Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

TTM'S? Or Friends Taste Girlfriend?

We went to Surabaya Carnival Park again at half-time. That time Reza took me to a teenage ride. Teen rides at Surabaya Carnival Park tend to be nuanced full of challenges, adrenaline testing, and of course stressful. He invited me to test our adrenaline, feel the thrill of the thrill of the rides there.

The first vehicle we visited was Bledek Coaster. The speed of the ride made me scream all the time, and it made Reza laugh until she was blown away. He laughed at me mercilessly. How happy he was that day. So did I, like I was immersed in his world.

Next, we tried Munyer Ser and Blue Shake rides, both of which made me feel deterred. The vow. I gave up and no longer wanted to test my adrenaline. Not only because of fear, but also because the game tormented my physique, my head was wracked with a very dizzy feeling and my stomach felt nauseous. Likewise with Reza, it's just that he had not felt nauseous at that time. Even so, he still looks very happy, I am also happy to see him.

After we both recovered, he invited me to enjoy the Gondal-Gandul rides. But I refused. Even though he insisted, I insisted on refusing him. Finally he tried the vehicle itself. The ride is like a swing chair. You just sit and hold on to the two chains that are on either side. When the craft is turned, you will soar with a circular rotation of three hundred and sixty degrees and at high speed. I remember, Reza vomited so much after he got down from there. Therefore, it took us quite a long time to recover from the drunkenness. His face was deathly pale, it required me to rub eucalyptus oil onto his back.

"Enak? Try it one more time, let out all your stomach contents," I said exasperatedly.

The night atmosphere in Surabaya Carnival Park is so beautiful because it is decorated with lights and lanterns with various characters. Upon entering the area filled with lanterns of various characters, Reza grabbed my hand and clasped my hand along the way. At first I felt clumsy, somewhat dumbfounded, as well as pounding happily.

"You can take my hand off if you mind" he said as he continued to walk and hold my hand.

The hand held me tight, until I couldn't respond with words. But to be sure, I did not take my hand out of his grasp, instead I replied by tightening my hand. At first glance, I noticed a smile on his lips. It was the first time someone held my hand, taking me hand in hand with slow footsteps, he was beside me like a guardian angel. Although I no longer dared to look, I could feel the look in his eyes. Nausea and dizziness are really no longer whack, replaced by an increasingly crazy beat, plus a smile that never endlessly expands perfectly.

"What is our relationship status?" reza asked, looking at me. I raised both my eyebrows. "What is our relationship status?" he repeated his question slowly.

How do I answer if my face feels this red? I'm shy. "Mmm. This way, while we have not received the blessing of our respective parents, our status remains as friends. I am your friend, and you are my friend. Had it not been up to expectations, I would not have had a word broken between us. We're still friends."

"Friends?"

"Yep."

"Friends but friendly or boyfriend-flavored friends?"

"Whatever."

"Then both. Friend but friendly, also friend taste girlfriend."

I shook my head and smiled because of the handsome young man's attitude. We continued chatting as we walked from one lantern to the next.

"Can I ask you about your first love?" tanyaku carefully. He nodded his head in agreement. "You must've loved your girlfriend a lot, didn't you?"

Reza nodded. "Yes, first. But it's not anymore."

"May I know, why didn't you try to fight for your relationship? Is there a reason?"

I'm nodding. But I haven't finished interrogating him. "I agree with your opinion. But... really can't make his parents like you? Agree and approve of you guys to stay together?"

He looked at me for a moment, then scratched his suddenly itchy chin. "Maybe. But I don't want to force things" he said. "Because it's all in the past. Already past. We are on each other's way. She already had a husband, and was already someone's wife. In short, we're not fools."

"Mmm... You never regret after losing him?"

He shrugged his shoulders again. "If you had asked me this a long time ago, I might have replied that I was sorry. Maybe."

"If now, how?"

She shook her head, and somehow I felt happy. "Not at all" he said firmly and confidently. "There's no regret at all. Not a little."

"Okay, last question. If it happens again in our relationship, what?"

Reza stopped his steps. He frowned and asked what I meant, as if he didn't understand. With a slight annoyance, I took my hand out of his grasp. I stepped onto the garden chair whose material was made of sturdy iron and painted in black. I sat there.

Reza put his foot on me. I thought he would sit next to me. Apparently not. He sat on his knees in front of me. He held both of my hands in his hands. His face looked up, looking at me fixedly.

"You understand. Do I need to clarify my question? Okay, let me be clear. Um, had my parents or your parents not approved of our relationship, would you not have fought for our relationship either? Giving up like you gave up on your first love?"

Reza looked deep into my eyes, as if she could tell my heart from that look. As if she could read my mind that I wanted her to fight, I wanted her to fight for me, for me, for her future with me. The desire to be a part of his future began to appear slowly.

"I'll fight for you. I-i promise. I will definitely fight for you" he said convincingly. He lowered his face and gently kissed the back of my hand.

Oh my God, that kiss got me flying. There was a bubble of happiness overflowing in my chest. Ah, want me to hug her body tight. But I have to control myself, and so far, I'm good at doing that.

"By the way, my mother must have approved. If your mother, how?"

My eyes are rounded. "Mother? Mommy will also bless you," I said. "But it is not the blessing of the Mother that is a challenge for you. Except for me, because my past often makes me sensitive to almost everything. And I don't know, how patient are you going to be with me?"

She smiles. "I'll try, honey."

Eh? The darling?