Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
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A small clock hand bearing Winnie The Pooh on the wall of the guest room we were in pointed to the number seven. I got up from the bed, stood up straight and straightened my slightly achy back. Then turned my stiff head because of a lot of sleep. I closed my eyes for a moment while breathing a sigh of relief. After that I went straight to the bathroom.

Yeah, my body feels better. I slept well under the influence of sleeping pills. Based on the count, today is the sixth day of Lebaran - depending, if you still feel the atmosphere. Me? Yes, still. I'll fill it up to a full week.

And today, early in the morning, after taking a bath I immediately dressed up a little, disguised the pallor and dullness of the remains of my pain yesterday, then combed my hair. I sat on the edge of the bed and curled my waist-long black hair, then held it in place with a large hairpin. Do not forget to also use skin moisturizers, deodorants, and spray enough perfume plus tidying my clothes. Of course, lipstick will not be forgotten. And, I'm beautiful, at least than I was yesterday.

When I came out of the room, I passed Reza - with a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of warm milk in each hand. He was going to take the breakfast to the room, for me.

"I want breakfast at the dinner table, want breakfast with others..," my whine spoiled - a typical indulgence of a wife to her husband.

The understanding Reza immediately nodded and turned.

"Mas!"

He turned the body. "Why?"

"Your wife... Why do you live...? Coop...."

Practically, he laughed a little. "Manja," ledeknya. "Don't you see my hands are busy?"

Unconcerned. I walked over and hooked my hand to his arm. He was forced to walk as slow as I could to the dining table. Oh, no, he didn't have to. He did it with pleasure, for me. His wife. We also sat. All the residents of the house were relaxed at the dining table, except my uncle who did not come home because last night it was his night duty.

"Morning, Bumil..," said my brothers who were very compact that morning. The cohesiveness that was planned and promised if they saw me.

I smile. "For everyone" I said back.

"How did you sleep, honey?" asked my mother while putting warm fried rice that is still steamy and evocative of my taste.

I shifted my oatmeal and replaced it with a plate of fried rice. "Reviews, Bund," I said. "Yeah, under the influence of drugs of course."

My aunt who came from the kitchen with a big pot of warm tea and a smile that was no less warm immediately said, "It's okay, for a while. Rather than not sleeping at all, it's more dangerous, right?"

My talk is not finished yet, but everyone's eyes immediately glanced at me with murderous gazes, let alone Reza and Ihsan. Makes my heart sag immediately.

"Bund, Tant, Mas, Ihsan, may, yes?"

Ihsan. "What the hell? Don't look for trouble!"

Duuuh. He snapped at me in front of everyone.

"Ihsan, sit down, son," my mother asked. "Hold the emotion."

Instead of sitting down, Ihsan just left the dining table. His plate was almost empty. Thank goodness the food was almost gone, I thought. It's okay to go, Mah. Thank you if he's in the room or in the backyard. Rather than keep raging, right? I could almost see a puff of smoke rising high above his head.

Wusssh....

"If it's Aunty, anyway, yes!"

"Mother is also yes!"

"Mas, yes too, right? Yes dong? Please...yeah, huh?"

Yup! Reza nodded - - with a forced. No choice, huh? Could be. Let it.

And, a moment later, my aunt approached, gently stroking the top of my head. "It's okay" he said. "If it can make you feel better and feel relieved, do it."

"But don't get into trouble, don't mess around, don't act on your own, and don't do anything dangerous anymore. Can you hear Mother's talk, honey?"

I grin-feel insinuated. But indeed, I'm kapok, will no longer act alone.