Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
11 January

On the way home, Reza kept hugging me and leaning me against her chest. I can't escape from his arms. Even he did not care and was not at all ashamed of Erik driving in front, even though I protested a little and asked him to let me go.

"There's no shame in Erik. He's got a lot of work to spend, not to comment on us."

Hmm. yeah, that's it. Up to him. I assume it was Reza's attempt to slowly scrape the wound in my heart.

When we got home, there were a lot of surprises for me. Starting from the yard of a house that is clean without scattered leaves, my flower garden is clean of weeds, and a beautiful iron swing chair is near the fish pond. "New swing, huh?" my many. "Why put it there? Mending inside, right?"

"Inside there are many. Everything's for you."

"O yeah?"

"Look up."

Yep, I am excited reflexes looking at the front porch, there is a swing made of wood with a shiny brown color, suitable juxtaposed with wooden chairs on the porch, it is, even with ceramic colors - the floor and walls are patterned with wood. Then with the same excitement, I quickly entered and found a synthetic rattan swing model of a jumbo cocoon on top, on our private homepage. After that, I peeked into the house from the glass door while waiting for Reza who was still chatting with Erik. He asked Erik to take his car with him. While Erik's car rested first in the garage.

Impatiently, I pulled out my keys from the bag and directly shifted the full glass door on the edge of the pool. There, a new sofabed and a synthetic rattan swing for a selonjoran greeted me sweetly. I really like the two things there, especially sofabed it is very suitable paired with a long table that is also there. Then, after that I went straight to the backyard, there were two iron swings, one on the edge of the children's pond and one on the edge of the fish pond. If only Reza hadn't banned me, I'd like to go to the roof top and see that swing on the fourth floor.

"The one on top of that is the iron swing. You don't have to go up to see it. Take care of your content well and do not get tired. Okay?"

I'm nodding. "I will obey" I said as I hugged her with all my affection. "Thank you for being so considerate and giving all this to me."

"Yep, you're welcome, sweetheart. Enjoy your pregnancy. You can't stress one bit. Hmm?"

I'm nodding. "I won't be stressed as long as you maintain our harmony well, me and our children will always be fine. We will always be happy with you."

"definitely. Speaking of harmony, I have one more gift for you."

Eh?

"What's that?"

"In the meantime, I need to close your eyes first."

"I hope it's something fun."

"of course. You'll love it."

"You make me curious, Mum."

Without protesting, I let her close my eyes and carried me to the upper room. "Don't open your eyes before I let you, okay?"

I concur. I didn't open my blindfold before she asked. I don't know what Reza was doing, which surely made me wait a few minutes in silence.

"Open your eyes" he said.

And waw! I immediately chuckled super not to see something he called "surprise" it. Really funny. A tantric sofa plus.the sexy body of my husband bare-chested with muscles that instantly stimulate the nerves. He made me want to fuck again. "You teased me." I said with my spoiled tone.

"here," she asked.

I approached and sat on his thigh. I crossed my legs and put my hands around his neck. It's a good thing Reza didn't take off her pants, or I'd be crunching more and my stomach could be cramped with that super ludicrous welcome.

I'm nodding. "certain. It's perfect."

"Wanna try it?"

"Mmm-hmm, with pleasure."

"Come on."

Well, my mischievous hand started to wildly explore her burly body, reaching for the muscles that adorned her chest and arms. Maybe a few minutes into the silence he was pushing up first, I thought. I giggled inwardly at the thought of how much he intended to do that for me.

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"Before I start, I want to say something."

"What's? Want to be ignorant again?" I asked with a whimper.

She shook her head. "I want to talk seriously."

"Okay, just say it. What's?"

Reza. He was always like that when he wanted to talk seriously. "What I'm going to say is maybe you won't believe it. But for God's sake, since there was you, I never again imagined, let alone reminisced about my past, not once. Including the January eleven that has been bothering you lately. Intentionally or unintentionally, I never thought about it - or accidentally thought about it. Never at all."

I was stunned, I never expected Reza to discuss this with me. I don't even know if and when -- Alfi told her our chat that night. "Mas, about that...."

"Rather than you think of the memories of others, you better remember your own January eleven. Hmm?"

I'm rattled. "Mine? Meanin? What memories, Mom? Eleven January last year at Ari Zia's wedding reception that I myself didn't even look at you? Hmm?" I chuckle.

"Not."

"Then? What memories?"

"Memories of today. About this moment."

"Sa-"

Mm-hmm....

Reza's lips immediately stuck together and made my neck. I was stunned, I thought he would say longer, sweeter, more uwuwww words. Apparently not. He gave me those sweet memories.

"I, love, you, Inara. I love you" she whispered in her ear, and it made my heart shake. I became embarrassed, even to the point of looking down with my blushing cheeks.

You know, it's not just about making love, it's not just about the burning passion of halal lovers, it's not just about the touch in every inch of my body. But it's about his struggle - about him trying to erase my wounds. Had he not loved me so deeply, it would have been easy for him to leave, he would not have bothered to fight back my broken and scarred heart.

Today, as others may think, I am doing something foolish, but I do realize: he who scratches wounds, only he can heal them.