Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
Beliefs

"Mass?"

Reza took a long breath. "Listen to me" he said. He cupped my face with both hands. I know he wants to talk to me seriously. "On the knife there are only Salsya's fingerprints. There are no fingerprints. That's a favorable position, let alone the doctor stating that you fainted from drugs. So tell me you don't know anything. Someone drugged you and you fainted."

Hearing Reza's words, my heart raced. Reza seemed to know everything that happened and it made me think: is he the mysterious black figure? If so, should I be afraid, or should I be - should I be happy?

"Don't say anything that gets you stuck and found guilty. Let the police investigation not continue. Your father will try to keep you free from this case. Okay well? Whatever you are, no matter how you are, I'm here. I love you without caring about anything that has happened."

Wait a minute, that means?

"Mas, do you think I killed Salsya?"

Reza. "There's no one there. But...." He's down.

"Mass?"

"I don't know."

"Yes God. You-"

"That's it. We don't have to talk about this anymore."

I'm shaking. "It's not me," I said, trying to explain, trying to convince him that I wasn't the murderer. "I swear, it wasn't me who killed Salsya."

"Then, who?"

Again. I shook my head again. "I don't know. The lights in the room are dead. And I'm drugged."

"alright. Tell that to the police when you interrogate later."

I'm nodding. "I'll say," I replied. "But do you believe me?"

"Darling...."

"Believe it or not?"

"I...."

"OKAY. You don't believe it. Okay. I won't try to convince you. I'm...."

Sleek!

"Darling...."

"So, listen to me first."

"You just don't trust me. What about the police?"

Silent.

Later then...

"Mas" I took his hand and I put it on my stomach. "Oath. For Chrissakes. For the sake of our children. I didn't kill him. Please?" i'm begging. "Trust me. Honestly, I'm scared. I don't want to go to jail for what I didn't do. But the trust of my family, that's what I need most. Please-"

Shhh... instantly her finger stuck to my lips. "I believe in you. I believe."

We embrace -- to strengthen each other, and, to shed - the pain that strikes us.

"I promise," he said. "All will be well. I'll protect you, I'll protect you. Whatever it is and whatever it takes, I'll do whatever it takes for you. Don't be afraid anymore, okay?"

I nodded - trying to believe his words: his promise to us.

"Oh yeah, I want to know the chronology after I passed out. What the hell's going on? How can I be in the hospital? Please tell me the chronology, please?"

But Reza seemed reluctant to speak. But I, I'm very curious. I pushed her body gently and she took her hug off me.

Reza. "When I came home, I saw the front door open, and the situation inside the house was dark. But the lights on the porch are still on. I called you, but there was no answer. Then, when I entered, I was shocked because the living room was a mess. And as I feared, something happened. As soon as I turned on the lights, I saw that you two were already lying on the floor. Salsya was alive then, you were unconscious. I walked up to you and was a little relieved that you just fainted. But I'm still worried, afraid your content is why-why. That's why I called an ambulance. After that...."

I raised an eyebrow looking at him with a thousand question marks. "What?"

"I'm sorry, I'm approaching Salsya. I asked him what happened, he said he didn't know. Then the ambulance came, Salsya was taken. But he's not helped. He died on the way to the hospital."

There seems to be something odd. His eyes are not honest. But I don't express my curiosity. "On that phone I'm sorry, Mas. I didn't know it was going to happen like this. I didn't know Salsya was crazy."

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"If you're really drugged, I mean. If you're drugged by someone else, you're not doing that yourself or not being drugged by Salsya. Means... There's a third party, right?"

I'm shaking. "I don't know, Mom. Someone drugged me, I don't know who that was. Or maybe Salsya, and then she killed herself. It doesn't make sense. But who knows, right?"

I was forced to follow the storyline of the mysterious killer. I don't want to be impressed like an ungrateful traitor because he's already let me and my children live. And, even because of this confession, I also doubt what really happened, as if I wasn't sure which was true, which was real, or everything that happened was just an illusion?