was the one who was at fault. Ihsan too, although he was somewhat forced to forgive Reza. Or maybe just pretending to make me happy? Only he and God know.

"I love you guys. Please, hug me."

Uh, thrilled. They both want to obey me without protesting a bit. Really, they are the two best men in my life - the most precious.