Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Wedding Day

The next eight days passed quickly. Every night Reza called me and we spent hours on the phone, dreaming of our future, and planning a honeymoon that went nowhere. Reza wanted us to stay in the village until the end of the Eid celebration. "You want to, right?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, I want to" I said. "No problem. Wherever it comes from with you - it'll always be fun."

Reza chuckled across the street, making me miss his face and smile even more - the last time I saw him before I went home to Jakarta, because after that day we never saw each other's faces even through video calls. Reza said she wanted to see me again after the contract, after she said the ijab, after I officially became his wife.

On the last night before our wedding, Reza reported that he was already in Palembang - - with Alfi, Mayra, Tirta, Erik, and Mbok Tin. He will also bring a group of employees of Dinata Resto Palembang with him on our wedding day. All to help bring you a gift, he said. And lastly he also said, "Nobody else."

Oh my God, I vehemently forbid him to continue that sentence. By begging, I said don't talk about it anymore. I don't want any sadness before our wedding day. And we finally decided to go to bed.

"Ehm..," she cleared her throat before hanging up. "Do you still love me?" tanyakanya.

Geez... What kind of question is that? But I don't want to argue.

"still. Always will. Continues. And forever. I will love you endlessly. As long as my blood is still flowing, and as long as my heart is still beating. For as long as I will always love you. Forever."

Reza chuckles again. "I'm a lucky guy because I'm about to marry a romance novel writer. May my life be as happy as fiction."

"Aamiin..," I said. I rolled over and lay on my stomach, looking at the clock beside my bed. "Just imagine, in twelve hours and fifteen minutes, I'll be a Mistress of the Dinata."

Again Reza chuckled, but this time he chuckled softly. "I'm counting the hours, too, honey. I'm also impatient," he said with raucous. "Until you meet at the park. I love you so much."

Aaaaah.

The wedding day arrived. The day I've been waiting since I realized that I've fallen in love with Reza Dinata. As soon as I woke up from sleep, my first thought was that today was my wedding day. What a beautiful day. The sky was bright blue and the weather promised warmth.

At first glance I looked towards the clock which showed that I only had less than three hours to bathe, eat, dress and decorate.

I just got out of bed when I heard a knock at the door. "Darling, are you awake?"

That's mommy. "Yes," I exclaimed. "Come in, Bund."

My mother smiled as she walked into the room with a cup of creamy latte in her hand. "Today is the day" he said, holding out the cup to me.

I nodded, I realized I was nervous. But I felt it was appropriate. Shouldn't the brides be nervous?

"Calm yourself. Go take a shower, and you'll make some food for you." He hugged me, with tears glittering in his eyes, then came out of the room.

I know, I know Mommy must feel that life has been slow, but today even feels like walking so fast, because her little Inara will soon be getting married. Her little Inara will marry a foreign man who loves her.

I took a quick shower, and when I went back to the room, my mother was already there. He made me my favorite chicken porridge. "Thank you, Bund. But Nara ate it later, huh?"

"Eat now. Bridal guns take a long time. Your worms will be able to thrash as long as you are self-sufficient."

I chuckle at hearing it. I also decided to eat right away. "Alright, Bund. Nara said, "I said, then I sat down and ate.

Three hours passed.

Crowd voices were already heard out there as I finished with my makeup. Scroll myself for the last time in front of the mirror before coming out of the dressing room. I like Zaza makeup. My eyes glittered, my cheeks reddish. At the same time I was thinking about Reza, and it made me feel beautiful in the white kebaya that Mayra designed especially for me.

"Hi," Ihsan's soft voice greeted me. "You are amazing. Very pretty."

Jiaaah. "Trims. but I don't have a dime." I giggled too. "What's wrong? Is there something you want to say?" my many.

"Just ask, a little."

"Mmm-mm?"

"You are sure, you want me...."

"You want me to be your marriage guardian? What would...?"

Eh? What's with my sister?

"Why do you doubt?"

"not doubted. Just want to make sure. It's her-"

"He has no right. You are entitled. You are always there and you are always protecting me. Not him."

Ihsan will open his mouth again to answer. But I cut it off right away. No one has any right but him.

"Don't talk about this again, please? I want my future husband to accept responsibility -- for me - that's from you, my biological brother, my only brother. Not he who is a father but never responsible, let alone those who are blood but not a thousand with me. Do you understand that? I want only you to be my marriage guardian. No debate." Ihsan clasped his hands and grasped them firmly. "I want him to shake your hand, this hand, the hand that always protects me. Not the hands of strangers. Okay?"

Ihsan nodded without saying anything. He hugged me tightly. "I love you so much" he said. He smiled then wiped the clear fur in the corners of his eyes. "I don't feel it, twenty-three years goes fast."

