Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

The Silence of the Night

My phone didn't stop clinking, there was a lot of whatsapp chat in The Fantastic Eleven, a whatsapp group of us - eleven grandkids. Five grandchildren from my grandmother's first child, we all called my mother's first sister umi. Then the two grandchildren of my grandmother's second child, my mother, all my cousins called my mother aunty, and sometimes called her mother. And the four grandchildren of the grandmother's third child, we all call her aunty or auntie, while the children call mama, not mama. Weirdo? Indeed indeed.

The name of the group The Fantastic Eleven we take from a site on the internet. In the group there is also Hengky, Dimas, and Ari, they are counted one package with their respective pairs. After I looked around, it turned out that Reza was already in the whatsapp group, who else if not Zaza, the oldest cousin, also as the group admin, who invited Reza contacts to join in it. Of course, it happened because my mother had already delivered the news about our marriage.

~ Inara

《Kok already joined? He is not yet a part of us.

~ Zaza

》Mild. Staying kicked out in case something unwanted happens.

~ Ari

》He will not be knocked out. Except Inara herself chose to leave Reza.

~ Zizi

》We all hope your relationship lasts.

~ Zaza

》Aamiin....

~ Hengky

》Let's discuss welcoming new members. So, when are you guys gonna be here?

~ Inara

《Sori. I'm not going there. You guys go to Jakarta.

~ Dimas

》 This Weekend? Hows it? Agreed?

~ Hengky

》Agreed

~ Ari

》Agreed

~ Zaza

》5Z okay.

~ Rafasya

》I, Randika, Raline, and Raheel (4R) are ready to depart from Bogor.

~ Ihsan

》Sadly concerned is on holiday in Bali. Ha Ha Ha!

~ Ari

My eyes wide. Following up? Oh my....

But where could I possibly refuse.

That's how some of the chats were in our whatsapp group that night. Reza asked my opinion, should he tell us where we are or ignore my cousins? I told him just tell him. Of course, because I don't want them all to judge my future husband badly. So yeah, that's it.

"Darling? You sure I don't need to move to another room?"

At that time I was casually curled up in the lap of Reza who was watching television on the sofa. "Why?" my many. "You feel awkward because of the message from Mother earlier? Or because of my father's talk the other day?"

"No," he said. "But there is no extra bed. You'll be uncomfortable sleeping."

A sweet alibi....

"I believe you, Mum. I am more comfortable sleeping in your arms. Stay here, will you? Please?"

Reza did not express consent, but neither did he express rejection.

"Thank you, my dear."

"yeah. Anything for you."

"Well where?"

"Yes.anything for you, honey." he said. I'm giggling.

That night Reza was busy watching the show on television. I have no power to disturb him. So I let him with his preoccupation. Several times he chuckled at the jokes of the puppet who played a role in the comedy show he watched. Even so, she did not forget me, her hands still painstakingly stroked my hair until I fell asleep on her lap and only woke up at four in the morning. I saw Reza sleeping soundly on the sofa, while I comfortably occupied her soft bed. At that time, I did not judge his attitude as a rejection, on the contrary, he held my mother's mandate to take care of me, but on the other hand, he still fulfilled my desire to keep her one room with me. He's perfect for me, even though he's not long-spirited and he's not white.

"You want to go to bed?" reza asked a few moments after he woke up and saw me who was looking at him. Then he approached me who was still casually on his soft bed, he also lay beside me.

I'm shaking. "No," I said.

"Emm. when you sleep... Ari called me, said they were leaving later in the afternoon. It's okay, right?"

I didn't answer, I didn't know what to say. On the one hand I don't mind my family taking a vacation with us. But on the other hand, I also want to have Reza's time fully, wanting to keep close to him without being uncomfortable with other people's responses and comments. But I didn't want to tell her that either, I didn't want her to judge me thirsty for her attention and affection.

"Relax, we ignore the judgments and responses of others. It is up to people to comment on what. We are far apart only when we sleep. The rest, me and my time are just yours. You are free to do anything, you can hold me, you can kiss me, anything" he said, complete with a wide grin. He made me shake my head. "So, would you like to come with me for sport? We're running to the beach in the morning, I think an hour's enough."

Well, I think it's a good idea, of course I agreed, and we quickly rushed out of the mes wearing thick sweaters. I'm happy, I've never been to the beach at this hour: it feels magical, uninhabited, quiet, quiet and quiet. The sky was very clear and the moon was like the light of a floodlight specially lit for us, illuminating the sea water and turning it into a layer of omnipotent glass, with a strong wind, blowing, as tight as water currents that bring various kinds of objects to the beach.

I ran to the edge of the water, looked up and looked at the horizon, I closed my eyes for a moment by cupping my palms together, my fingertips just right on my lips. In my heart I prayed to God: please release me from the shackles of the past, give me a miracle, so that I can find true peace. Aamiins.

When I opened my eyes, Reza stood right in front of me, as if God had sent her in response to the prayer I had just said. His eyes sparkled, and his face seemed to glow. He was like an angel from the sea who hugged me tightly for a moment after I opened my eyes, then looked at me fixedly. Her lips were smashed and her smile was expanding. Instantly, that thumping feeling came again overrunning my entire body.

"Don't look at me like that" I said.

Then...

He devoured me with a freedom I never knew could be hidden in a kiss. At that moment, I could feel his passion rising and my own passion burning, I kissed him back, my whole body was shaking violently. It was the first time we enjoyed each other's lips, mutually meng*mat, devouring each other. Reza makes me feel like I'm floating around. And Kuta became a silent witness to those memories, the memories of the first time I enjoyed his kiss, the kiss by the beach, like the wish I had written in my notebook.

"I love you.." he whispered fondly in the ear.

Oh my God, he made me blush, I felt my cheeks meet red.