Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Goddamnit!

Mother just called me.

Mother tells me that you have come and introduced yourself.

And I've told Mother everything.

Mother also approved the origin. (later we obrolkan).

Thank you for paving that path yourself.

Then I pressed the send option.

I didn't get a reply to a message or a call from Reza for a few hours, until the sunlight was replaced with moonlight. She just called me at half-time eight in the evening, and explained to me she just got home after the magrib, Reza told me she was coming home with KRL. I am tired of saying I have to drive myself.

Own wrong. "I didn't ask you to deliver the package straight away. It can be through delivery services," I said.

"Before I thought that Mother was still in Palembang. It turned out to have moved to Jakarta. Yeah what's wrong with me taking it with myself? I feel like there's a chance there, a chance to get to know your family faster. Not wrong, is it? Yes... I know that in fact you are confused to start this relationship, you are confused how to tell Mother, you are confused when you can meet me with Mother. And all the other confusion, right?"

I can only say sorry about all that. Reza said he understood. I suck, I thought. But how to know, maybe there are still a lot of bad people like me, people who have entered the adult category but are all awkward when first falling in love. There's no way that I'm the only strange creature in the world.

Ah, it's not important. Because the important thing: I had to ask Reza what my mother ordered about family genealogy. And. hmm. she asked her mother to explain all that to me. Her mother explained that from her mother's side, they had no one, as Reza explained at the time that her mother was from an orphanage. While from the side of his biological father, his father and both of his father's parents were only children, his great-grandfather was also an only child, while from his great-grandmother had several brothers who were all women. But her mother has not been in contact with them since her divorce from Reza's father twenty-one years ago. And I ask them if they can accept me with all the things that are and all that is going on in my family. Of course his mother said, because she thought it was not my fault as a child, and it had nothing to do with me.

"So, the point is that Mother has approved, Mother has also approved. So, how?" ask Reza. I haven't been able to answer, he's already said, "Not to be answered, ding. Later if we meet. I want to see your expression when you say yes."

Huh! I chuckle. "It's very self-confidence. You sure I'll answer yes?"

"Related. You wouldn't say no" he said confidently. "Although there is something that becomes a barrier, at least you remember that I have fought for you, have tried alone to get the blessing as you want. But like I said, I'll never force."

Hearing that word I was pensive. It was like we were boating on calm water. Will stay in place if Reza doesn't try to paddle it. While I was just sitting quietly, letting him take me to where he was headed. What if he left me alone before we even reached the pier?

No, no, no. I was trying to convince my heart that Reza was going to make that marriage a simple one by the beach, and then we were going to live under the same roof, and I had a wish that I wanted to practice, like the love story in the novel: making love under the stars and enjoying the liquid chocolate on each other's bodies. And there are still many other desires as I always note in my notebook. With Reza Dinata, I found a way to achieve everything.

I'm throats. "Mas," call me on that phone. I feel really bad, I'm still awkward calling him mas.

"Emm?"

"Can you play guitar?"

"Can, little," he said.

"Oh, great."

"Why indeed?"

I told him I wanted to see him sing while playing guitar on the beach.

"That's all? Any other wishes?"

"Nothing," I said.

"What about your writing?" tanyakanya.

"Emm. Just the first few chapters. I haven't had inspiration in a week."

Reza chuckles. "It must be because your time and your mind were seized by me, right? If that's true, stop thinking about me first, you can go back to your imaginary world. Take it easy, I'll always give you space."

After that he asked for the full address of my boarding place, his employees wanted to deliver my clothes that were left there the other day. I told him it wasn't necessary, let me go there tomorrow myself to get it. After Reza's return to Bogor, I haven't gone anywhere, and I don't know where to go. At least I have a reason and a purpose for where I am going, just take a walk or wash my eyes.

That afternoon, after I called my mother and told her about the Reza family tree, I went straight to Dinata Resto. When I got there, the butler picked up the menu and immediately let me sit down. He ordered other employees to get my things and bring them to me. While waiting for my order, I went to the toilet for a while. Actually I was not used to going to the public toilet, but that day I drank too much that caused me to need to go to the toilet.

As I was about to return to the table, I heard a strange voice that I had never known.

"Without?" said the man.

My papa.

