Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Happy Morning's

"Mass?"

"Emm?"

"Can't we go back to the villa? The please? Yea?"

"Okay," said. He didn't ask me why even though I knew he was a bit surprised.

"But you don't tell Mas Alfi that this is what I want, huh? I'm ashamed."

This time he smiled, the way he looked at me as if in his mind I was a shy but willing cat. He nodded then rubbed my head. After that, he got out of the car to meet Alfi.

"Taraa...." Reza used the villa key on her fingertips upon her return to the car. "Then, what else do you want?"

I grin. "Emm... May I spend some of your money?" I asked, a little hesitant and a little embarrassed. A bit....

He's nodding. "Can. What are you buying?"

"Bean bag, hammock, mini led projector, mini portable speaker, plus buoy," I gave him a sweet smile, call it Inara's death persuasion.

Reza nodded his head. "You want us to stay here longer, okay?"

I answered his nod with a nod of my head firmly, the spirit of the four five sticking high above my head. I'm ecstatic.

"OKAY. We're looking for his stuff now."

I swear, I'm glad I'm not a bitch. This is the vacation I was hoping for. Just the two with Reza. "Trims... Masque. Nara dear Mas Reza."

Ah, I'm acting spoiled.

We went straight to the shopping center, and we could find all the items we were looking for, along with snacks and instant food stomach booster if suddenly feel hungry in the middle of the night, do not forget also the various types of bottled drinks for storage in the next few days.

Time to go back to the villa.

"Honey, get up," Reza's voice sounded faintly in my ear. I opened my eyes, I turned my head, and he was there, his figure framed by the silhouette of the window glass. His face was smiling, he had already taken a bath and his hair was already neatly tied.

Damnit damnit! It's morning. I didn't even shower and didn't change all night.

"Yes my. You must have been tired of dying last night?"

He leaped onto the bed full of vitality, and took a position just above me, grinning wide like a madman. While I am, my mind is still stirring. What I remember last night was that we were on our way home, and I don't know what it was like after that.

"I overslept all night, huh?"

"Em."

"You're the one who took me to my room?"

"You think?"

"thank you. Sorry for the trouble."

"No problem, it's my job" he said. Then he tried to kiss my lips, but I avoided it.

I'm shaking. "I haven't had a shower, haven't brushed my teeth" I said.

"OKAY. Now get up, take a shower, brush your teeth, we have breakfast," Reza said as she patted her finger on my lips. Her sharp eyes stared fixedly into my eyes with a small smile forming on her sweet lips.

I rubbed my eyes for a moment, and I gained my full consciousness. "How long have you been staring at me? I won't be able to get up if you don't get out of the way."

He's not flinching. Try kissing me again. Not successfully. I pursed my lips tight. And he gave up.

When I finished taking a shower and came out of the room, Reza was relaxing at the dinner table. He had already changed clothes, in his long shirt and tie suit, plus a black suit draped on the back of the chair beside him. He was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, while his hands were busy with cell phones.

I went back into the room, I wasn't wearing lipstick, but a prank idea suddenly popped up in my brain. I directly painted the lipstick onto my lips, then hurried out before my lipstick dried. On purpose, I put my hands on Reza's shoulders and kissed her cheeks. Sure enough, she didn't realize my lispstick was stuck to her cheek.

"What time do you go to the meeting?"

I deliberately asked so that the atmosphere seemed ordinary and he did not realize my ignorance.

"In a moment," he said.

"Oh, okay."

"Are you not going?"

"I'm here, yeah. I want to rest all day."

"OKAY. Sit down, have breakfast."

I sat down next to him, enjoying the almost cold porridge. While chewing softly on the porridge in my mouth, I could not help but smile, almost laughing.

"Why?"

"It's okay," I said. "The bury is good."

"Thank God you like it."

"Like, dong. It's my future husband's making."

I shook my head. "No. What's the matter, Mom?"

"I'd rather you stay here. Uh, I mean -- I don't want you to go out alone without me."

Oh....

I nodded slowly. "Ready Sir. Servant follow orders."

