Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

The priest?

Reza woke up almost three hours later, about one in the afternoon. He rubbed his face with his palm. Feeling fully conscious, he looked at me who was sitting on my laptop. After that, his eyes turned to the still intact food box on the table.

Before long, Reza stood up, washed his hands and took the food, and sat down next to me. One box is large enough with a full serving, white rice, fried duck, sambal, and lalapannya. I think it's the menu of his restaurant.

At that time, Reza gave her first bribe to me. At first I refused, I could eat by myself I said. But she didn't care and pretended not to hear what I said. She asked me to open my mouth, "aaa..," she said, as if she was feeding a child. Yeah, he managed to get me to comply again.

After bribing me, Reza fed herself, she even ate with the same spoon without the slightest disgust. I was the same, not feeling disgusted while eating at the third feed. She must have treated her boyfriend like this, I thought.

"If I bribe you with my hands, you're disgusted?"

I'm shaking. "No, it's okay to use your hands" I replied.

Reza took off his spoon. He seemed more free to cut the little duck with his fingers than if he had to cut it using a spoon. And finally, he bribed me directly with his hands. Hmm. The food just became more delicious.

Eh? Why did I suddenly become Lebai bin alay? I started to feel like something was wrong with me.

"Go get rid of your laptop first" he said. "You've always been like this, huh? Too focused on your writing to forget the time and not eat on time?"

Ish, this chatty guy too. "Ehm, I'm always on time, Reza. "But the rest of the night is sleeping. I can't eat first." I closed my laptop and put it on the bed.

"Okay, sorry. Then I'm wrong" he admitted.

I'm after Reza. I intentionally linger in the back. After the silence, I did not see him in the room. I also took my prayer mat and my face folded over the cupboard. I always take it wherever I go. The Mukena that my mother gave me when I first asked permission to start my adventure, a beautiful brown mukena with Solo batik motifs. I still remember my mother's message when I gave the face, the message so that I would always pray.

I realized I had not obeyed my mother's message completely. I only pray if I am at home or in a boarding room, and almost never pray if I am outside.

I've worn my face when Reza comes back. I thought he was done praying. Apparently not. He was waiting for me, wanting to invite me to prayer, he said. Just now he came out to borrow the prayer mat next door.

"I want to be your priest. And I hope you're willing to be my makmum."

I was silent for a few seconds, dumbfounded. The priest? He wants to be my priest? Just a prayer priest or? Ah, I'm thinking too far. Only the prayer priest, Inara. Don't geer!

"Ra, why? You don't want to?"

I'm shaking. "Oh. Uh. No. gabe. I mean, yeah, I want. I want you to be my priest. Uh, I mean I want to be your makmum-makmum salat. Well, I mean prayer."

Jeez.. I flirted because of the wrong behavior. I lowered my gaze, hid my red cheeks and tried to dampen the rhythm of my heart that was out of control, plus avoided the eyes of Reza who always made me gerogi, especially when he smiled super wide.

A vow of death, it felt like something wanted to explode from within me. He gave me a happiness I had never felt in my entire life, something I had long missed.

Presence of a priest.