Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Thorn In Meat

Ara fainted after the fight, after the knife she had thrust into Sasha's body pierced her heart. But there is a miracle, Sasha is able to survive, she is determined not to die before meeting her true love. Ezaa.

"Yes..," the voice with trembling echoes shrill under the dim light of the lamp. "Why? Who did this?" eza asked the dying woman with the remnants of consciousness she had. Clearly, Eza was very panicked, not to mention he saw his big pregnant legal wife also lying unconscious there.

Sasha smiled at the man who meant the most to her. "I-i. I-love. A-ku pu his ti-ga per-request. Please, I-I want to. de-ngar you...

"Mr?"

Pranks!

A stainless bowl in my hand came off because I was shocked. I was surprised to realize Aarin was already standing in the doorway. He caught me standing in front of his laptop on the table. At that time I was about to take the stainless bowl in my mother's room, the former curate the face of Anggi who was sticky because of sweat. She's crying so hard. As I was about to get out of the room, I saw that Aarin's laptop was on and displayed the type on his monitor. At first I was just interested because at first glance I realized that it was the script of a story. But as soon as I read it, I knew exactly the story he wrote, even though I had only read three paragraphs.

My heart slips. Aarin wrote the story with the story and placement reversed. The name written is not complete, but it is very clear whose name he actually meant. He positioned me as a third party between Salsya and Reza. I, the antagonist he was referring to, stabbed Salsya and caused her to lose her life. She wrote from the perspective of the wrong story: Salsya as the main character of the suffering female protagonist.

But...

Everyone deserves their imagination, right? That's Aarin's right. It's just-here, in my heart, it feels like a little pinch. I felt that girl betrayed me. In an instant, he was like a thorn in the flesh in my life.

Relax, Nara. No need to make a fuss. It's people's house, it's Mother's happy birthday, and your children are also sleeping well. Hold your anger, Nara.

"What else is it?" ask Aarin. Anxious, doubtful and afraid to become one in his trembling voice.

I smiled as I put my shoulders down. "Your news is good" I said. "What's the title if I can tell?"

She's stunned. "The title.. emm... Loving You To Death. But this is. when I'm not done, anyway."

"Yes, I know. By the way, that's the dying Sasha, what do you want to ask Eza? I'm reading, huh?"

Aarin did not immediately reply. He even went straight to his laptop, saved his script and immediately turned off the laptop. "It's not done, ma'am. It's not good to read it now."

As if sweating, he swept his fingers over the skin under his nose. "Anu..," he said hesitantly.

"The first?" my many.

"Emm.. she. asked Eza to take care of their baby."

"Oooh... Do they have children? They're husband and wife, huh? Does his legal wife know?"

Aarin nodded unconvinced, then shook his head. It appears that he was caught making a mistake. Although it is not really wrong, very. He has a right, and I am well aware of that.

"So, what are both?"

He glanced at me, then turned his face away from me. "The second one... Eza pledged love to him."

"Oh.so sweet once. It's about to die, but it's still romantic-romantic that way."

He smelled a thin smile. Fake smile. "The name is also a fictional story, Ma'am."

"Keep, the third one?"

Aarin. "Third one... Sasha asked Eza to kiss her, for the last time."

"Wow! So romantic's. By the way, your story reminds me of the relationship between me, Mas Reza, and Salsya. The character's name is almost the same again. But this is in the reverse version. In a true story, I am the protagonist. Aye, right? Well, your imagination is amazing. I hope it explodes, yes. Oops! Sori, I mean hope your story explodes. Boom up!"

I also stepped away.

Oh, Aarin's. I suddenly don't like you.