Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Felt

"You know, no, Mas, when are we allowed to go back to Jakarta?"

Reza. "I don't know, I don't know" he said.

"If these three weeks haven't been allowed, then I'll be born here?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Where is no problem. Want to be born here, or in Jakarta, the important thing is there is me, there is Mother. Aye, right?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, but it would not be nice if the more enliven the house Aunty. Especially with baby cries. I'm afraid they're uncomfortable. What if they feel disturbed? Two more babies. Surely their crying voice boomed that the two were crying together."

"Look at it later, yeah. Maybe they'll let us stay in mes."

"Hopefully. But if they stay the way they don't, how?"

"What can you do, just follow it. Then we'll hitchhike on their house."

Then I looked into his eyes deeply. "You don't mind?"

"Wherever you come from and be with you, it'll always be fun."

Reza smiled, even me. That word he remembers well. "Wherever you are and where you are with you, it will always be fun" I said back.

"Good we're together, baby."

I'm nodding. "We are all together." Then I smiled to myself. "Em. three more weeks. But we haven't prepared anything."

"Later, yeah. We first see how clear you were born where, later we find the goods through online, it is easy. Okay?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. "I'm not going to be born in jail, am I?"

Silent.

"Mass?"

Reza. "will not. Where there are people who are born in prison, must be taken to the clinic or to the hospital by the officer. Aye, right?"

I glared, while Reza tried to grin, even though his eyes were glazed.

"Not funny!"

"Part of you, how is that so."

Reza mendesa* hard. "No, not" he said. "Trust me."

"Why? What would you do if we were deadlocked, and we couldn't go against the legal decision?"

Dead end. Those two words are haunting.

"You." said Reza, "mostly watching soap operas. It's the real world, it won't be like that."

Indeed indeed. But, again, that worst possibility will always be there.

"If things like that in the soap opera really happen, how? The police caught him wrong, not the real culprit. Furthermore, the judge sentenced the wrong person as in soap operas. How's it?"

Reza deliberately listened to my long babble along the memory lane. I know, he's trying to put himself in and play his role - a good listener and a wise answer.

But...

Mm-hmm....

He silenced my mouth with his lips, before he answered me, or before I chattered even longer.

"Just relax, if we find a dead end, we break down that road in our own way. Buntu... does not mean we will stick in place. I'll rent a device to break into it. Just relax."

I frowned. "You, uh! Not funny, you know! Would the wall be broken?"

Reza smiled again, but this time because he felt something was funny, maybe because he saw me sulking like a child.

"Quiet, yeah. Nothing will happen to our little family. I'll do anything for you, for you. I promise, my wife and kids will be fine. Sure."

I'm rattled. "How?"

He puts his shoulders. "Anything I'll do. If necessary I'll exchange your freedom for money."

"You want to bribe? Wanna bribe?"

"Don't...."

"Then?"