Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Perplexes

After several hours of surgery, Reza was unconscious and still had to lie in the ICU. A number of breathing apparatus and some hoses are still attached to some parts of his body. While I can only see it from the outside - from behind the glass of the ICU room. Actually at that time Alfi told me to come with Mayra home, but I did not want to. I want to accompany Reza every second, every second she has.

Reza only regained consciousness the next day, by noon. Relief and happiness instantly permeated my tribe. Finally me and Alfi can breathe a sigh of relief because Reza has passed his critical period, although only realized for a while and can not be spoken to, because his throat is sick.

"You're awake, Mom." I said when I saw Reza's eyes were open, a few hours after she was transferred to the treatment room.

He blinked his eyes. "From now on" he said. His voice was hoarse, I could barely hear him.

"Sorry, yeah. I don't know." I, who was still veiled, immediately approached and sat beside him. Kuraih and I kissed his hands with all my soul. "You scared me" I said as I continued to hold her hand and put it on my cheek.

He managed to shake the smile. A tad. "Don't cry. I'm fine" he said, gently rubbing my cheek with his fingers. "But I'm thirsty."

"You want a drink? A moment." I don't know why I'm so soft-spoken, as if I feel everything he feels. I also brought him some water and helped him drink.

A moment later, after I put the glass back on the table, I opened it and put my face on it, which was when Reza smiled - her smile was warm and her eyes were sparkling, as usual. "I'm glad to hear you teach. Calm," he said.

I smiled back, though the red hue I knew shimmered from my cheek. "You compliment me? Thank you." Thank you." I sat down beside him again. "But little Dinata still has to learn to teach from you."

Eyebrows raised. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"For he - I mean them, because they have a father. It'll make them have a great deal of respect for you as a father."

Reza nodded again, then glanced at the hose sticking out of his hand. "How long have I been here?" he asked, he chose not to continue the conversation that led to it -- about the figure of a father.

"A few hours in this room, and almost twenty-four hours in the hospital. So, can you tell me what's going on?"

He reflexively shrugged his shoulders. "I-" His words were cut off, he grimaced the pain radiating from my stab scar that day.

And I feel so guilty. "Don't move much, Mum," I said.

He blinked his eyes slowly instead of nodding his head. "My wound was hit, it really hurt" he said. "I let my guard down, one of them finally had a chance to stab me."

"They're who?"

"Eitherway. I don't know."

"Why did they attack you?"

"I don't know either. But they're definitely not robbers."

Shocked, I opened my mouth to say. "So?"

Reza shook his head and lowered his gaze. "It seems they're going to kill me."

Oh God. I looked at him in confusion, panicking and anxious as well as ambushing at the same time. As horrors flashed through my brain, I didn't even dare to imagine seeing Reza's lifelessly stiffened figure. No matter how many times I thought we broke up, I never really thought I had lost her.

"I think they're just paid people. Who told you, I don't know. All five of them are masked and dressed in black."

It's so bad -- enough I've heard. I threw my head to his chest. "I'm sorry, huh? I shouldn't have left you. This shouldn't have happened."

I felt his hand touch my head, and then he stroked my head gently. "It's not your fault. Besides, I'm fine now. In the future, I will definitely be more careful," he said soothingly.

After that he asked for his phone. He said he wanted to call my mom to apologize for not being able to take me home as promised.

"I called Mommy yesterday" I said. "I told you I can't go home because I have to take care of you in the hospital."

Yep, I didn't tell Reza the truth, let alone about the stabbing incident to my mother, I didn't want her to worry about hearing it, maybe she would worry about me, then followed me to Bogor or even asked me to go home to Jakarta immediately.

Moments later I called Alfi, telling him about Reza's situation. Alfi was immediately grateful and asked me to take good care of Reza. "I've sent some men to stand guard there. You don't have to worry" he said.

I haven't even told you what Reza explained to me. But what Alfi had just said - - - as if he already knew what was really going on.

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Thanks."

"Ep. You're welcome."

Clearly, Alfi was just avoiding me so that I wouldn't wonder to him. What was? What the hell is going on? Why are they after Reza's life? By whose order? What has Reza done until someone comes after her life?

"Darling?" Reza called me and I looked over. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"I called Mas Alfie. He sent people to stand guard outside."

"Oh, Alfi is like that, he is always vigilant, anticipation of aftershocks," he said, accompanied by his distinctive grin.

Huh! what a ridiculous joke. "I haven't even said anything yet. But it seems like Mas Alfi already knew that this..."

"Murder planned?"

I nodded, gulping. I was confused as to how I felt at the time.

"So, what makes your expression so strange? You scared?"

Afraid? That's for sure - obviously I'm afraid, afraid that those people will continue to go after Reza's life. But what I'm thinking about right now isn't about that.

"You.. sori." I confused myself stringing sentences or asking questions that were "right."

Reza. "What's wrong? Something bothering you?"

"I. I want to ask. I mean, emm... Is there anything I don't know? Maybe you have enemies? Or have you ever hurt someone until they take revenge?"

Ah, I've been thinking too far.

Reza looked at me while shaking her head, but her smile continued to expand casually. "I remember never and I had no enemies, except Dan. I've only ever fought with him."

And? No. gabe. It's definitely not him. "And in the holding cell. A few days ago, he was caught in a drug deal. I read the story on fb. It's not him."

"I'm not accusing him either."

Well, I'm growing in wonder. "So, why?" I turned my gaze towards the door, as if my eyes could pierce through those people standing guard out there. "Is there anything else I don't know about you? About your secret profession?"

"Come on... What do you mean?"

My God, he pretended not to understand.

"I'm just looking for a justification, Mom. You may be a detective, a mobster, or you have an illegal business, so you have a lot of enemies. It's possible."

Well, Reza let out a sissy laugh. "Come on, I didn't do anything. I'm just a restaurant owner. No less, no more. That's it."

I mendesa* hard. Although my brain can't digest everything yet, but I think that's enough. I'm a little out of control, already strapping him with my questions that you know I mean.

"You think too much, you watch movies a lot, and you read novels a lot" he said, then he looked at my cheek.

I wanted to smile, but it felt like my lips were stiff just to develop a small smile. "I'm too in love, and afraid of loss," I said shamelessly, with no prestige at all.

"I knew. Don'worry. The day after tomorrow we'll get married. We'll have each other forever." Reza said enthusiastically, his face immediately turned cheerful.

While me?

I shed tears again. I couldn't explain to him about his condition that had just been operated on as a result of a stabbing that also injured his internal organs. It was impossible for him to go home immediately.

Especially to have a wedding.