Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Take You Off Again

The vibration effect of my phone woke me up the next morning. That's a call from Reza.

Click!

"What's up, Mom?" I asked with a typical sleepy voice.

"Hawning salads, yuk? There is still time."

"Hm... Mas..," my response was to refuse. "Why, anyway, you-"

"I beg you, yes. I wait in the prayer room. Love you, darling."

The phone connection was cut off. I inched down from the bed, nodded and put on my face, then came out of the room and set foot into the prayer room. With a strange thumping feeling I opened the door and found my husband ready with his cocoa shirt, sarong, peci and sajad. He had also prepared a prayer rug for me behind him. Then she smiled at me, making me feel even more upset. I know, his heart is riled up and pessimism is running around him violently.

After the prayer, he immediately offered a prayer in his heart. Although I can't hear it, but I know and I'm sure we say the same prayer. Then after that, I was about to incline closer to kiss her hand, but she refused. "Stay the distance" he said, "I'm still obliged to be isolated."

I also nodded. "Why you?" my many.

"No idea" he said. "But I'm pessimistic. It's unlikely that I'll get anything in Bogor. But I'm still going. Being quiet is even more pointless, right?"

I know, chances are you won't get anything in Bogor. But I want you to fight me once again. Fighting for my trust.

"Darling, thank you for getting together with me. Thank you also because last night you wanted to accompany me to watch tv. And. Thank you for covering me last night."

I swallowed and tried to smile. "You're watching me, not watching the show on tv."

"Yes, thanks for letting it go." He smiled back.

"Other times sleep in the room, not on the sofa. Lots of mosquitoes."

"I'm wearing an anti-mosquito lotion, really. I don't want to sleep in any other room, besides...."

"Em, it's up to you. I. I also thank you for asking me to pray together."

He nodded, then was silent for a moment. "I'm leaving now. I've-"

"Have breakfast?"

"Not yet." He shook. "Later to come by-"

"I made you some fried rice, huh?"

"You...."

Geez, it's so hard to hold back a puddle of tears. Reza's eyes are the same as mine. "Thank you," he said.

I stood up, let go of my face and hung it against the wall. I quickly went to the kitchen and made some fried rice for him. Reza changed clothes. He had already packed a few sets of clothes for him to carry.

"Wait, yeah. In a moment," I said as he approached me in the kitchen. "Just sit down first."

This time he smiled sweetly, then casually he sat down at our bar table. "Is this coffee for me?"

"Yes, so that you don't get sleepy. And...."

"What?"

"So that you may be excited. I will judge your efforts and your struggles. Fight me like I used to, as well as for the kids. Don't make them suffer the same fate as me."

"I know your heart still believes in me" he said. "But..why don't you convince yourself that your heart is telling the truth? Make things easy, honey. We can stay together and the kids won't be victims."

The tech! A serving of fried rice was in front of him.

"Good meal."

"Darling...."

"The feeling of believing it does exist, but my doubts are much greater. Indeed, my heart truly believes. But he also demanded proof. So, please don't try to rebuke me."

Reza nodded with a forced. "Okay," said.

"Please eat. Let me have company."

And...

Minutes passed, and it was time for Reza to leave.

"Precious hug tip for kids. I want to see them, but they're still sleeping. You won't let me into the room."

Sorry if I was selfish. "Their hygiene and health are more important, right? If you quickly prove the truth, you will quickly be able to hug them again. And. hugged me too."

Oh my God, he just nodded his head while holding back tears. "I'll go first, yeah."

Stuffy. I had to take it away again. But I can't stand it just by looking at her, even kissing her hand just can't. Finally I was reckless, I approached her to the car - standing next to her, which was blocked by glass. Unknowingly, I raised my hand, glued it to the glass --as if I could pierce through it and touch my husband's face. But it's impossible. As well as Reza, he could only put his hands back together. Our hands are clinging, but not fused. Can't touch each other.

"Kiss me" I murmured in a whisper, then slowly our lips came closer together, met and stuck - - on the windshield. Miris. It hurts so much, God.