She looked older than I had ever imagined, especially since her thick black hair was already a lot of gray hair, but her physique was still quite good. My father was a handsome man, with a height of over one hundred and eighty inches, white and dimpled.

She was with a woman in her forties, and a young man about the same age as me, who I guessed was either her boyfriend or a client asking to be managed by her husband. It wasn't my father's infidelities that ruined my parents' second household, that woman wasn't Yanti, nor was Rhea, because both of them must be as old as my father, she said, for I know their age is not far adrift with my father. But it's up to whoever he is.

"the inscription? Baby, is that you?" tanyakanya.

Please, please tell me he didn't call me darling. Please tell me I made it up.

I thought if I didn't react, if I just kept going, he'd think it was wrong. Maybe I'm just someone who looks like that girl named Inara. Apparently it didn't work.

The man approached as I returned to my desk. She looked at me fixedly - although I didn't actually see her looking at me and I didn't move my head towards her in the slightest, but I felt her presence and felt her gaze.

"Excuse me. It's Mbak's and Mas Reza's stuff left in the room" said the waiter.

Oi! Why do you always come at the wrong time? Again. I want to scream at him like that.

I stood up, took the paper bag that was on the table, and left. I caught a glimpse of the waiter who brought me my order gawking because I was gone even before the food was on the table.

"Dead you! Die!"

I trample on the ants that are biting me. There was a piece of chocolate on the grass that was accidentally stepped on by me.

If my father were as small as an ant that no one would know when I killed him, he might have died long ago. I'd rather call myself an orphan than acknowledge that son of a bitch as my real father.

My phone doesn't stop ringing. Reza keeps trying to reach me, but I don't want to talk to anyone. I left a message that I would call her later, then I turned off the phone. I stayed at the park restaurant for a long time. I don't want to go in a state of anger overpowering my mind.

I was angry with myself because I still recognized the old man's face, which I had not seen in twelve years. I remember the last time I looked at her picture the day before my twelfth birthday. It should have been in those twelve years that I had forgotten. It should, it should be like that. So that when I met him accidentally, I could tell that I didn't know him.

I often feel like I'm crazy. For example, when I read a sentence that one of the shops said in the novel, like when Trixie said: Thomas Doorley should think about the consequences of his actions, he said, and that all the consequences of his actions would hurt his son. Even if Thomas Doorley couldn't be with Joanna Grace, wouldn't he still be with Jacob?

That's also what I wanted to say to my lousy father. My father should have thought about the consequences of his actions, and that all the consequences of his actions would hurt me, his son. Even if she can't be with my mom, can't she still be with me and my sister?

But that sentence was too late to say. Very late.

After an hour, I left there. I don't know where to go. I looked out the window of the taxi, looked along the street, right in front of a mosque, I told the driver to stop, and then gave him some money. I got out of the taxi and went into the mosque. I wish my heart could calm down a little after coming to that place.

When I came out, I saw Jason, Reza's personal assistant for his restaurant branch in Surabaya, a young man who always looked dapper in a suit. He was standing in front of his car.

"You're following me?" my many.

"Sorry, I'm just following orders."

"I want to go home."

"Come, I'll take you." Then he opened the car door for me.

I was quiet for a while, but after a thought, at least I made Reza calm if I was escorted home by her assistant.

Upon my arrival at the boarding house, Jason handed me one plastic containing two servings of Bearded Ducks and one plastic containing milkshakes plus chocholate ice. "I was told by Mr. Reza" he said. I thanked him and went straight in.

Reza purposely told Jason to buy two portions, definitely in his mind so I don't have to go out for dinner tonight. While one portion for lunch, because he must have been informed that I had not even had time to eat lunch when escaping from my father.

The duck reminded me of that night gone wrong, the great mayonnaise tragedy. The thing that made me spit out a duck, but it was also the thing that made me sleep soundly in Reza's arms.

After finishing the duck, I accidentally sent Reza a picture of his bones, I wanted him to know that I was okay, I was home, and I had lunch. I sent the photo saying Thank you, and thank you also for not having mayonnaise.

One of the many things I love about Reza is his understanding. He would never force me to tell a story. He would always give me time to calm down for a moment, and wait until I was ready to tell him what was happening and what I was feeling. And I know, Reza Dinata is one of the few remaining step creatures of the century, among the many dummy men clad in expensive suits and long ties.

Like my lousy father. Fucking dad!