Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

The Past That Came Back

"Bak," called Aarin while knocking on the room door.

Relaxed. "Come in, Rin," I said, without changing my position of leaning on Reza, as if Aarin was someone I had known for a long time and would be familiar with our affection.

Aarin entered, accompanied by Ihsan behind him. Ihsan also seems ordinary to see me hugged by Reza. He's handing me a plastic with medicine and supplements.

"Thanks, Brother," I said.

Ihsan gave a thumbs up and immediately sat leaning on Aarin's bed.

"I love to see your brotherhood" Reza said. "You love each other."

I smiled a little. "No. She was afraid that Mother was angry that she would let me get sick, "I replied, just after I dented the supplement with the help of mineral water.

The speech, a speech that is not from the heart, is just a slide without the intention of hurting.

Ihsan. "Wait for me when I become the guardian who married you, then you feel the magnitude of my love for you."

I was stunned to hear Ihsan's reply, making me flash back reflexes into the past. How little Inara and little Ihsan grew up together, how she protected me when naughty teenagers tried to approach me, and she also invited me to learn martial arts, she said I should be able to protect myself, because she can't always be with me.

"Hey, Handsome. Thank you, yes. I love you too, "that sentence, my first love speech, at least that's how I realized when we were adults. Ihsan just gave his thumb.

A moment later, there was someone knocking on the door outside the room we occupied. Aarin who had been sitting in front of Ihsan immediately moved to open the door. That's Raline.

"There are people looking for Mas Reza" he said.

"Who?"

"Say her name is Salsya."

Reza's face changed. Expression that I find difficult to explain. "Okay," he said, then he took me out with him.

Practically, I'm wide-eyed. I didn't think he would take me.

"Come," he said. He stood up and extended his hand.

I took her hand, followed her footsteps. Until we actually came face to face with Salsya.

"Hi" said Reza.

The woman smiled. She was still as beautiful as she used to be, like the portrait I saw in the photo album back then.

"Yes, this is Inara, my future wife."

My heart beats, like a drumbeat that wants war. Fear, anxiety, worry, anger, and all bad feelings slowly seeped in.

"Salsya" he said with a handshake. And, I greeted his handshake with a firm grip. "Aw!" She's ill.

Feel it. Fortunately I did not break it. "Oh, sori," I said.

Reza just shook her head at my barbaric behavior. "Oh yeah, what's up?" ask Reza later.

Whats?

Reza turned my head, and I glared at him, code that I wouldn't allow. "In a moment, Honey. You wait here."

Argha! He didn't heed my refusal.

They walked a little bit away from me a few meters. Speak slowly. I can't hear what they're talking about. In fact, I'm like a crooked goat he made. While Salsya grabbed and clasped Reza's hand, appearing to be begging for something. Before long, he hugged her with excitement. The red horn on my head immediately stuck out.

It sucks!

Seconds. Two seconds. Three seconds. No matter how many seconds, he did not release Reza and Reza also did not break away from him. I forgot I was there.

They made my blood boil. My hands are clenching trembling. I want to step foot in and get rid of that woman. I want to throw his tiny body with the remnants of the energy I have. I want to break her brave hands and hug Reza in front of my eyes.

"Don't" said Ihsan who was holding my arm. As if he knew exactly what I wanted to do to that damn woman.

Eh? Since when is Ihsan behind me? I didn't realize it.

"Please, hold on to your emotions, okay?"

I glare. "Deliver!" I said.

I looked back to the front, Salsya had a few steps left Reza who was still standing there, until Salsya moved away and left on her bike. Ihsan also released the grip of his hand. Then Reza came up to me, right in front of me. But silently, not a single word came out of his mouth. Face lowered.

Just after he lifted his face, I slapped a hard slap into his cheek.

Plaque!

I was angry, because in my eyes he was guilty, he let the woman hold his hand, even embrace his body, the body that used to be often stuck together - attached like a postage stamp. And now it's happening again, right in front of my eyes, the woman he just introduced as a future wife in front of his ex-girlfriend.

Feeling the pain, he immediately stroked his cheek with his hand.

I'm upset. It feels wrong. Everything that happened was wrong. Well, wrong. Absolutely wrong. I step back, turn, and run. Arriving at the room, I found Aarin sitting on the bed. He looked confused to see me crying.

"If anyone comes, please don't open it. Anybody. Okay?"

Aarin was silent, not convinced, seemed confused and did not understand. I slipped into the blanket. I'll get a cell phone and earphones. I played music at full volume. I don't mean to listen to music, just to avoid questions and calls from anyone. Because, my heart aches, hurts, I get angry at Reza who seems to pour salt water on my wound that is still gaping. I fear that he will return to his past, leaving behind new wounds deeper than my previous wounds. I'm afraid - afraid of losing.

The black clouds came again. And...

And...

Darkened.

The medicine I was taking began to react, the drowsiness began to creep, creeping, and I fell asleep.

Thank you for closing my story tonight.