Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Falling on the Stairs

Have you ever felt a fall and been hit by a ladder?

This is how Mayra feels now, and I hope it never happens in the lives of others, including myself. What experienced by Mayra today is not only falling and being hit by stairs, but also being hit by a bucket full of paint and paintworker at once. Know what it feels like? Must have been unspeakable pain.

It started when he and his parents had an accident. The car they were driving was hit by another car that was not responsible, until they hit the road divider and finally fell from a cliff high enough. Both her parents died on the spot and Mayra had to lose her womb. The driver of the speeding car ran away from nowhere. After that, dark clouds always enveloped his life. Not yet the mourning period is complete, her future father-in-law immediately rejected her outright just because Mayra no longer has a uterus until she can not give them grandchildren, although in the end she and Alfi remain married, even though in the end she and Alfi still married, but still, being forced to share a husband with another woman is a painful thing - a bitter pill that he must swallow. For more than five years she had to sail the household ark bearing the burden of her mother-in-law's hatred and bitter plus bitter sharing of her husband, now she must accept the fact that her husband will live on one foot.

In this case I reflect, that out there, there are many sorrows greater than the suffering that my mother and I experienced, but they can endure. I admit, they-especially Mayra, she's the most powerful and tough girl I've ever known.

How're you? Have you ever experienced bitterness in your life? Have you ever thought about ending your life? I hope not. And, if so, please, from this second on, be a strong person. Even me, I will try to become a stronger and stronger figure, stronger than myself who so far.

Oh, naw. Strong and strong does not mean you should not be sad. Sadness is natural because we are human. But not short-minded and narrow-minded, that's what should be. Yeah, it's impossible for humans not to experience sadness in life. So do I, even though the ugliness that is happening right now is not happening in my core family. Still, I'm sad.

I was full of sadness in a humid and unfamiliar afternoon. There was an intention in my heart to knock on that bathroom door and ask my husband to get out of it. But I didn't do it. All I did was stand stiff against the wall.

Finally, after a few dozen minutes Reza calmed herself down, she came out with her puffy eyes. "I'm going to the hospital" he said.

Oh gosh. It hurts so much, feels something stuck and stuck in the throat.

Reza nodded, opening her mouth without a sound. Then he hugged me, very tightly.

"Take someone with you, yeah. You haven't rested. I'm afraid you're tired or sleepy later. Don't drive yourself."

Once again Reza nodded, as if his voice had run out and he was unable to say a single word.

After hugging one more time, I accompanied him out. But, upon arrival in the living room, we found Tirta and some of the residents of the house were gathered there, in silence and confusion. Apparently, Tirta had heard when Reza spoke on the phone. The little boy innocently asked, "What amputation is it?"

Oh my God, my heart is broken. No one can answer, let alone explain. Not me, not even Reza. Not a single one.