"This is not an order..," he grumbled. "It's demand. I am not your master, and you are not my servant. You, my ribs. Ribcage. The inside of my soul. Understood?"

I was stunned to hear that. My eyes stared straight at the eyeballs looking at me sharply. "OKAY. I was just kidding," I said. "But roughly... later after we get married, will you stay like this? Or... will you change like most husbands, just sweet at the time of courtship? For example, like last night, when I fell asleep in the car, would you keep holding me and taking me to my room or would you wake me up? When I don't wake up in the morning, are you going to wake me up sweetly like this or are you going to yell at me? And like this, when you want breakfast, are you going to prepare your own breakfast or are you going to grumble and get angry?"

After I took a long sniff, Reza remained relaxed enjoying the porridge with a smile.

Fucking weird. "Hello... Mas... You hear me?"

"Listen. But I love seeing you and hearing you chatter. It's like I saw a new Inara."

The new inara? I shrugged my shoulders. I get the point. What Reza meant was no longer Inara who preferred to be alone, who just sat quietly looking at the vastness of the ocean, sitting pensively on the sand with a sad song that flowed from the earphones in the ears. Well, not that Inara.

"I don't have to promise. Enough you'll judge for yourself after we get married."

I nodded, then took a deep breath. "I don't love you for no reason" I said. "I love you because you love me, because of the way you love me. I hope you will never change like my father. He used to be like you too, he became a man who was always there for Mother. But in the end, who would have thought-"

"Shhh...." He put his finger to my lips, asking me to shut up. "Dear, don't equate me with your father. I am the me. Okay?"

I nodded weakly without a word, continuing to eat me without staring back at him.

"I have to go" he said, after glancing at the clock on his wrist.

I quickly stood up and grabbed his coat. "Let me help, may I, right?"

He smiled and greeted her warmly. "Thank you, yeah, honey" he said, then he landed a sweet kiss on my forehead. My heart feels like a flower that suddenly blooms beautifully. "Recycle your breakfast. Be fine here and don't forget the door lock. Call me if you need anything."

I nodded with a sweet smile. "Yes, Mas. Be careful on the road."

Reza grabbed his laptop, then stepped foot to the door. I know his habit, he'll glance at the rearview mirror first before driving forward. The lipstick will not carry over into the restaurant. Besides, there's a tissue in the car to clean up the trail of my lips on his cheek.

I stood up, carrying the dirty tableware to the sink for washing.

"Dorrr!" reza's voice surprised me. I thought he was gone, uh suddenly he was behind me.

I turned my body to face him and beat his shoulder. "I'm shocked, you know!"

"You were the first fool" he said. He picked me up and sat me down by the sink. "This, you left a trace. You should clean it up too." He put his face closer to mine.

I grin. "All right." I turned the tap and I wet my hand, then I cleaned the lipstick on her cheek with a slight tilt of the head.

"Darling?"

"Emm? What's?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"When did you ask permission to kiss me?"

"Yes because" his phone rang, interrupting his speech. Reza reached into his pocket and looked at the phone screen.

Salsha? Why the hell is he calling? Early this morning he made me pry.

Just a minute or two, Reza hung up. "Salsya, he said he couldn't get to work today because he wasn't feeling well" Reza said before I asked.

"Why call you? Is it an employee if permission has to go directly to the boss?"

Reza. "Not really."

"Wantas? Does he feel special?"

"Where do I know, dear."

"He's just looking for attention." I'm pouting.

"As much as he wants what. All that matters is that I care only for you, my future wife," Reza said as she stroked my hair. "You don't get jealous. Don't let something this small ruin our mood. Hmm?"

Well, I took a deep breath. Then nod your head. "What time is it? You'll have bad luck."

"alright. I'm goin. There was no kiss this morning" he grumbled.

I drove Reza up to the front door, and suddenly he stuck out his hand. I see, he wants me to kiss his hand. All right, I'll follow him. After that he kissed my forehead. Funny, she wants to be sweet like a real husband and wife.

"You're fine here. Don't go anywhere. Lock the door, and don't let strangers in while your husband's not home."

Huh! I chuckle. He was very ready to be my husband.

Well, all right, Husband.