Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Understand

》If you are awake, we have breakfast in the pantry.

That's the only message. A short message Reza wrote via whatsapp that I read when I just woke up from sleep. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and got a little decorated. I wear yellow dress bought by employees resto, dress with a model halter neck, the bottom is widened and the length is below the knee. It was six in ten minutes, I took my phone and called Reza. "Can't you have breakfast in the room?" my many.

"OKAY. I'll have people take you to the room. It was a long time ago, yeah. I have a little business. I'll be there soon" he said, hanging up the phone.

The resto employees deliver the food about fifteen minutes later. A young woman, Mayriska wrote on her name tag. I think he's probably under twenty. She's so sweet, there's dimples on her face. Looking at the girl I saw myself five years ago, when I was secretly trying to make money in my own way, unbeknownst to my mother.

"Please, Ma'am," he said. He invited me to eat the breakfast that had been served. Two servings of warm yellow rice complete with side dishes, as well as a small pot of hot tea with two small-sized glasses - served on the table.

I'm nodding. "Yes, thank you" I said. "Oh yeah, where's Mas Reza?"

"Mas is here." The owner of the name suddenly appeared from the entrance. "Thank you, Ma'am."

Mayriska bowed respectfully. "Yes, Sir. Excuse me." Then he came out of our room.

That morning Reza hadn't had a bath, still with the same shirt she wore sleeping last night. It still remains extraordinarily handsome and charismatic even though he hasn't taken a shower. The more I realized, the more I really saw him as himself, the more I really interested in the figure of Reza Dinata, no longer in the shadow of Reza Rahadian, he said, neither Reza Rahadian nor Reza Rahadian was in my imagination.

"Why are you looking for me?" ask her while approaching me. He was standing right in front of me, making me have to raise my head to see his face. If I don't wear wedges, my height is only on his shoulder.

I tried to hold back the smile. "Ih, you."

"You called me Mas Reza, and I love it."

He put both his hands behind my neck. That sweet treatment made my body instantly tremble. It feels like all the elements of my body are turbulent. I might be asphyxiated as nervous if my phone didn't ring, call from my mom.

"Sori, there's a phone. Can he take his hand down, Mas Reza?"

She shook her head. "Just give it a shot" he said. I answered the phone and hinted that he would be quiet, not making a sound.

"What are you doing, honey?" ask mom.

I turned my head, turning my gaze away from Reza. "New breakfast, Bund. Mommy has breakfast?"

That instant the ignorant Reza started to prank, he grabbed himself to me, as if he understood very well that I would not make a sound, so that my mother would not know that I was with a man when answering his phone. I took a step back until I turned to the wall, but she was getting more and more happy. The look in his eyes seemed to contain a magnet that tightly locked my eyes, then he purposely touched his fingers behind my ears. Again my heart seemed to sag to the stomach, his heartbeat was no longer ordinary. My chest was filled with strange thumps. Oh my God, help me control myself.

"Why you?" ask mom.

I'm flinching, "Oh, ee. that's, anu... Bund. Nara's okay."

I was nervous, while Reza was grinning in front of me. How happy he is for his success in my possession. Fuck up!

"Have you?"

I'm nodding. "Already," I said, then I looked up again to see his face. At that moment Reza looked at me for a long time, making me feel nervous again. "You're really ignorant."

"Why? Nervous's? Hmm?"

I didn't answer. How could I have admitted it, although actually anyone who saw me at that time would have known that I was nervous.

"Beautiful," he praised.

I put my shoulders down. "Like that." I pointed to the yellow rice that was on the table. I was annoyed that Reza was chuckling.

"Come on, breakfast," he turned around. We sat on the couch and had breakfast together. "I'm serious, I like it when you call me mas."

I smile. "Okay, Mas Reza," I said.

"And I'm gonna call you baby, all right?"

Uh, uh, there's a blushing cheek. Haha!

"Mmm. yeah." I sniggered in my heart. Yep, yep, yep, I really like her calling me baby.

We ate breakfast while chatting lightly. Reza asked me how I slept last night. "Sufferful and comfortable," I said. I asked him what time he would be home tomorrow.

He said at nine o'clock in the morning he had to stand by at the airport. "So, when are you going to come home and take me to see your family?"

"Mmm. sorry, yeah. I. I have to tell Mommy first, and ask first when we should go there. I'll tell you later" I said hesitantly, while Reza just said okay.

When my breakfast was running out, he asked why my mother and I use Indonesian when chatting, he said unlike others who mostly use the local language when talking to family.

Baffled. Hearing the question I was stunned, I thought of how the right sentence to explain to her. "Deal," I answered at last. "Anyone in my family if they want to talk to me, they have to speak Indonesian."

"Why should?"

I put my shoulders down. "It's hard to explain. The point is, I want my new life to make my past vague, until I don't remember where I came from and what my past was. And.. yeah, I know I kind of cheated on myself, because in reality my past can never be forgotten."

Reza just nodded his head without commenting in the least. He showed me the attitude that he understood me.