Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Proposal

We arrived at Ihsan's house before lunch. Like her mother Reza, my mother was also very enthusiastic once I informed her that Reza and her mother would be visiting that day. So when Reza and his mother expressed their intention to propose to me, of course my mother immediately accepted the proposal with joy. Like, what is delivered is just a formality, just like the word of greeting delivered someone in an event. Because basically, everyone present already knew the purpose and purpose of the meeting of the two families, and already knew what the host replied.

As planned, we had lunch together. Something extraordinary for me, because the two families that were previously with each other were strangers, but could fuse so quickly at the first meeting. My mother and her mother Reza, whom we now call our two mothers - were already very familiar, like two sisters who had not met for a long time. Maybe because of their similar background of past experiences, that's how I thought.

While eating his favorite cut of squid, my mother asked when our wedding plans were. But the truth is that Reza and I haven't even discussed getting there.

"Next week? Or two more weeks? How's it?" between my future mother-in-law - showed her impatience to marry her son.

Reza. "Speed, Mom. According to Reza in early April. Less than two months. Not too fast, not too long."

I caught his point, he didn't want me to feel confused if the wedding was too fast.

"When did you become so sweet?"

"What is sweet?"

"That's, you want to get married in early April. Wedding as a birthday present for Mom, right?"

Reza responded to her mother with a smile.

"How, Honey? Agreed to marry her in early April?" ask mom.

I'm nodding. "Nara just follow how Mas Reza wants. If Mas Reza wants the wedding in early April, Nara agrees."

"Tuh, Mum. Mas Reza is lucky to have a wife who has not become a wife already according to what the prospective husband said. Especially if you're already a wife, right?"

The athletic body owner who loved to tease his sister, immediately reacted once there was a gap. Everyone laughed at Ihsan's words that teased me.

"Ouch!" he screamed in shock as I stomped his foot under the table.

My mother shook her head. "Hope to understand, Mom. The two of them if they meet like that."

Reza and her mother were not at all bothered. They laughed at my brother's behavior. Instantly I felt my cheeks flushed red, and Ihsan laughed instead.

But. after that...

It was no coincidence when my father came to Ihsan's house during the proposal. He came after we all finished lunch. It was thanks to my mother's thought. He knew very well that I would not enjoy my lunch if the person came early, even Reza would definitely not have time to convey the purpose and purpose of his arrival if that person came along with us. I knew my mother had invited him on purpose or couldn't resist when the man asked permission to attend, so as to introduce Reza and her mother, so that Reza and I don't have to bother going to Palembang to meet him. My mom would also know I would object so much to even reject that idea that I thought was ridiculous. Even so -- I understand, want to be looked at from any angle, because of him I was born in this world, that was the only reason for his existence on my application.

"So attitude" my mother whispered. "Don't embarrass yourself in front of Reza and her mom, okay?" my mother said as she echoed gently on my shoulder and then kissed my head.

My father came with a dapper appearance like a famous lawyer in his proud suit. I was always sick of seeing her in a suit, it reminded me of my mother's wounds, because Yanti used to give my father a wedding suit, but in the end, it was, instead Yanti became the cause of the first rift in the household of my parents. That's how my father, like a cat given a salted fish, abstained from any woman who approached, he was so easily tempted. Unfortunately, this trait was only seen after they got married.

My father also wore a long tie, it felt like I wanted to pull that tie tight until he was in pain from suffocating, until his eyes bulged and his tongue stuck out. I wanted to see her feel pain, even though the pain would never be comparable to the heartache I had endured for so many years. Unfortunately I have to be clever to maintain the attitude in front of my future mother-in-law. Not to mention the way Reza held me. Since he was sitting next to me, he could hold my hand under the table. Sometimes he re-rema* gently my finger to make sure I stay calm. Also with his eyes that convey the message, "Take care of your attitude, dear. Resist emotions, and don't get angry. You should be able to control yourself, because I can't temper your emotions by hugging and kissing you in front of a crowd." That sentence he wrote on whatsapp when we first saw that my lousy father coming with a young man I saw with him the other day in Surabaya.

