Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Cannot Forgive Not Be

After the sungkeman event, the next event is a family photo session. I am happy, even though it is not perfect. Because, we never complete family photos because of family rifts in the past.

But yes, let alone the irreparable part, maybe until death will remain like that.

At this moment, Reza and I agreed to realize our intention for a maternity shoot. From last month I have been wanting to do this pregnancy photo session, in fact I have been wanting since two months ago, when my womb began to look at the age of six months. But, according to Reza -- all just fitting Lebaran. Be now, at the age of eight months more - - we just did the meternity shoot photo. Let me ask my cousin for help, because he is lazy if he has to go to the photo studio or invite the photographer to the house. I'm happy, happy, and grateful for all the happiness I've had lately.

"Honey," call Reza while I'm looking through the results of a maternity shoot photo that I just uploaded to my social media.

I turned my head, and found him hesitatingly extending his cell phone to me.

"Your father," said he. "He wants to talk." Then Reza whispered. "Please, yeah. Beloved Be a good boy." He stroked my head and clasped my right hand. It was as if he was making sure that I would speak well and not be rude to the man whom I still regard as a stranger to me.

At first I wanted to refuse, but because of Reza's way like that, so I said. "Emm..," I muttered confusedly and hesitated to speak. I finally just cleared my throat.

Across there, my father said his greetings, and I answered as I should.

"How are you doing, son?"

"I. good."

"How's kandunganmu? Healthy? How many months, honey?"

The darling? Don't call me darling!

I love it when people around me call me Honey. Except her. My ears are hearing it. "Yes, healthy. It's been eight months.more."

"That means next month is over, huh?"

Is correct. You better not come. Don't be so good to your granddaughter. Just like your attitude towards little Inara and little Ihsan first. "Emm. yes. Mid June."

"Caboo Daddy, huh? I want to see your grandkids later."

Actually I wanted to blatantly refuse, but my tongue was moody, and somehow I felt my eyes glaze over. An unclear situation. I'm angry, hateful, upset, sad, or what? I don't know. Not understanding at all. I don't know if I'm happy with the call or if I hope he doesn't have to call me at all? But it was clear my tears were dripping and I immediately wiped them off. "Inshaallah, I will tell you," I said at last.

"Oh yes, happy Eid al-Fitr, dear. Sorry to be born and to. If you'd like, forgive all of your past mistakes. I'm very hopeful."

With great difficulty, I wiped my tears again. "I can't, yet" I said. "Isn't accepting your presence enough for now?"

My father fell silent. It took a while for him to get back to his voice. "Yes, Son. Alright. Once again - happy eidulfitri. I wish happiness was always with you."

"Aamiin, thank you for that."

It won't be that easy. You won't be able to make up for twenty-two years of my pain of losing my father figure. Although the next twenty-two years I'm cold to you, it will never be enough to avenge my pain. It never will.

"Honey..," Reza called me after a few minutes. "We eat, yuk? I hungry. You and the kids should eat too."

I stood in front of the mirror for a while and closed my eyes. "Yes, Mas. A moment." Then open the door immediately.

But, Reza quickly slipped in before I could get out.

"What are you doing? He said he'd eat?"

"Eat you for a minute."

"Mas.we're in people's homes again. It's not polite his name...."

Reza. The one who was actually standing in front of me - tightened his body and squeezed me against the wall. "Don't always be narrow minded" he said. "This is your house. We are a halal couple. My wife is feeling pain, and I as a husband want to be a figure that melts the pain that my wife feels. See, there's plenty of reason to break the fact of that irreverence."

I felt like I wanted to laugh, just like this he managed to comfort me. I remember the days before we were married, how often she was like this, clinging to me and shoving me against the wall - - kicking my heart out and turning it into blooming flowers. "Just as you are."

She grinned. "It's up to me, because you're mine. You are mine, Baby."

"Mmm-hmm?"

The kiss landed. He savored and devoured my lips ferociously, plus played his tongue agilely.

After I felt engrossed, I pushed him gently. "Already, yeah. Don't let the kebablasan. There's still plenty of time."

He puts his shoulders. "O-ke. But you don't feel sad anymore. No need to force anything. Just live as is. Just be polite to your father, I won't ask for more. Be happy, be a winner on this day."

I nodded, and got a hug plus a warm kiss on the forehead before we got out of the toilet.

Chequek!

The door opened and five pairs of eyes stared at it with a grim face.

"Little boy.. on what, anyway? Nguping, huh? Come on, on disperse there!"

Eit dah, instead of dispersing, they even lined up: line THR.