Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Puzzles

Reza is very good at taking advantage of the situation. He used his pain to spit on me. Starting from eating that asked to be fed, asked to be massaged his head, asked to be combed and tied his hair, even he asked me to sit next to him, on the bed - he asked to be accompanied by watching television. Plus other things that I know he did intentionally just to get my attention.

"Manja," I said as I cleaned her body. Reza complained about her body odor because she hasn't had a bath since yesterday. She asked me to clean her body -- should I - she didn't want the hospital nurse to do that.

He also glanced at me. "As far as you want to say what. The important thing is that I know you're sincere, because you love me so much" Reza said confidently, a smile never ceasingly rising from his handsome face.

I smiled back while continuing to do my job. I was wiping his neck and then to the left side of his chest.

"Don't fantasize weird, yeah." He grinned wide.

"Sori, yes. I was fascinated by your athletic body. Not the patient's body like this" I said.

"alright. Wait for me to be healthy. I'll exercise and let you touch me. Freely."

Hmm.

"Wait after we get married" I said.

I was careless, I shouldn't have offended the slightest bit about marriage, a topic I should have avoided for a while. But in the end I think it's completely useless, Reza should know and should be able to accept the reality.

"Lusa, I'll make all your dreams come true." He looked at me, happiness filled his eyes.

That sentence that I just said should be a sweet one when I heard it. But circumstances actually made the sentence like a sharp chunk of ice piercing right in my heart. "Wait for you to be completely healed and get out of the hospital."

Yeah, I finally had to say that. I don't want him to keep putting hope in a marriage plan that is clearly impossible.

Reza looked at me again, this time without the slightest happy twinkle. I could see a thousand question marks on his face, more than both of his eyes.

"We can rearrange our wedding plans. I'll wait," I said.

Confused, he asked, "Why? Is my condition bad? Please tell me."

I'm shaking. "Don't worry, Mum." I tried to calm her down by grabbing and holding her hand, and then I looked into her eyes with love. "You're fine now, it just takes time to recover post-surgery, until your wounds heal."

Reza was trying to see the seam wound on her waist, obviously she wanted a more definitive answer to the question that was churning in her mind.

"People in here are also hurt" I said, touching the plaster covering the wound.

He was stunned, a moment later he immediately lowered his head. I know that sadness is covering his soul. It must be because he realized that he was really close to death. Unlike his guess yesterday who thought it was just injured by being stabbed by a sharp object.

"Yesterday you were critical, you were operated on. But everything has been handled successfully. The important thing is that now you're okay, you're safe, you're in recovery. And I will always be with you, I am willing to take care of you until you are completely healed. Emm?"

His black eyes squinted, he smiled again. "I'm grateful I'm still given a chance to live. Still can see you, with you."

"Certainly," I said. "We should be grateful." Then I hugged him. "Later we can go home, just have to wait a few days."

Just a few days....

"Then, our marriage, how?"

"Don't-"

"I don't want to go through Ramadan alone. But..," Reza interrupted me, and the sentence was immediately interrupted. Confused as well as hopelessly implied clearly on his face.

I'm touched. My heart hears the hope that is planted in its heart, and also about its pain - the pain of a man who lives a day.

I kissed her. "I want to" I said. "We can get married soon. Whenever you want. Besides, if I take care of you as a husband, it's a field of reward for me."

"But my condition-"

"Married it first. Your condition can improve over time."

"You don't understand" he said. "Big operations take a long time to get back to normal."

"You sure?"

Yep, I nodded my head confidently. "I'm sure. The important thing is that we can always be together, especially Ramadan and Eid later. After all, our wait will be there finally, there is a time for. we can...."

"Through the first night," Reza finished my sentence straightforwardly.

Ah, I smile shyly. "First night." I'm nodding. No doubt, a red hue immediately adorned my face.

"Thanks. I love you so much."

"Urwell's. Now what else do you want?"

"Small," he said. "I want to tell everyone."

I let Reza focus on the seven-inch screen in her hand - busy rearranging her plans. While I relax, turn on the television and throw a spoon on the sofa.

"Honey," he called about twenty minutes later, I think more. "I've told Ihsan and everyone that our wedding plans are being pushed back. And Ihsan and Ihsan have negotiated, we will get married on the fourteenth, in Palembang. How's it?"

The broadcast on television was suddenly not interesting at all to watch. I who was focused on staring at the television screen was stunned. "Fourteen? In Palembang?"

"Yes, your family's all gone before the tenth. We went and got married there. Fourteen April, tuesday. It's okay, the date is good. You still want to wear your cousin's WO, right? Saturday and Sunday, they are all full booked. We don't have much choice."

I was still dumbfounded, while Reza continued to chatter about her plans.

Until the next morning, at about ten, a doctor visited Reza with the help of a nurse who recorded all the results of the examination. "About, when can I go home, Doc?"

"Depends on the results of the examination. If all is well, Mr. Reza can go home in two or three days. Then have to go back to check up after one week out of the hospital."

The doctor's explanation made him even more desperate. Exactly as I feared. I clasped and echoed Reza's hand to strengthen her. "It's ok. It's okay," I said.

"May I have four eyes, Doc?" ask Reza. The doctor asked the nurse with him to come out. So did Reza, even though she didn't say anything, but I understood - her eyes were implying that I should also get out of there.

A few minutes later, the Doctor came out of the ward after they chatted, and I went straight in.

My heart ached, I caught Reza wet wiping away tears. I approached and sat down beside him. "I don't know what you were talking about with the doctor. If you want a story, I'm ready to listen" I said.

"I'm afraid I'll just be your burden after this."

"Load? Explain what kind of burden?"

"I have to rest a lot, can not lift heavy loads, everywhere can not drive alone. I have to check up often. Sadly, eating must be controlled."

I stood up, I kissed her cheeks feelingly, then sat by her side, leaning her head on her shoulder while tightly grasping her hands. "Whatever your circumstances may be, you're still the place to lean. The things you mentioned earlier are only temporary. You can find a driver. You have to rest a lot - it doesn't mean you have to always be in the room, be in the park, be on the couch, be in my arms. Then, if the matter of lifting weights, what do you want to lift? A gallon? Rice sack? I can lift it myself. If you check up, you will recover quickly. Let alone gallons, you can even carry me again later, you can also push up with the weight of both of us, like that time. And for food, I'll take care of you, be your personal nurse for life. We can get through everything -- both, together."

"Get me a drink, I'm thirsty" he whispered-destroying the atmosphere.

Dasaaaaar...! I glared at him because of his annoying attitude. But he immediately whined for water. A whine that really whines, like a child. In the end I gave up.

"We're still getting married on the fourteenth. Date thirteen check up, and immediately fly to Palembang," he chanted after downing the mineral water.

I'm nodding. I don't think I have a choice, I don't want that heart I keep broken anymore. I want him to be happy - because he makes me happy.

"I want to call May first, see if she's here. I'm gonna drop some food."

But Reza's got me. "No need. They didn't come here" he said, grinning. "I don't want anyone to bother us today. I just want to be alone with you."

Kuhela took a deep breath. I don't know, whether it's real or just Reza's excuse so I don't meet Alfi and can't ask about the stabbing. It could be, and it's very possible.

But nevermind. I can ask you that next time. I'll know everything. Sure.