Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
100% Still Halal

Angga woke up and his crying voice called me to immediately go upstairs. I don't know what Reza and my mom were talking about next, but it was with the kids that I tried to think as rational as possible. I remember my separation from Reza late last year, when Salsya came and asked for my blessing - obviously, Salsya said they were not married. Means Reza didn't make me second. She didn't put me in the humiliating position - the snatch-man's husband. That means there's only a second possibility: maybe he's beating me up. But...

As bad as Reza is, he knows enough about religion. Could it be that for Salsya she was able to turn our bond of love into adultery? Because in fact, before and after the murder, Reza and I had frequent marital relations. Wouldn't it be free of his obedience to God if he also wallowed in a puddle of sin?

But what Aarin said about Salsya's request at the end of her life, that was a fact. There is a possibility that marriage is also a fact. But it can also be slander. I don't know, obviously my mind wanders for a few dozen minutes while I breastfeed my little son. Goslings.

"Darling?"

"Em, yes, Bund?"

"Not finished the mimic?"

"Yet" I said. "Why?"

"none. Mother just wants to replace you. Mother has finished cooking, Mother has served. You got your husband to eat, huh?"

Gotta do? If we were alone, he would be looking for an opportunity.

"Well, Angga is full. Here, same Grandma."

Duuuh... How is this...?

"Honey, get down there. Your husband's waiting."

I took a deep breath and immediately got up. With a lunglai, I set my feet up to the dining room.

"here, Honey. Sit here, we eat."

Come on, Nara, just believe that Aarin was just slandering your husband.

I nodded and sat down. At that time Reza was already holding the plate and was about to take the rice.

Reza smiled happily. "Thank you, dear."

Honey, Honey, Honey. Just be careful if you really tricked me into marrying that woman secretly. I made sure my lawsuit really floated this time.

For a while we just kept quiet and ate the dinner in silence. No one makes a sound. Reza must have been afraid we had a fight and the dinner broke up. That's why he chose silence. He knows how to face me. But wonder, why does he not understand also if I want his honesty-as bitter as anything? Because it hurts more when we know the lies of our husband than anyone else.

"Mass?"

"Emm?"

"You know, right, if you're married secretly it means-"

"I know, honey," cut it. "I know that I broke our wedding vows - it means we're dead."

I'm nodding. "You don't want us to fornicate, do you?"

"I didn't want to, and it didn't happen. You're still my wife. My mahromku is halal."

Thank God the truth is like that, Mom. But your lies have made me doubt.

"Why? You still doubt me?"

"Em, very. How about we remarry?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Our relationship is halal. Still halal. There's no need for a remarriage."

Still with the same doubt, I lowered my head for a moment, then I looked Reza in the eye. "But I doubt, Mum. I think that's the best solution for our marriage."

"No. Marrying you again - it means that it is tantamount to me acknowledging the existence of a marriage between me and Salsya. I understand how your mind runs. Please, please, you trust me. We're -- a hundred percent still halal."