Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
April 1st

April 1st also arrived. We went to Bogor the day before the Thanksgiving. And as usual, on that day, there were many places we stopped by. But this time except for the gantole hill, we didn't go there. Reza started to want to avoid things that I thought were dangerous.

"Remember the future. You have a child soon" I said.

I'm glad he complied, without the slightest objection. "Yes, you chatty mom." he said.

Stupid terribly! What matters is that he complies with me. A bucin? Indeed indeed.

That day, the first place that was very wanted and the most missed Reza was the tomb of his mother. That day he also took me to his father's grave and to his sister's grave. While at TPU, we had nothing to say, barely even talk, other than he told me to walk carefully and ask me if I was tired or my feet ached as we walked down the path, passing through the other tombs to get to the tomb of his family.

Like last year, on that April 1st, we attended a Thanksgiving event at an orphanage. One happy thing, that day there was a couple who intended to adopt Khiara. I was so happy that the boy finally felt like he had a parent who would love him.

"Khiala must miss this place" he said. "Khiala will also miss Auntie."

Oh my goodness. I was moved. I wept. Weepy. Hicks!

"Tante will miss Khiara too" I said. I hugged the little girl and we wiped each other's tears.

Father and Mother Atmaja, Khiara's adoptive parents approached us. Then, lovingly, he said, "Later Khiara can play here often. Later Mama will often take Khiara. Mama promised."

Inevitably, the little girl leaped for joy and thanked for the understanding of two people who that day - - legally - officially became her parents.

But, the novelty was soon gone when the presence of a woman who had been plaguing my life. Salsha. He seems to know the truth and is very familiar with all the agenda of the Dinata family. That day he came to the orphanage. His condition was no longer pitiful. Her beautiful face was as beautiful as before. Even his smile, as bright as the sun in May. April has just come up with a new puzzle. Will Reza be able to keep my fragile heart?

"Hi," she said -- very gently - to Reza. "How are you?"

Whoa! I'm not considered.

"Well," said Reza. "You, how are you?" he replied clumsily.

Because there's me, right?

"Can you talk to me for a second?"

Do you know any old action series like Mystery of Mount Merapi or Revenge of Nyi Pellets, or Suzanna's films? That's.the main cast's lotteries-LOSS-than my lotto to Reza that day. Just cut it down on you if you dare to answer yes.

"Sori, Yes. Can't."

Goody!

"Because of Nara?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"May I ask her permission?"

Street*! Where, anyway, your shame vein? I stood up and approached them closer. "What are you talking about?" I asked with ketus. "It doesn't have to be alone with my husband, does it?"

Salsya glanced to the right then to the left, clearly she felt uncomfortable conveying her point if around her there were many pairs of eyes that saw and there were many pairs of ears that heard. "Can you talk somewhere else?" tanyakanya.

"Okay," I said. "Come, Mas." I purposely took Reza in my arms. Stupid terribly! It is up to people to judge how. Overprotective of husband? Indeed indeed. It's still a good thing I didn't handcuff her hands with mine, right?

In the parking lot is enough. Just listen to the damn woman talk and I can take my husband away from there. Stay away from that creature called Salsya. No need for a good place. Not worthy of a woman like her. Eh?

"I need another job. I can't cook at the restaurant while taking care of my son. If I may, I work at your house. ART is okay too. The salary is up, whatever."

I mendesa*. I want to slap that woman in front of Reza. "Come, Mas. Get in the car, we're out of here."

"Za, please. I beg?"

Goddamn shit! As quickly as Salsya grabbed Reza's hand, I quickly pulled her, then...

"Sick, Ra." he squealed as his hand twisted.

Reza also reflexively gripped my wrist. "Deliver, Honey. Shame to see people."

"Just be good with your hands if I don't want to break them!"

Salsya grimaced and began to show her lousy acting. "Please, I need some money. I need a job I can do while taking care of my son."

"Let's think about it, Shay. Excuse me first."

"Mas..," I protested.

"We're home, honey." I pulled my hand and took me to the car door. Without protesting again, I entered and sat down.

Argha!

"You want to go home?"

Pouty. I'm not saying.

"Darling?"

"Whatever!"

"Okay, then we go straight."

Without speaking, we drove and reached the front of the house.

When I was about to open the door, Reza immediately blocked my hand. "Had pouted. Today's your first date, dear."

"Later on, if my mood improves" I refused. "I'm going to go to the room."

But...

Chequek!

Door locked.