Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

New Friends

At dinner, we had dinner with Alfi and his wife, Mayra, as well as their little son Tirta. Alfi was a close friend of Reza during college. She leads a tour and travel company for one of her family-owned subsidiaries, which is why Alfi and Mayra moved to Bali after they got married. But Alfi and Reza kept contact between them, and definitely scheduled a meeting every time Reza came to Bali. While Mayra is a fashion designer, she loves designing kebaya and wedding dresses. That's what Reza told me.

Alfi had the exact posture and stature of Reza. What distinguishes them is only their face and hair. The Reza is quite muddy, inversely proportional to Alfi who is almost pelontos. I'm sure by then her hair had just been cut a few days before meeting us. While Mayra looks very graceful, her hair is long, straight, black, her skin is white, and her face is like an angel. And I felt strange seeing the curly-haired Tirta. If only he wasn't as white as Mayra, I would have immediately thought that Tirta wasn't their flesh and blood.

That night, when we arrived at the restaurant table, the butler picked up a stack of menus and went straight to our table, but Reza didn't see the menu list nor did she allow me to read the menu. He immediately said his order, two servings of mixed rice and a serving of duck betutu, as well as warm jasmine tea for me and ginger wedang for him. Alfi ordered a serving of jumbo-sized lobster, two creamy lattes, and a serving of grilled salad for Mayra.

As usual, I really like to observe around the Dinata Resto branch I went to. In the Balinese restaurant, the walls are painted in pastel red, all the dining chairs are made of rattan, and there are different types of ships hung on the ceiling - cruisers, warships, cruise ships, etc, and fishing boats, as well as sailboats, but in mini-versions - the kind that can be bought at a toy store, then the kaurang and paint themselves. In the dim light of the candle, the effect is very romantic. We sat at a very comfortable table at the back, just across the giant image of an old sailboat cruising the choppy ocean. I secretly took out my notebook and wrote down the word Sailing in the umpteenth order of the many behavioral dreams. Maybe someday it will be achieved. Usually I'll forget if I don't write it right away. Then I closed and put the book back in my bag.

Before our order comes, I'll excuse you to go to the toilet. I drank two bottles of mineral water on my way from Jakarta to Bali. Also a bottle of water because it feels pungent when eating satay lilit with the sauce is very spicy, but actually I am not too resistant to the spicy taste, although I like to eat spicy food. Very spicy in my version is a little spicy for chili lovers. While very spicy version of them is a dose that can make me up diarrhea. In addition, I also spent a serving of watermelon juice. It caused me to go to the toilet, and Mayra suddenly said that she wanted to go to the toilet - she wanted to pee too.

In the toilet, we had a little chat. Mayra said that she was thrilled to hear that Reza was getting married soon, and she promised that she would definitely come with her husband and son.

I estimate that Alfi and Reza are the same age, so I ask how long Alfi and Mayra have been married. Stupidly I could not hide the look of wonder on my face when Mayra said that they had been married for four years, while their son, Tirta was already five years old. Finally, Mayra explained to me that Tirta was their adopted son from the orphanage founded by his mother Reza. At that time I pretended to know about the orphanage. Before, I didn't know at all. I just don't want to be seen that I don't know anything about my future husband's family.

"Why not adopt a baby?" my many.

Washing her hands in the sink, Mayra replied, "We had intended so. But we changed our minds after meeting Tirta. I felt a chemistry between me and Tirta. That's why I chose Tirta."

I smiled thinly even though in my mind I still have a curiosity why they adopted children. But I chose to keep my own curiosity. I don't want to ask wrongly and cause any more awkwardness. I fell silent, not knowing what to say, until Mayra finally grabbed my hand.

"I know you have questions about why we adopted the child" she said. Mayra remained silent for a long time, then she said, "I'm not a perfect woman, I don't have a uterus. I used to have an accident and it required my uterus to be removed. At first I did not want to continue my marriage to Alfie. But Alfie assured me that he could accept me for who I am. We finally got married, and adopted a son."

