Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 2
For Our Sakes

In a month that people call the beginning of the rainy season, we finally returned to Jakarta. Reza and I were excited to see a little change in our part of the house. And the renovation was really amazing, because the results were exactly the same as I imagined. Amazingly. I stood in the middle of the dining room, with two long tables of shiny brown wood on my right and left. Each table is surrounded by twelve minimalist chairs neatly arranged facing each other. Not to forget, decorative lights hang from the ceiling on it. I'm happy, we have two dining rooms, one poolside lesehan that Reza craves, and one dining room with a big table and lots of chairs like my dreams have been.

In addition, the part that caught my attention was my flower garden. The flowers have grown luxuriously coloring the front yard of our house. As for Reza, what he longed for was definitely his pet fish. He threatens to cut Erik's salary if the fish are not taken care of especially to death. No, I'm sure it was a joke. In addition to the flower garden, I also planted many roses in medium-sized pots and placed them around the fish pond - - in the front yard and in the backyard. With a distance per one meter, my flowers also decorate the surrounding fish pond. And yeah, I asked Reza to water it every afternoon so she fed the fish. She was willing, the reason being that my duty as a wife was already too much - tidying up the inside of the house. He does not matter if he has to take care of and take care of the outside of the house. Moreover, he felt sorry for me who experienced nausea and nausea effects of fertilizing drugs that entered my body. Even so, I did not feel burdened with the pregnancy program that I was running, because Reza could position himself as a good husband, who was ready to accompany me through all the bitter and sweetness of the effort we lived.

Unfortunately, all that perfection is not enough for me as long as I have not been able to give offspring to my husband. The ninth month of the year AD which is synonymous with the term cheerful September, is not as cheerful as my heart which continues to be haunted by fear. The beauty that refreshed the eyes seemed to be dashed away as my monthly cycle once again shattered my expectations. I'm sad because the pregnancy program I'm running has not been fruitful.

The ninth day in September last year, the first day of my menstrual cycle made me cry bitterly behind the bathroom door. When Reza heard my crying, he knocked on the door and went in because I didn't lock it.

"Darling? You why?" tanyakanya.

I wiped my tears together with Reza who threw me into her arms. "Sorry," I said. I tried to melt my disappointment by tightly hugging her body.

His forehead shriveled. "I'm sorry? What's for?"

"I can't give you a child yet. I. I'm menstruating again, Mom."

Reza mendesa* relieved. "I guess why," he said.

The sentence seemed to describe so lightly my problem, why should I cry and respond to it excessively? But still, I couldn't respond to it by acting ordinary.

"I'm disappointed, Mom. I'm scared-to-" too"

She shook her head. "That's it, there's nothing you need to worry about. With or without children, we will be happy" Reza said as she stroked my head. And I felt her sincerity, I somehow was sure that she was not at all disappointed as I felt.

A moment later, Reza took off her arms and held onto my shoulder. "Listen to me" he said. "We have worked. If God has not given us, what can we do? Hm? Should we force him? Can't, can you? So, just go with sincerity and keep trying. Yea?"

I let out a long sigh, then nodded my head while wiping away the tears. "Thank you for your understanding."

"Hey, don't say it like that. It's as if you're guilty. I don't want you to say that sentence again. You are completely innocent. It's destiny like this. Not our sustenance."

What he said was one hundred percent true. But even so, since I'm a woman, surely the feeling of guilt can't just go from my mind. Exceedingly...

One week later, my cycle is over. My spirit had just improved, but suddenly Mayra called me.

"Hi, Ra. How are you?"

"good. You?"

"I. good. Emm... Ra, by the way.. Can I not go there? I mean, can I stay at your house?"

Something is not right, I thought. But I'll ask you later. "By, dong. With pleasure. When are you planning on coming here?"

"Later afternoon. Thank you in advance, Ra." Mayra hung up without further ado, and it was my turn to be confused.

