Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Final Decision

》 Honey, I put a cake in front of the room door. Blow out the candle, yeah. I want to see and guarantee you when you make a wish. I beg.

Fifteen minutes later...

》 Honey, I'm still at the door. I will keep my distance, though.

Five minutes passed...

》 Do you want to sleep? Or nursing children?

The next five minutes...

》 Dear, please, respond me. Don't just read.

Five minutes later - again.

》 Honey, I don't want any regrets. Even in these circumstances, at least the moment of your birthday we still go through together even though we have to keep our distance.

The next five minutes - again.

》 I wait at the door. Any time you want to go out for make a wish, blow out the candles and cut the cake. If I fall asleep, please wake me up. I wait, yeah. I love you.

It's up to you, my mind. I put my phone down and I chose to sleep, until...

Two hours later, I woke up when Angga was crying about to suckle. After nursing her, I took my phone and found whatsapp from my mother.

》 Son, Mother was checking up. Poor, lo, your husband is still waiting for you at the door. It's getting late. Meet for a minute, let him rest quickly. You don't go too far. He just got out of the hospital. If he is sick again, you will feel guilty.

My God, it's eleven o'clock and he's still waiting? I didn't even touch it when the cake was on the kitchen table with the candle lit at dinner last night. But he wanted me to celebrate that birthday with him.

"Mas," called me while patting her softly. He woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and smiled. The cake that was in front of the door I moved to the sofa. "Just for a second, right?"

He's nodding. "Yes," he said. "Maybe it's just a trivial thing, but it means something to me, because it's your birthday. I want to celebrate every year."

Aamiins. I was expecting the same thing. If could.

"Make a wish first, dear."

I nodded, grabbed and clasped his hand and closed my eyes. I don't know, I don't want to raise both palms. I just want him to feel the hope I want to express.

"I hope God will show me the truth so that I can trust you again who often lie to me. Aamiin...." I'm throats. "It's not just about trust," I said, "but I want evidence to clear all my doubts. Everything."

And the candle is blown.

"I'm confused, how do I prove it?"

I pulled out my phone and played the voice recording that Aarin sent me last night. "It's your voice, right?"

Reza. "But it-"

"Prove that this happened that night, not on the day of your wedding. Look for the original footage if this one's been manipulated." Reza wanted to interrupt but I didn't give him a chance to talk. "Listen to me first, okay? There are some things you need to understand. First, I don't need you to force Aarin to confess. Confession under pressure and due to coercion cannot guarantee honesty. Second, I don't need an expert's explanation of the authenticity of the tape. I want the original footage, with the appropriate date and time on the day of the murder. Without any editing. And third, I give you three months. If in three months you can't prove the truth, I'll file for divorce. And lastly, in my time of doubt for the next three months, there is no inner born living among us. I will even eat with my own money. Can you understand all that? Must. Okay, good night."

I closed the cake and returned to the room. I'm not sure if I'm really going to file for divorce if I can't find the evidence within three months. And even if-if I wanted to stay with her, there must be a remarriage between us. There is no remarriage, so we better not live together.

This -- my last decision. Final decision.