Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
The Strengthener

It was almost three and a half hours when Reza approached us in the cafeteria. He wanted to take me home and tell me to rest. I know and understand very well - it is for my own good and for the sake of my womb, so I do not argue.

"Sorry, May," said Reza. "Nara-"

"I understand, Za. It's okay."

"Em, I'll be here again."

"I'll take Tirta to Nara, will you, okay?"

Reza nodded. "certain."

"Thanks for your help." Then he took my hand and put an envelope. "For the purposes of Tirta," he said.

I immediately rejected it and returned the envelope to Mayra's hand. "no need. We are brothers. We guarantee Tirta will not lack anything."

The feeling came back and made Mayra cry. He hugged me and whispered a thank you. After he let go of his embrace, he immediately knelt down in front of his son. "Tirta joined Aunt Nara and Oom Reza first, because Mama must keep Papa here. Tirta wants to, yes, and don't be naughty. It must be according to all the words of Aunt and Oom. Okay?"

Tirta nodded. He's a good boy. She was six years old, and she already understood what the adults were saying to her. I'm sure I won't have any trouble keeping him.

"We're home, yeah, May. Take care, don't eat late. Alfi and Tirta need you" Reza told Mayra.

Mayra nodded with teary eyes. "Surely."

My mother quickly approached and hugged me. "Thank God you're okay" he said, his eyes glazed over.

I smiled - a little. "Bund, can you please take care of Tirta for a moment? Nara wants to clean up first" I asked.

Mother nodded. After that I approached Reza, helped her get things out of the car and handed them to Raline and Raheel, plus asked them to buy some pieces of clothing for Tirta to the next-door neighbor, meanwhile, Reza brought a dirty and quick bag of clothes to the bedroom and closed the door.

When I went inside, he was standing in front of the nightstand, I heard he was talking to someone on the phone, I guess when he was speaking lu-gue and bro, she must be talking to Ari, I heard her voice stammering with sobs, she cried.

After she hung up the phone, and while the children in my womb were agilely tracing the skin layer of my stomach, I approached Reza - - hugging her from behind and sticking my stomach behind her, she said, he was silent -- permeating the life of the little figure he was waiting for. I know, besides me, the two angels in my womb can certainly calm her down, pulling her back from the grief - even if it's just a moment and the sadness doesn't go away completely. But he needs calmness, a figure that strengthens him to face his reality.

"We love you" I said.

Reza let go of my embrace, she turned around, then knelt down. He put his hands and forehead on my stomach with his eyes closed. "I'm sorry, Papa, yeah. Papa can't focus entirely on you. Papa loves you guys. Keep it healthy, don't fuss at Mama's belly."

As much as I can endure my sadness and I wipe my tears before they drip and Reza sees them. "Father," I said as gently as possible, "the message of the children - Papa pray first. The hunt's out of time."

Reza quietly wiped her tears. He looked up and then nodded. "I take a shower first" he said. Then he stood up and cupped my face with both hands. I kissed my forehead with all my feelings. "I love you. I'm sorry, yes, that my time these few days will be less for you and the kids. I gotta...."

"It's okay, Mom. I understand, really. There, gih. You take a bath, after which you immediately pray."

Once again, she nodded, kissed me again, and went straight into the bathroom.