Ah, my little Ihsan has really transformed into a grown man. Even long ago - he had grown up long ago. My handsome brother. My protector.

Luckily I was standing by holding a tissue. Otherwise, those tears will ruin my face.

Well, it's time.

The wedding procession in my village is not like the wedding contract you often see on television, where the groom and bride sit side by side while the ijab kabul with a piece of white cloth covering the head of both. It's not like that. If you watch Malaysian movies, that's the picture. The bride will enter the boardroom ahead of the time when the groom will say kabul, and the bride will sit some distance behind her future husband.

When I entered the boardroom, I could only see Reza from behind. Seeing him makes me even more nervous. I must exert all my concentration to listen to the words of meaning that will make me the legitimate wife of Reza Dinata. Beautiful words that bind me to the man of my dreams. My eyes were in tears when Reza mentioned my name in kabul, which made the man my husband - my halal partner. Then the legal word from the marriage witnesses melted all my feelings, it was really relieved to realize that Reza and I were already tied to a legitimate marriage. Right now, at this very second, he is already my husband. A halal lover to me.

And, finally, she - my bridegroom, she was allowed to see me - which was lawful to her. He flipped over in slow motion and looked at me fixedly for a few seconds, as if he wanted to remember that moment forever. Yeah, his dark eyes are laden with love and eternal promise. While I blushed in embarrassment, I was lucky to have mastered myself when we pinned rings on each other and when I kissed her hand.

Aaaaah, my eyelids shook and all things were forgotten as soon as Reza kissed me for the first time as a husband.

A simple wedding, right? That's how it is customary in my village, there are no pieces of cake, throw flowers, let alone wedding dance. Unless you are holding a luxury reception party and renting a luxury building outside the village, in the city maybe, or at least in the center of the district. But I had to bury the dream - the dream of holding a dream wedding with a fancy dress, cut a cake, throw flowers, and be equipped with a dance with my groom. Just that, not about the thousands of invitations or the lavish offerings. But yeah, that's it. Most importantly, Reza and I are legal as a married couple. And at least, almost all of my extended family members were present, they gave us both hugs and congratulations. Reza was astonished to see such a long queue. "You have a big family now" I whispered. He was smiling, very happy.

Until finally my father came - in that queue. He congratulated us. Reza kissed her hands and hugged each other. As for me. I was silent for a moment - - for I objected to kiss her hand - - the hand that ignored me - - the hand that should have been...

"Darling," Reza reprimanded.

Before I got my husband's first talk or rant, I quickly grabbed the man's hand and forced me to kiss him - the hand I hated. I let the man hold me - a foreign embrace that I wish I could have let go of quickly. But I didn't do it. For the sake of not leaving a bad impression on my wedding day, I let her hug me how long she wanted. Even during the documentation session, I let him stand next to me, which actually felt ridiculous. Son and father were in one photo shoot after twenty-two years of never loving each other. Yeah, well, what can I do, I let those moments happen. And it was then that I realized, though I hated it so much, yet still - - for some strange reason - I found solace in its existence. I mean, I have a father. Even a useless father. Even if I don't want to talk to him. Even if he left me with a deep disappointment, I was still quite happy with his existence - for I could at least acknowledge myself as a child born of a legitimate marriage, not children whose origins are unclear, not children conceived outside marriage, let alone children born out of wedlock. Because I am quite embarrassed to bear the status of a child of Product Broken Home, especially if I have to bear a more complete status than that.

"I love you so much" Reza said the word silently as her fingers clasped my hand.

I love you too. I don't need to say that, Reza knows. And I admit, I was drowning in the love that emanated from his eyes.

"happy?" tanyakanya. He smiled, a smile that was only directed at me. I felt the heat of Reza's gaze burn and pierce through me.

I'm nodding. "certain. I'm happy that my dream has been achieved, I've been your wife, I've had you, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you."

He looked at me with love. "I love you, Nara."

"How big?" my many.

I felt nervous, first as a husband - Reza stroked my lips gently, then kissed me again, this time longer and deeper. He looked at me: hot and longing, filled with love and passion. "More than anything in the world. I will try to make you happy for the rest of my life" he said earnestly, rubbing his fingertips against my lips. "Thank you for opening your heart to me. Either I've said this or I don't, but let me tell you right now, that I'm not, and I never will be, the son of a bitch who deliberately hurts your heart, like you think of your father. You have to remember that well. I love you, I love you so much."

"Thank you for loving me that much. I love you too, more than anything in the world."

I smiled, and I swear to you, I was so happy.

This is not the end of my love story.