Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Fear

》There's a call from the police station for Nara at 10. His call letter was sent to Aunt's house yesterday afternoon. Mother just said now because yesterday Nara will go to the hospital. How's he doing now? Is it possible to fulfill a police call?

It was a whatsapp message from my mom that she sent to Reza's phone and I read it while Reza was in the shower. The message made me ask myself: am I ready to be reinintroduced with so many questions? Can I still survive an incomplete story like the one I told last week? Am I wrong and am I evil if I don't tell you a word about Salsya's killer?

Remember, Nara. The truth you cover - it is not for yourself, but for everyone, especially for your son and husband. Their lives are threatened if the killer is angry. Caring for Aulian, that was enough to atone for your guilt towards Salsya. Thats enough. Find it safe, don't challenge it! Don't be stupid! Love yourself, your child, your husband, and all your family. Please, calm, calm, calm. Relax, Nara! Relax! Everything's gonna be fine. It's gonna be okay. Sure. Okay well? You can face everything.

"Darling, are you awake?"

Reza came straight for me because I didn't respond. I was daydreaming on the couch. When Reza had just finished his bath, there was a small towel in his hand to dry his hair.

"Eh, Mom?"

I was shocked when I realized the touch from his cold hand, he grabbed my hand, then looked at me, as usual - - to read my expression.

"Again thinking what? Hm? Story, what's up?"

I stared at him for a moment, then turned my gaze to his phone which was still in my hand, then gave the advanced object to him. "There's whatsapp from Mommy."

"Oh, what's wrong?" he muttered while grabbing the square thing. He opened it and read the message. Then...

Instantly he froze.

I breathe heavily. "I'll come. It's been a week. I don't want to be impressed to avoid an investigation. There are, the authorities will suspect me more, right? I don't want that to happen."

"But, honey."

"I'm fine."

"Your circumstances-"

"I can, really. Well, hopefully."

"No u-"

"Buck...."

"Please...."

I held Reza's hand firmly. "I will come" I insisted, trying to convince him. "Don't worry. As long as there's you, I won't do anything, will I? Just accompany me and strengthen me. We can get through this together" I said - trying to show my courage and determination in front of a husband whose face was bent by ten.

I also nodded with a smile. "Yes, Papa. We must be strong. But it looks like we need a lot of breakfast before being asked the question that seems to be draining the brain."

"Come, prepare. You take a shower, I call Erik to take care of the hospital administration, and have him bring food here. What do you want for breakfast? Is there something you want?"

I rolled my eyes, thinking for a moment. "Anything, Mas. It'll all be good if you feed." I grinned for a moment, then slumped and put my head on his lap. "You call Erik. Then help me take a shower."

Trying to hide fear? Yes, kaku. That fear ambushed me mercilessly. I'm afraid that mispronunciation will certainly be a boomerang - a threat to me and the two children in my womb.

"I know you're scared" Reza said after he called Erik. He's stroking my head.

I looked around for a moment, looking at Reza. "I'm just afraid I'm wrong."

"Em, then?"

"I'm afraid that mysterious figure is angry."

"You think he'll harm us?"

"Maybe. It could be, Mom."

"Already, Honey. Don't think too much."

"Y-"

"I promise, that person can't get close to you anymore."

I'm nodding. "Yes, I hope."

"Don't be pessimistic, dong, honey."

I closed my eyes for a moment, then smiled wryly. "Nobody can guarantee that, Mom. Mana knows, maybe he's actually around us, in our neighborhood. Maybe we are the only ones who don't realize that. Aye, right? That's possible."

"It's okay. Already, yes, don't discuss this. Mending you shower now. Yuk, wake up."

I'm shaking. "It still wants to be glued. Ten o'clock is still a long time. It's only half seven. Elus me again, yeah...."

I realized, the bigger I was and the heavier my body weight, the more lazy I was to move. One of my good luck -- I had a husband who was willing to beguile me without any boredom.