Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

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Reza decided to take me back to Bogor the next day. We drove from the airport to his mother's house in a housing complex in the city of Bogor. His mother's house was ordinary, painted in green like the color of moss, looked very simple, far from the impression of a magnificent palace. When we entered, her mother hugged Reza long enough, when only two days ago they separated. It was obvious that he loved his son. After hugging her son, she hugged me also with warmth, and gave me a kiss. I who grew up in the Eastern culture still kissed his hands as a form of respect. After that Reza's mother stroked my cheek and said my face was really sweet. "It's definitely because Reza is crazy about you" he said.

He took my hand and took me to the kitchen. Mucus! What if Mas Reza's mother wanted to test my cooking skills? Finish your story, Inara! Too bad.

But it turns out I was wrong. I was just asked to bring a snack and warm tea to the living room. Nastar nut setoples that just came out of the oven. While enjoying the snack, I asked a lot about Reza. I wonder what Reza was like as a child, and what other memories her mother would have told her.

"Since childhood Reza was shy, even to adulthood. Because of her drive, she's very difficult to get close to women" he said.

I laughed hearing that. Remembering Reza's confession at that time, if he had known about me for a long time but he never invited me to meet.

"Reza has been in a relationship with women, only once, his name is Salsya. But even left married. From there, Reza became single again, singles acute, until finally there is you. That's why I was so happy when I heard Reza tell me about you, the girl of his dreams."

I'm happy, my relationship with Reza so far has been fine, going well on the freeway. My mother-in-law's candidate likes me. He was not the type of prospective in-law that was as much introductory as most people. He didn't ask me if I could cook, what my skills were, let alone about my career and position. Of course, all of that has been explained well by his son.

We had dinner with the same menu as our time menu dinner at the restaurant branch in Surabaya, a menu of various seafood cooked with various types of cuisine. It must be a menu from the Bogor restaurant, I thought. It made me remember what Reza said when she said it didn't matter if every day the resto employees delivered food to the house. From there I feel calm, cooking will never be a problem and will never be questioned.

After that dinner, I asked permission to look through the old photo album that was on the closet shelf in the living room.

"That's Reza's father" he said as I looked at the large photograph filling the first sheet. "Dad connect."

In the photo, little Reza is in her father's arms. They look so familiar. If only his mother had said that they were father and biological children, then I would have believed.

"We have no memories of Reza's late biological father" he said.

I just nodded and didn't ask any questions about it. "Who is this?" my question was pointing to a photo of a girl embracing Reza. From the way the girl dressed and looked in the photo, it was like I was seeing myself in a different face. With the same hair and skin color.

"That's her sister, Aruna Dinata. Son husband Mother. She's your age. Reza, what a pity to his late sister."

I was stunned to hear his mother mention the word late home to the girl. It felt like I wanted to ask her because her sister died, but it felt unethical. I had to refrain from speaking carelessly. Reza has never told me that she has a sister, let alone told me about her sister's death. It must be because there's a hurt feeling remembering about her sister.

I flipped the album over to the next sheet, and there was another photo of Reza with another girl, a pretty friendly photo, the girl embracing Reza from behind and leaning on her back. Of course I asked her mother again who the girl was.

"Oh. That's, that's what I told you about."

"Mas Reza's ex-girlfriend?"

"Yes, his name is Salsya."

"He's a chef?" many ensure.

"Yes. You know from Reza, huh? It's good that Reza told you about Salsya. So you don't have to explain any more, do you?"

I'm nodding. Fix, he's Salsya, Reza's ex-girlfriend who used to work at Dinata Resto as a reliable chef. The person is beautiful, fair-skinned, her hair is long, straight, and natural black. Suddenly there was a feeling of inferiority covering me after seeing her portrait, she was beautiful as a Korean girl. A bit of confusion, why is the photo still stored on the album? But I didn't have the courage to ask his mother.

"Son, I know you love your son. Though Reza said you've never said it, I can see that love from your eyes. And even though Reza hasn't heard that from you in person, I'm sure she can definitely feel that love when she's with you."

I fell silent, somehow I couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say.

My tongue felt stiff, I could not answer his question with words. I just nodded. Reza's mother immediately hugged me and thanked me.

"Mother's life won't be long, son. If Mom's gone, I'm leaving Reza to you. Watch Reza. You should always be there for him. He has no one but you. Would you please promise me?"

I stared fixedly at him, why is he talking like that? That said, people who talk like that are usually already near the day of his departure. My nape fur immediately brushed.

"Mom don't talk like that. I have to live a long life, until I have a grandchild, so I can play with my grandchildren later" I said.

He nodded and tried to bring up a smile despite his reddened eyes. "Yes. I just want my heart and mind to be calm in my old age. That's why I asked you to promise."

"Nara understood, and Nara promised to always carry out the mandate of Mother. But you don't talk like this anymore, do you? Nara wants you to live a long life, so we can both always be there for Mas Reza."

Suddenly Reza appeared. "Why are you crying?" tanyakanya. Because of that question my mother and I hurriedly wiped our tears. I don't even know when those tears came out of my eyes. All I remember, I cried after seeing Reza's mother shed her tears.

"When can we go to Jakarta to meet your family? We're directly applying. I can't wait to propose to Reza. How about tomorrow? Agreed?" he said with great enthusiasm. He spoke like a car with no brakes, with an expression that described happiness.

Huh huh? Tomorrow then? I'm slack.

Reza immediately understood from looking at me with such an expression. Then she tried to make her mother understand that I wasn't ready to meet them with my mother that soon. "Mom, it's too soon" he said.

I saw a slightly disappointed expression on the face of my future mother-in-law. That's why I agreed to it. "It's okay, Mom. Tomorrow we can meet Mother. After this I'll call Mommy and tell her that tomorrow we're going there."

"Seriously?" his mother responded quickly.

"Yes, Mom."

"Mom's so happy, son." She hugged me.

"Yes already. Mom rest, gih. Reza wants to talk to Inara for a minute."

His mother went to the room, and we continued chatting about the proposal. Reza apologized for his mother's attitude, and said he would make her understand to delay our departure to Jakarta. He said he wouldn't force me to.

"It's okay, Mom. I wasn't forced. I want to, I'm ready, and I'm sincere."

Hearing my words, Reza immediately pulled me into her arms and also thanked me.

"Ehm... Ramza, Reza. He refused, wear everything. Now that I've just stayed a while, you've been hugging people's girls" she said.

Reza and I suddenly became misbehaved, like a big new kid who was caught red-handed while dating.

Reza. "Khilaf, Mum. A little caliph," he said.

"Eat him quickly memorized so as not to be confused anymore. Directly legitimate. Want to do something good, can hold, can hug, can smell this, can smell it, can continue to be so. Halal. Here, Inara sleeps in Mom's room so Reza doesn't have her khilaf."

Hmm....