Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Salt On Top of Wounds

Goddamn bum!

A young man stood in the doorway with a look of anger, followed by a woman behind him, my father's serial wife. The young man's shrill voice made my two children flinch in shock, they woke up and cried.

"I was born with love" he said. "My mom and dad got married even if it was just a serial marriage."

I'm furious. "Go all of you!" roangku. I quickly got off my bed and approached Anggi's bed. I carried him and calmed him in my arms. Temporary...

Contant alone, a commotion occurred between Ihsan and the young man songong. Ihsan pushed him out, while my father did not budge, at that time Sandra Wijayanti showed her allure ability. He grabbed my father's arm and took him out, describing the patient figure of the wife.

A poet? Huh! She's nothing more than a bunch of *droppers snatch people's husbands. She's the "greatest" actor I've ever known, the merciless street*woman when she took my father away from us, and even though my father cheated on her with Rhea Rhesmi Yunita, he still won't let go of my father. Awesome, right?

"Basic doesn't know himself!" Ihsan growled with his hands still clenched. He went back into my ward and hugged my mother. Tranquilize.

Well, in a dozen years, even twenty years, our mother's emotions were never that overflowing. Despite going through difficult and painful days, she was never this angry. True, although the wound will never heal, but if it is not sprinkled with salt, the wound will not feel excessive pain.

"OK, we assume nothing happened," my mother said after she wiped her tears dry. "Come, as it was, the kids let Oom and Grandma be fat. Mom and Dad continued eating. Okay well? They're suckling, right?"

I could only nod my head to see the woman I loved trying to cover her feelings. Waves of emotions about anger and hatred bubbling up.

"Don't be dumb," he said. "You continue to eat."

Hmm.. I took a deep breath even though the feeling of her wheezing was getting painful. A moment later, Reza grabbed me and grabbed me, my tears breaking in her chest. "Already, yeah. Mending us happy-happy. We eat with bribes." He wiped my tears, then smiled. "Come, we'll eat."

I'm shaking. "It's not appetizing, Mom," I refused. And it just produced a frustrated look on my husband's face.

"Honey..," his voice held back, "heard me, look at that," he said, his gaze toward my mother. "Mother is trying hard in front of all of us, so we should be the same. You know, right, Mother's happiness is just seeing us all happy? So. make Mommy happy is only one key, we all must be happy - then Mommy will also be happy. Got it? Please, do it for Mother."

I know, but the heart of my heart I can't just ignore either. There was a little bit of pity for the man who had already incised a wound in our hearts. I know how close he wants to be to me and his grandchildren. But why does he not want to understand that the women around him, as well as the children of those women - - are salt for our wounds? Instead of distancing, he deliberately brought the salts and sprinkled them over our gaping wounds.

Pain, Dad. It hurts!

I want to reject her presence as before. But late. He's been -- back into my life.

I should how?