After receiving the call, I called Reza immediately, however, I had to ask my husband for permission even though I had agreed to Mayra's request, and even though I also knew Reza would allow it. And as expected, Reza said yes.

After a few hours passed, the twilight sky looks beautiful to decorate the sky of Jakarta. But baby, I saw sadness on Mayra's face with a big suitcase in her hand. I told him to come in. Tirta, who did not understand the sadness hidden by her mother, immediately slammed in and asked to open the back door, she wanted to swim in the pool.

"Company, Tirta," I said. "Let me catch up."

Mayra nodded and immediately watched her child swimming, and she sat in the chair available there.

"Everything okay, May?"

"Hmm, never act, yeah. It's so ugly."

This results in a more sincere smile. "sorry. I'm spending too much time on my own mind right now, that's all."

"You talking about it?"

Mayra was surprised, she shuffled to look at me. "You sure? But I don't think it's necessary."

"Come, May. We're friends and we're like sisters."

Again, he forced a smile. "thank you. I can't really explain why, but.." Mayra put her shoulder together, "Dinda gave birth."

My heart jerks. I don't need further elaboration to understand how she feels now.

"I don't know why I always feel this way. Honestly, I never went or saw him when he was born. I was afraid that I would not be able to see the happiness of my husband and his wife. I also did not want to make my husband awkward with my presence. I guess he'd be better off without me there. He can express his happiness in a loose manner, can't he?"

I'm nodding. I assure him that his decision is the best, if he cannot, of course, do not force it. If I were in his position, I would be the same. But to be honest, further than that - I have no answer.

"I'm sorry, huh? I'm not here to share my grief, let alone make my story a burden to your mind. I just need a friend to get through the next few days, until Alfi gets home. If not here, I don't know where to go and see who. I'm...."

I know the follow-up to that choked sentence. "It's okay, May. It's appropriate that I'll be there when you need a friend."

Although the story actually put a burden on my mind, scaring me how if I experienced the same thing. The rest, the presence of Mayra does not interfere and does not make me uncomfortable. There are no thoughts what if he and Reza would experience sparks of love in their hearts if they met every day like in FTV movies or in Korean dramas. For I am fully convinced of their friendship that has been established since childhood, even they are like brothers and sisters. The only thing that made me go a bit wrong was: I had to hide in every single thing about my pregnancy program, including drinking milk. I had to prepare and drink the milk in my room. In addition, the presence of Mayra was enough to help ease my homework. For one week, not once did he let me get busy on my own, except when Tirta was fussy and in need of cuddling.

After a week of staying, Alfie came to pick them up. At that time, I chose to dodge and pretend to be busy some of our former dinners. I only met Alfie when they were about to say goodbye. For some reason, I was afraid that my mind would be disturbed if I met him, I was afraid that after seeing Alfi, I would see the same thing in Reza. Even though it was just my fear.

"Thank you for your understanding to accept my family" Reza said. "I know that your heart holds a burden."

He knows me too well. No matter how much I hide my feelings, he will always know.

I'm nodding. "Not to be discussed" I said.

"alright. Then we'll take a break, yeah."

We went to the room and Reza went straight to the bed, while I went into the dressing room. I took off my shirt and changed lingerie.

Reza was surprised to see me coming out with a flaming red lingerie. "I'm in fertile days. Can we...."

He got out of bed and approached me. "Darling, I don't like to see you burdened like this."

"I beg. For our sake. It'll make me feel better."

Reza nodded despite being a bit heavy, either by force or what. As for me, somehow this time I feel nervous, it feels strange to ask for my right by pleading. Though this is for the sake of getting a child, not solely because of the desire in me.

"Just relax," he rebuked as I trembled unbuttoning his shirt.

And it produces a smile. "You open it yourself, yes" I said.

"Nope. I want to see how you make me excited" Reza whispered as she slid her finger from my cheek to my neck. "I want you to do it for me this time. Please make me happy."

Oh my gosh, my cheeks are blushing. He made me blush.