Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
About the Heart's Content

The rest of the day in July, Reza used her time to fully recover. In addition to seeing his children, he looks moody prolonged. I saw him smile only when he looked at Angga and Anggi, though with distance and could not touch them.

In those four days he talked a lot with my mother and Ihsan. Ihsan, who has been living with us since yesterday, promised to help Reza solve the problems in our small family that still continue even though the culprit was buried in his final resting place.

And maybe because of the extreme pain, Reza reduced contact with me. He didn't send me whatsapp or just talk about trivial things, not at all. And it feels so painful. Turns out I'd rather he bother me or we wouldn't have to meet.

Being able to see it, yet not being able to speak let alone touch it - made my heart ache. I guess, it's totally bullshit when someone says: just looking at you, that's enough for me.

Huh! Better not to meet at all. Seriously. My heart hurts, it can see but it cannot touch, it is like love but it cannot have.

I miss. The more I see it unattainable, the more my heart longs. We are in the same place, but with a different nature. So hurtful.

Nara Kangen, Mas... Nara longs. My mind keeps on beating. Hearts pounding on defense. But the ego persists. Don't get me depressed, I thought.

But thank God, my mother understood. Pretending to be pushy, in front of Reza she asked me to serve my husband at the dinner table, which was practically - - as if forced, I was willing to do it. In fact, every time Reza picked guava fruit from the backyard, my mother always forced me to make it juice. So, on Saturday, with a little ego down, I wrote a letter on a piece of paper and put it under that juice cooker.

Forgive me for all my selfishness and attitude. But I hope you understand the wounds you have inflicted so deeply. I'm sick, Mas. Too painful. May you soon prove that truth and treat all my wounds. I miss our togetherness.

"I miss you too" he said. She was sitting at the end of the stairs while me and the kids were relaxing in front of the tv.

I don't want to smile. How can I hold it? The smile expands itself.

"My situation has improved greatly. Tomorrow I go to Bogor. It's possible. yaaa. I hope to find a miracle there."

Aami...

"Emm?"

"I'm sorry, yes, date one tomorrow -- I can't keep our agreement."

"It's okay" I said. "I know you want to keep it. I'm the one who's not willing."

"It's not so, if you don't apply the isolation rule, I'd like to force you even if you're angry. Because the truth is we're still halal."

I frowned. "No forcing. You have three months. If you force yourself, it's the same as sexual abuse of your wife."

"So, you're going to sue? No, right?"

Again, I can't help but smile. "Don't force it, it's not good. Especially when I doubt. I'm afraid I won't be sincere later."

"Fear it" he muttered with a slight smile and a small laugh. "I think it's just a small possibility."

I put my shoulders down. "I can't sue because I don't want my children to have a father inmate."

"But I know, from your deepest heart you must be sincere."

Geez. He's shaking my defenses.