Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Happy Time

On Monday, Reza and I took part in cleaning the Alfi family's private villa. A luxury ten-room villa that was barely two months cleaned. Because, they only clean it once every six months, only during the holiday season, when their extended family comes - vacation there. It feels rude if we just come when everything is in order, even though using a cleaning service call. At least we make sure everything is okay.

My cousins decided to leave early that afternoon so they could have a few days of holiday in Bali, he said, and they planned to go home on Sunday morning. Goddess fortuna was completely on their side. How not, they can occupy a luxury villa for free thanks to Ari who is friends with Alfi, as well as breakfast and dinner borne by Reza. How's my? I'm happy, although there's a bit of discomfort, a little bit of unwillingness. For I still expected Reza's time to be for me, after a few days he left me and left alone for Solo. I'm afraid his attention is distracted from me.

Seeing me who couldn't cover my mood since morning, Reza took me out for a walk after lunch. We drove to Sanur Beach, and spent the rest of the afternoon there, before the long-awaited group arrived in Bali.

Before deciding to go there, Reza asked me where I wanted to go, and that was the first time she asked me my opinion about the purpose of our trip, the reason being that we had little time, he said, before picking up my cousins at the airport. The time is not yet right to sit by the beach, the sunrise is long past, while the sunset is still very long. I also do not want to go to the waterbom or waterpark, because we have done that in Surabaya, although the atmosphere is different, but in essence the same, playing water. I did not want to be invited to shop by Reza, at least for that time, except when I was already his wife, I thought. I also admit I don't like historical places, and lastly I said - - other than swimming and diving, I don't master any water sports. But I don't know where to go. Finally he made his own decision, he took me to Sanur Beach.

Lo, he said it's not right to sit by the beach? I scrunched my forehead.

The coast of Sanur Beach is white sandy, stretching from north to south with calm sea water. If we had come in the morning, we could have seen the sunrise. The nuances at Sanur Beach are indeed different from Kuta Beach which presents a sunset because the beach faces West, while Sanur presents a view of the sunrise, which appears from the Eastern horizon line.

Upon arrival at Sanur Beach, my attention was immediately focused on the tourists who were busy driving jetski. I didn't even notice what Reza was doing back then, knowing she was thrusting a life jacket at me. At first I was excited, but then I hesitated. "Can you play jetski?" my many.

He raised an eyebrow with smiling lips. "Calm down, I'm very experienced. Your job is just to sit, and hold on tight."

"Hands or hugs?"

"Yes, hold on tight, honey."

"Okay, Masku...."

Sure enough, he was very good at jet skiing, and it made me wonder who had ever sat in my place, behind Reza, and hugged him tightly while wading through the blue sea, like I was hugging her at that time. Of course I asked him that without mentioning his ex-girlfriend's name.

Reza explained to me that the first time he learned jetski was when he drove away the turmoil. Hearing that sentence I immediately understood it happened three years ago, when she was left married by her ex-boyfriend. And after that, riding jetski became his hobby every time he came to Bali, and those times he was just alone, he said. But, how do you know? How honest is he to me? Only he and God know. For some reason, for this one thing - things related to his past, I can't trust him one hundred percent.

"Don't think strangely. Our romantic impression today will be gone."

I grin. "Yes, okay. You are very romantic. You are the best."

He was, Reza Dinata, a man who could read my heart and mind only through the look in his eyes. How can? Is he a psychic? If you think it's love, what about me? I know I love her, but I can't read her mind. Hm....

After playing jetski, he meant to take me flying with parasailing. But I refused, I did not have the courage to fly without Reza.he changed his idea, he invited me to dive under the sea, but I also refused, I did not bring a swimsuit, I did not bring a swimsuit, not wearing a tank top, nor carrying a change of clothes. Even though my clothes got a little wet playing jetski. And of course, I don't want to just dive in with a bra. Maybe I was seen as tacky. I'm a sinner, but I'm still a girl who was raised in an eastern culture, even though I didn't completely close the aurat. And in moments like that, the thought that how naive I was-is popping up in my brain again.

We decided to go straight to the airport. The Fantastic Eleven group arrived at the airport about an hour later - shortly after the arrival of Alfi and Mayra who also came to pick them up. Like Reza, Alfi, Mayra, and Tirta, there is one more guest who enlivened our holiday, his name is Aarin Ali Khan, a beautiful girl of Indian descent, skinned a little brighter than my skin, he's a close friend of Ihsan's. That was Ihsan's confession, he did not mention the girl as his girlfriend.

After the impromptu meeting was completed, we all agreed to go through that afternoon at Kuta Beach. I want to braid my hair with small braids like a papuan girl, while sitting on the beach waiting for the sunset and passing the twilight with Reza. Very sweet moment.

The atmosphere of Kuta Beach before dusk is very crowded, many domestic tourists and foreign tourists enjoy a friendly afternoon. Sexy foreign tourists in bikinis fluttering in plain sight. Likewise with local tourists who are also no less sexy with bikinis ala tourists from abroad. There are also those who just walk with family or sit together on a mat, accompanying their children who are engrossed in playing sand.

"Mas, look at three o'clock" I said. "Hows it? You like that sexiest one?"

A tourist sitting on the sand. The chest is large and very plump, especially with a patterned makeup and exotic skin color.

Reza. "No. Oversize," he said, raising his hand by practicing gestures such as merema*.

"That's your hand what does that mean?"

"Kan to hold." He's snapping.

"Basic guy!"

"After marriage what's wrong? You don't want to?"

I'm glaring. "Mas..," I said anxiously.

"You yourself are. I answered, dong."

"Yes, yeah. If lips are that sexy, how?"

"Which one?"

"That's, that Indo chick eating ice cream."

"Emm.. sexy. I love my lover's lips, tiny, tiny, but sweet. It tastes sweet too."

Hmm....