Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Luka

At ten in the morning, Reza was home from the funeral. I was also ready to go to the hospital. Tirta has been dressed by Raheel. Zia and Ari will also go to the hospital. While his son was entrusted to my mother. At the hospital, I didn't go into Alfi's ward. I don't know, just don't want to. But my strongest reason, I did not dare and did not have the heart to see the situation of Alfi, I was afraid I could not see the puffed-up legs even though they were hidden under the covers.

Before long, both of Alfis parents came. I don't know how, but not five minutes after their presence in Alfi's outpatient room, Mayra suddenly came out of that outpatient room. Alone, while crying.

He paused for a moment at the door as soon as he realized I was there.

"May, why...?"

Mayra did not answer. He shook his head weakly, like a dazed person. Then it suddenly exploded in tears. I walked over to him and I held him for a moment.

"We're going to the cafeteria, yuk? Let me have company, will you?"

Mayra nodded in agreement, and we immediately headed for the cafeteria, followed by my bodyguards who without being asked they already understood the task. Reza, who was just about to come out, stood at the door and let us go. When we got to the cafeteria, for a moment, I let Mayra shed tears that she could not bear. She cried for a long time.

"My mother-in-law wants to take Mas Alfi home. Is it wrong to refuse?"

He had started to calm down, and had already finished off half a glass of his cold cappuccino.

At the same time, I swallowed bitterly. "Sorry, May," I said. "I don't know what I'm saying is right or wrong. But I agree that you refuse. I don't blame your decision. If I were you, I wouldn't want to either, I would refuse. Except those who live in your house. You can't refuse it, right? May, you rarely meet, your mother-in-law likes to bully you, especially when you look. While you. You can just be quiet. I don't want to, May, if you're treated like that. Say my advice is wrong, but I do not want you to suffer more with their existence. Maybe my opinion is wrong, but in my opinion, if you live in your own house, you are more entitled and do not deserve to be treated harshly, because you do not live in people's homes. The person who lives in your house should be polite to you."

"You're right. I guess."

Evidently. Because I'm saying this from the perspective of a persecuted daughter-in-law. I am not an angel. I also don't want to be a hypocrite in response to this. I will say what I think is right, no matter if it is wrong in the eyes of others.

"I'm sorry about Mas Alfi's condition" I muttered.

At that time I was silent, I could not catch Mayra's true intentions, the point - why she could assume that was the best. But he didn't open the sound for a full two minutes. I had to ask, "You can accept Alfi's condition? And. her children...."

Again, he smiled, there was sincerity there. "He's my husband, I won't leave him even if he's not perfect. He accepted my imperfections all this time, now I will do the same. I'm also willing to be a mother for her children."

I'm relieved. I'm glad to hear his words. "I knew you would always be with him. I support you."

Mayra put her shoulders together, that's when she surprised me with her words.

"I took his wisdom, maybe it's God's kindness on my patience all along."

Practically, my forehead frowned with a thousand question marks, maybe a million. "Sori, you mean? Emm... I don't understand what your version of wisdom looks like in this?" my question is a bit of a hassle, but I believe Mayra understands what I mean and my confusion.

She's staring. My writer's side - or actually the evil thought in my soul - saw the triumphant smile in his eyes.

"Here," he said, he put his palm on his chest, "there is a sense of relief, which I myself do not know right or wrong, whether evil or not. But I'm happy, because from this second -- I, my status is the only wife of Alfi Wijaya. Aye, right? And after this, I think that maybe Mas Alfi will marry again. Even if his parents forced. I hope there will be no more women who want to be forced to marry Mas Alfi, because of the current state of Mas Alfi. And. I will no longer feel the pain of living together. He will be with me every day, every night. Those long nights I spent alone will be no more, Ra. I no longer need to imagine my husband warm in a blanket with another woman while I'm alone. I may be. I am evil. But I don't want to lie to myself."

Kinda ngenes's. I was confused, it was the answer of a desperate woman or rather...

I don't know.

But my heart must have been beating so badly. A strange foreign feeling stirred my stomach. I don't know what to feel sorry for, or just to be happy with Mayra's words. But honestly, it's better - at least he'll open up to me. Maybe it could make him feel better. Although impressed and sounds evil. But that's what it is - a wounded inner voice.