Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
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"Why did Bu Nara set up a special camera and record Mom's meeting with Salsya's sister?"

That -- one of the questions that the investigation team asked me -- of the many questions that caught me off guard. But, actually I had expected it to be questioned by the authorities to me, even I had prepared an honest answer - and what it is.

"I deliberately set up the camera to record our chat. I wanted to show my husband that I had asked Salsya to stay away from me. I had already explained to Salsya -- what -- that should be my husband's duty. I want my husband to know, I have represented him to face Salsya. It was my only goal, which turned out to be a result far from hope."

Back then, before the police asked further, I immediately nyerocos further -- I did not like to be asked questions.

"I know it's very likely that Salsya will definitely not agree with my request. I know it's impossible. I just wanted her to know that my husband would never marry her. That'sallthatis. But, who would have thought that he could be reckless? I had no idea he could act like a psychopath. In my shadow, he would simply go home with defeat and anger, not come home with death."

I knew clearly, I was in the position of a suspected person, and those questions were deliberately thrown in order to judge my honesty. There are so many questions that the investigation team asked me, I was caught off guard. And suddenly hope: may my children react and make me get out of here - ending the police investigation session against me.

Angga, Anggi, please. Mama's tired, dongkol, pissed. My mind thrashed, though my face remained flat, to the fullest extent possible -- feigning -- mediocre. Though in my heart I want to answer like this: my likes, dong, sir! I want to record, cake, no cake, my right. Mr kepo! I'm a jackass, sir, wondering on. I want to go back to Jakarta, you know!

But whatever the power, I am just a commoner who must be polite to law enforcement. When I meet them, they may be even more lazy to meet me. It could be, right?

It was like pretending to be in pain, but fearing my acting was not optimal and even made the police officers suspect me more. Finally, I stayed there, still answering all the questions, until it was done.

Again, I'm puffed. Really caught your breath!

After everything was over, I sat down for a while to rest, while Reza, Ihsan, Rizki, and my father were talking about something in the corner there. I don't know, and I don't want to know what they're talking about. I pensively myself among the four big and spooky bodyguards. I thought, I don't think I need them while Ihsan and Reza are. After all, the mysterious killer was alone and his body was small enough for a man. Or is she a girl? Could be. And my heart immediately asked, Who is he?

Also at the same time, a strange thought came to my mind: people looking spooky like these bodyguards, do they have wives? Do they have people they love, or not? Why would they work for such a high-risk thing, taking the lives of unknown people with their own lives, keeping the safety of others at stake for their own safety?

In the end I came to one conclusion, that is one of the difficult impacts of finding a normal job in this country.

Oh. Your lack of work, Nara. Your life is full of chaos, why do you think about the lives of others? Just think about yourself. Think about what you should do to keep you happy and busy with the fun.

"Come, go home."

"Eh, are you done with the chat?" my many.

"It has. That, Ihsan has gone home first."

I saw Ihsan from a distance, while from the other side, my father came up to me, with Rizki. Ihsan immediately left. He wanted to let me be with my father, while he didn't want to see him. "Dad not come back to Palembang?" tanyaku-rigid.

Witness, fine language to me. Subtly.

"Em, thank you, Dad, Rizki's sister."

They nodded. Then, my father hugged me, stroked my head. "Just keep it healthy, yeah, honey."

It was my turn to nod. "Surely," I said.

They also say goodbye. My father hugged Reza before leaving. "Dear son, yes. My grandchildren too. Dad put them away" he said.

My heart's full. Although half of my heart still did not accept and asked, "Why is it now?" -- but part of my heart again felt a little touched. I lack this attention as if thirsting for the affection of a father. Although I was well aware of how selfish my heart was, still proud, and still wanted to reject it, but finally -- not knowing whether to do it or not - I remained and I tried to accept it. I also don't want Reza to be disappointed if I still insist on rejecting my father like I used to.

"definitely. Reza will take good care of my beloved son. Your grandkids must be."

Beloved child? Exaggerate you, Mas. Father must love his son more than his other wives. Those who were raised and blessed by my father as babies. Not me. Argha! Please, stop, Nara!

"Why, Honey? How are you bengong?"

"Oh, emm. I'm just tired."

"Yes already. Hurry home and rest, yeah."

"Em." I'm nodding.

"Dad's home, yeah. You guys be careful on the road."

"Yes," I said.

"First, yes," Rizki said.

We nodded, and they passed.