The man named Rizki was quite handsome, especially with his neat haircut. He was clearly an educated man, he was also friendly, only I didn't like him because he was my father's relative.

"That's the man you were about to be betrothed to," Ihsan whispered to me.

I'm the one who froze not because the cold couldn't respond. I felt like I was sitting on a stove. The heat! The seconds also seemed to slow down. I know, I'm most likely going to explode.

"I, as Inara's father, accepted the goodwill of Mother and Nak Reza. It was an honor for me as her guardian to marry my daughter to someone who loved her. I hope, Nak Reza and family, also Inara can take the time to go to Palembang, get acquainted with our big family," he said.

Hearing his words mentioning himself as a marriage guardian for me, made me unable to bear it, let alone him asking me to meet his extended family. I am not going to. I didn't care what Reza told me, and didn't care how my future mother-in-law looked at me. I ignored my mother's feelings. I let go of Reza's hand, and I loudly expressed my rejection.

"Excuse me. I want to talk, please everybody be quiet, nobody talk, let alone cut my words. Okay?"

Silent. Anxious manner immediately shaded everyone's face. Rada was horrified, but I remained reckless.

I'm throats. "I'm sorry, but I don't want you to be my guardian. You have no right to that. I have a brother who is old enough. She could and qualified to be a marriage guardian for me. I don't want Ihsan's obligations to be replaced by foreigners. Understandable?"

"I'm sorry Dad, son," he said softly.

I glared as I pointed my index finger at his face. "Don't call yourself my father!"

"Son...."

"I don't like it!"

"Dad apologize. What can Dad -- what can I do to make up for all my past mistakes? I'll do whatever it takes so you can forgive all my mistakes."

I didn't answer. Just looked at the man with an angry and hateful look.

The response I didn't expect, he was even clear. "Say, Son. What do I have to do to get your forgiveness? What do you want from me?"

"Shut up!" I snapped while standing.

It was just my mom and Reza trying to hurt me. As for his mother, Ihsan, and Rizki, they just froze silently watching the excitement of the day. Watching me with overflowing emotions. I completely lost control. But I don't admit that I'm in a state of caliphate. Being rude and hostile to my father is not an error. My mother was crying, I don't know how she felt. Maybe he felt like he failed to teach me to be a good boy. "Already, Honey. Don't be like this" he pleaded.

The man stood up. "Leave it," he said. "Let him vent his anger. Say, what do you want?"

"What do I want? You wanna know? Hm? I want my childhood to be happy with you. I'd like to grow up in your arms and arms. I'd like little Inara-Little Inara, to play and joke with you. I want you to teach me cycling, teach me PR, accompany me to bed, and many other things that kids used to do with their dad. I'd like to grow up with your sweat money, I'd like you to support me when I'm a kid. Can it? No, right? Don't ask me what I want from you right now. The present me does not need anything from you. Not at all. Nor do I need to get acquainted with those whom you refer to as the extended family. Wh who? Grandpa? Grandma? Your sisters? Also those you refer to as my brothers and cousins? I don't need to know them. I hate them all so much. I'm envious, I envy they can grow up with the money you make, I hate it because they all take away my rights. Especially for your child with Yanti. Child of infidelity, son of a whore. I don't want to be brothers with him. And, yes, humans like you and your pride bird, your bird is indeed more suitable to enter the crotch* prostitute women like Yanti, also sangkanga* Rhea. Ex-nest of no man who is free to enter male birds just to satisfy nafs* birah*. You are Animals! The beast! I'm so ashamed your blood is flowing in my body. I'm ashamed.have a striped nose father. How humiliating! Disgusts! You little bastard!"

Then I turned around, I was about to walk away, but there was still something I wanted to say.

"Oh yes, I don't mind you being present on my wedding day. However, that dirty blood of yours is also flowing inside my body, right? And I want -- a little - to appreciate that. But only you alone, not to Yanti, Rhea, or any woman who is now with you. Nor is it for your children born of those prostitutes. Excuse me."