Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
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My aunt ran towards my mother and Ihsan who had just come to the hospital room where I gave birth. His face was radiant and flushed. Both seem tense.

"It's born!" it was as soon as he grabbed my mother's hand. "Twin! Couple, female and male. Both are normal, and Nara is healthy too."

My mother and Ihsan scooped up her face with both hands. "Thank God.." cried my mother, then she stroked her chest, very relieved. "I'm afraid the process is difficult, because Nara's stomach is huge."

"Mother..," my whine is weak, protest in a big belly.

Everyone is grinning. "Yes, the baby is mont*-monton*," said my aunt. "Great nara. Delivery's smooth. Successfully gave birth to normal."

Ihsan. "Where's baby?"

"Breathed" said Reza. He sat by my bed and never took his hand off me since the birth.

Given the presence that accompanied me during my labor - where he tried to soothe my pain and my hysteria, I am so grateful and glad that he continues to be by my side. But when remembering our argument that caused me to cramp and fall, even my membranes to break, I hated it so much. But, for the sake of not causing trouble, I just let Reza continue beside me with his sweet attitude. I don't have the strength to fight anymore. I was lying down, weak, but happy and very relieved.

"Bund" called me as soon as my mother approached me. He immediately hugged me. "It hurts so much. Sorry, yes, Nara used to make Mommy sick while giving birth to Nara."

Mom smiled. "You used to torture Mother a lot, you know! You make Mother cry twenty hours. The ends still have to be a cesarean."

"That's why Nara's sorry. Nara felt the pain. It almost feels dead."

If only my relationship with Mas Reza improved soon.

"Well..," cried Ihsan girang. "Oom's champ is clean...."

Two sisters carrying two of my babies who are still red. I immediately wanted to sit down, but Reza held me back. The two sisters smiled as they slowly put each baby on my chest, then they parted out.

Me, Reza, my mother, my aunt, and Ihsan, we all looked at the two of them in amazement and took turns wanting to kiss her. The two babies were amazingly similar, just like me and Ihsan the baby once was, when we were not twins. Their eyes were both pitch-black, a legacy of Reza's eyes. The nose bone is high and somewhat pointed, the lips are also eyebrows that are really a replica of Reza, except that the skin color seems to tend to match the color of my skin.

"They were very similar to his father" my mother said, caressing her two grandchildren.

Reza nodded. "They're amazing" she said, observing the baby carefully.

"Quick azankan, after that they must be breastfed."

That's when I was full. There was happiness in seeing the father and his two children, and hoping that Reza would be an amazing father figure for them. I don't want my kids to be the same fate as me. Abandoned by real father. I don't think I want those two hands to share with other babies, like my father used to carry his wife's child, capturing their happy moments in family photo memories, while I and Ihsan don't care. I don't want my children to lose their rights like I and Ihsan used to.

Sorry if I'm bad, God. But Aulian had her own real father. Now I'm not wrong, right, if I want my husband to just focus on watching his biological child without any shadows that remind him of his past love? I want him to focus on us. Am I wrong?