I smiled again. "You're lucky to find a man as good as him" I said.

"Yeah, he taught me not to waste my life, that I can still be happy even though I have flaws" she said, shedding tears.

I'm sure it's tears of happiness. Mayra wiped her tears with a tissue, and we went straight back to the table.

Reza had already finished half a glass of his ginger wedang when we returned, and all the orders were placed on the table, even Reza had cut up a small duck and put it on my plate. I thanked him for doing that sweet thing for me.

Tirta was not ordered food, she ate salad from her mother's feed. But...

I covered my mouth with my hands when I accidentally saw the mother and son adding extra mayonnaise to his salad. Practically, I glanced at Reza who was holding back a laugh from seeing my expression. I knew he remembered the mayonnaise tragedy that night, and his laugh was to laugh at me.

"Why?" ask Alfi.

I glared at Reza so he wouldn't tell his friends about the embarrassing incident. But he kept telling them the story, and eventually everyone laughed at me. Luckily my mood was very happy, so I wasn't angry.

"Then you don't eat mayonnaise, Za. Otherwise, Inara won't let you kiss her" Mayra said.

Reza and I laughed heartily at Mayra's words.

"OK," said Reza. "I'll remember."

"Hey," said Alfi, "don't tell me that you guys...."

"If you just kiss it already," said Reza.

"If there is more to it than that?" ask Mayra.

"Which one?"

"Yes.nearly," said Reza again.

The husband and wife laughed at us. "Fix, means you're still the same as Reza used to be. No progress has been made in the affairs of romance."

"Lumayanlah" said Mayra on the words of her husband. "At least now Reza is already planning a wedding. About the seasoning kemesraannya can be later after marriage."

"He's never been more than a pecker at me. But unfortunately with emotion," I err.

"Emotions? Why?" alfi and Mayra asked together.

"Because of hearing that I'll be betrothed. He's like a beard fire."

Eh?

Alfi and Mayra were stunned in a compact manner. Hmm. I know, of course they're worried about Reza. "But that didn't happen, did it?" Mayra asked.

"He's my soul mate" Reza said quickly. "I'm not going to let go. Never will."

Because of my words the atmosphere of dinner suddenly felt a bit tense and the chatter felt so serious. I took a drink and downed it until I felt relieved. "So you and your ex never kissed?" I asked to melt the atmosphere.

Reza shrugged her shoulders while shaking her head. While Alfi and Mayra tried to smile, as if trying to relax and relax their nerves tense.

"By the way about the former, long ago, when Reza was left married, he had run away here."

"Don't talk about the past" said Reza because he heard the words of Alfi, even he immediately glared.

"Don't protest, Mom" I said. "I want to hear it, or I won't let you hug me until the wedding day."

Reza relented and allowed Alfie to tell the story. He said Reza lived in Bali for an entire month, he ventured his excitement by learning guitar, and the first song he learned was Dygta's Lonely song.

Waw! This time I gaped, it turned out that it was one of the reasons that made Reza interested in getting to know me further.

In those turbulent times Alfi and Mayra introduced many girls to him, but none of them could drive away his loneliness and none of the girls he responded to. Then I asked Reza why I could and why did she come near me?

"I'll answer you later" he said. "Not in front of them both."

Yep, Reza considers Alfi is the most restless human when it comes to his human life.

"OK," said Mayra. "Then tell me how the beginning of your story is until you're finally in a relationship."

Reza refused it. He glared at me and said, "Don't." But Mayra said she would design a kebaya and wedding dress for me if I wanted to tell her our story.

I grinned with excitement. "Sori, Mommy. Looks like this time you have to give up."

"alright. But not now and not in front of Alfie. Please make an appointment another day, okay?"

That's the story of the night, there was a lot of drama glaring at each other between me and Reza. Since that night, Mayra and I have had a good relationship. He became my new friend, my confiding friend besides my mother.