Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
My Role (Wife, Son and Mother)

I put the wrapping paper, tape, cutter, scissors, and tape on the table. A birthday present for my mom should be wrapped up immediately. Last year I gave nothing for him because of our position in the village and in a covid emergency.

I rushed to wrap up the hijab suit I ordered Mayra a few weeks ago for her. Two months ago, when we saw models of hijab clothing ahead of Lebaran, he proposed the model, but because the product was sold out, what can be done. Fortunately, Mayra was able to make the exact same model suit that my mother wanted. I was able to prepare the suit as a birthday present for her.

After wrapping the box containing the hijab suit with heart-drawn wrapping paper, I placed it on a plastic chair next to the table, inside her room. My mother was holding Anggi in her backyard. After that, I quickly went out and followed to the backyard.

"Was everyone asleep?" my many. My right hand holds the doorknob.

My mother looked at me and nodded.

I smiled broadly. The boy was quite fussy and wanted to be carried along during the day like this.

"You just take a break" my mother said. He was very familiar to me who was sleep-deprived because at night I had to wake up often when my son cried for milk. I also according. But earlier...

I leaned over to hug her who was sitting on the porch seat. My heart feels warm, how lucky I am to have a mother figure like her, who never left me and Ihsan. I also kissed her cheek. After that, I looked at my mother and said, "Happy birthday. Nara dear Mother."

He looked at me with a big smile and nodded. "Thank you, yeah, honey. You always remember your birthday and always want to be the first to say."

Huh! So first, my mom's birthday is tomorrow, but I always say H-1. Tomorrow there will be a meal together and wait for Ihsan to come to Bogor.

"Already, sana. Rest. Hurry your kids up and ask mimi again."

I grin. Good for their grandmother. I quickly moved and went back into the house to rest. But...

Wait for. "Why do you cry?"

Reza got up, and walked over to me, and hugged me. "I need you" he whispered.

Iyuuuh. Duuuh.pity my husband too. Three weeks went by and he has not received a second service. I smiled and hugged him back. "Whatever needed?" godaku's.

He loosened his embrace and looked at me with mischievous glittering eyes. "Don't pretend you don't understand..," he was spoiled. Very amusing.

I laughed and took her hand into the bathroom. "Well, now tell me first, what do you need?"

"Myya...."

"just say. What's?"

"Your warmth and your skill" he said.

Well, hayuklah. I did that for him. One thing I learned in the present, based on my parents' dark past experiences, I can't make all my tired postpartum and postpartum days as an excuse to make my husband fast for long. Because I am the one fasting, not him. And...

There was no reason for him to seek warmth anywhere else. My tired means nothing. I am and will always be able to please him. Me, the figure of a tough wife, child, and mother.