Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Fully Happy

"Whatwas? There's a move."

Reza immediately crouched down in front of me, he even fumbled my stomach and was about to reveal my dress. Thought there was a rat, huh?

"You can feel it? That's yourchildren. They're already frisky."

Arguably, Reza's pupils immediately widened. "Seriously?" his voice was rich in amazement.

"Yes. Maybe they'll dance."

"They're moving?"

"It's been a long time, anyway. But never this agile. The first time I felt it was the last time we were in the hospital. They seem to be asking me to forgive you and think about their future. They made me calm down and stop crying that time."

Reza stroked my stomach, kissed it affectionately and said, "Thank you, honey. Thank you for being the love-bind of Mama and Papa."

"You want to feel it again? Try calling, and talking to them" I said.

With a swift and enthusiastic attitude, Reza was about to poke her head into my dress. But I didn't lose my mind to prevent it.

Reza knelt down, put his hands and head on my stomach. "Hi, Honey. Angga, Anggi, this is Papa. You're healthy, right? Answer me, Son?"

The baby branched with his nimble move - responding to his father. Inevitably, a happy smile was present with twinkle and glazed eyes on my husband's face.

"Mass?"

Reza. "Why, Honey?"

"Is this your first time? I mean. I know you've touched Salsya's stomach. But...."

His forehead grinned, then he shook his head and immediately stood -- holding both of my shoulders. "Please.don't start."

"So?"

"Listen carefully, okay? Can, right?"

Reza cleared her throat, she clasped both of my hands tightly and focused her gaze into my eyes. "Listen," he said, "i did indeed obey Salsya's will to touch her stomach. But only that, not with feelings. I don't do it with my heart. And, it's not at all because of my wishes. So it feels normal. Not like this. I mean...."

"That's not your son, is it?"

"Not."

"What his son responds to when you-"

"Not at all, and I didn't expect that to happen either. Okay?"

I'm nodding.

"Please trust me, this is the first, only with you. For the first time I felt life in the womb. The first time I felt fetal movement and it was my kids. I swear to nothing, never plant a seed, I never even touch another woman."

Again. I nodded without a word.

"I'm honest," he said with a slight squeeze - soft - - on my shoulder, barely breaking up.

Once again, I nodded, a time with a smile on my face. "I believe," I said. "Thank you, Mum. I'm glad to hear it."

The conversation ended and we started kissing. Somehow it felt like the kiss that night felt really special, like it was really the moment of the wedding night, and she kissed me feelingly. But rightly so, other than the morning kiss, Reza never kissed me carelessly. Because for him it's better he doesn't have to do it than kiss but without feeling. Similarly, every time we made love, I never felt that she should wear it against my body. I never felt that my body was just a nafs*ful for his wild desires as a man. In essence, all Reza's treatment of me made me feel that -- I - was a very valuable figure. And my little heart said I no longer felt the pain of Reza's slap back then. Right now -- I -- completely -- happy.

"Cake cut, yuk? We make a wish and blow the candles together."

We ended the dance and lit a candle. And then...

Make a wish. The same demand: happiness, and a love that never fades against each other.

"I'm happy to have this year with you. Happy first anniversary, my dear. Love you."

A melancholic feeling permeated, my eyes began to glaze over. "Happy anniversary too, Mas. Nara loves you too."