Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Bickering

Friday morning. I opened my eyes. It felt like flying somewhere. My resentment over Salsya's presence last night remains. According to my feelings, his presence was to disrupt the relationship between me and Reza. I'm sure he wants to take Reza away from me.

Do I have to endure -- with possible consequences I will be more heartbroken? Even though Reza has a million wonderful sweet promises for our future? What if one day he breaks his promise? Although to me he was like an angel, he was still a human being, able to be caliph. Let alone him who has no blood ties to me, my father, whose blood is clearly flowing in my body, can heartily leave me. Or should I just back off, take it off sincerely, feel the pain now that the pain is on my heart?

Ah, my heart is really upset.

Dizzied with suppositions, I decided to run off early in the morning around the inn, hoping I could forget while this uneasiness I was feeling. Because I can't decide yet, will I continue or stop?

After the dawn prayer, I picked up my jacket and put on my shoes. But, not yet lost the sense of chaos in my heart and mind, suddenly entered whatsapp message from an unknown number. My eyes are rounded. Arian.

》 Hi, are you, Inara? Its me. Arian.

I'm goosebumps. Maybe she found out my new number from my aunt. Why are there so many annoying things?

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" asked Aarin who had just returned to the room, out of nowhere.

I glanced at a glance. "Jogging" I replied briefly. I didn't want to talk to her about whether she wanted to come, because I didn't want to go with anyone.

"Who with? Mas Reza?"

I didn't say anything, just shook my head weakly.

"alone? But this-"

"It's okay. I can take care of myself. I'm leaving, yeah. Bye, Aarin."

"But it's still quite dark, Ma'am." he said worriedly. "Danger...."

Don't care. I ran around the inn alone. The music that flows from the earphones jerks with a fast rhythm. I move my body while humming. Unknowingly someone followed.

"Who are you? Want what?"

I was bored and aghast when I saw the person who patted me on the shoulder, he was wearing a jacket and a mask. I took off the earphones and attacked him. My kick didn't miss.

"Ow! It hurts!" his yell.

That's Reza's voice.

"Why are you following me?"

"I don't want you to go alone, danger."

"I can take care of myself" I argue, very stubborn.

"OKAY. Please run. But let me follow you. I promise to keep my distance, okay?"

I exhaled with annoyance. "Whatever!" I ran away, left him behind.

Hourly. I got to the beach area and stopped my steps. No. gabe. I don't want to go to the beach because there's Mas Reza in the back.

"Cock stop? Come on, let's go to the beach," he said. But I shook my head. "Please. We need to talk. That silence just makes us hurt each other, honey."

It's bullshit! "I'm already sick. What difference?"

I wanna go.

"Wait...." My hand. I'm shivering. Knee limp. He looked at me without speaking. Then he pulled my hand with his firm grip. I don't want anyone around to be distracted. I don't know, maybe it's because my conscience wants to do that. I said, as Anya followed Ale's steps holding her hand in Critical Eleven. The difference is, our steps end at the beach, not in bed.

Reza took me to sit down. I followed his will. We sat in silence for a while until he opened his voice, "That last night was Salsya. She's...."

"I knew. She's your ex-boyfriend, your mother's lovely chef. I saw a picture of her that you still keep on the family album. Even as it seems, you still keep him in your heart," my tudding without looking at him.

He seemed surprised because I knew all the things I was proposing. "Regarding the album, I'm sorry."

"You've apologized too often in our closeness that hasn't even been a month."

He nodded, then sighed*heavily. "I know," he said.

"Just go. What were you guys talking about last night? What does he want? And why did he meet you? Or, may you guys make a pact to meet here? Huh yeah?" I blamed him again.

He shook his head. "It's not like that at all" he said. "Please, let me explain. You listen, don't interrupt, okay?"

I swallowed bitterly. If only this soap opera drama, of course I have been reviled by the mothers of haters because my mouth continues to slash, answering Reza's words. I had to shake my head. "Please" I said.

"Yesterday Salsya saw me in Sanur. He's been following us all day. He purposely wanted to see me. Feeling no gap because you were always near me, so he sent a message to Raline. Really, we didn't make a deal at all. He settled here a few months ago. Not long ago both of his parents died in an accident. So...."

I raised an eyebrow because Reza did not continue her sentence. "So? Whahuh? Continue on!"

Subjugate head. There was regret and guilt on my lover's handsome face. At least that's what I saw. "She demanded a divorce from her husband. He still can't love that lekaki despite several years together."

"Oh, nice. So dramatic. In other words, he still loves you. He wants to come back with you. Re-establish your love story that had stopped. Then, I will be kicked out of your heart because that's Salsya's place. Waw! Amazing." I bit my lips until they hurt. My esophagus' like it's pinched. My eyes are heating up. With great difficulty I held back the tears that began to well up. But in vain, he still dripped without permission. I gave up, I let the heart-shackling pain go down with tears.

I erased the water melt that slid from the corner of the eye while nodding. "It's okay. I will release you sincerely. Maybe you guys are soulmates, true love. While I was, I was just a newcomer, a supporting cast that meant nothing. Just a temporary stopover. But, thanks. You make me happy for a moment." Although leaving a sting. Even though you're ripping back my true heart that hasn't even fused together in one piece. I'm sick, Mas. Innerku. "You can leave me now. You go back to Salsya. I can take you off sincerely, because, we're not married."

"If we're married? What are you gonna do?"

I shook my shoulders, and shook slowly. "Either. Maybe I'll kill you both. Especially you. I will never accept an affair. I will not be silent like Mother. At a minimum, I'll strip him in public."

Reza laughed - ngakak.

Hmm... Did he ask me to joke? "It's not the right moment to joke" I said.

"You are the one who draws your own conclusions. Salsya just said that if she wanted to go back to Bogor, she wanted to ask for a job at the restaurant, so the chef was like before. Not to bring me back."

I wiped my tears for a moment. "So he clasped your hand like a plea?"

Reza nodded.

"Then? You assented?"

"I told you I'd talk to you first."

"And that's why he feels happy and hugs you? And, you enjoying his embrace?"

Reza. "Don't be jealous" he said. "I'm just. emm.there's some kind of shock, because I haven't seen him since he came home, back then, I know, when she came to say goodbye to Mom and told her she was going to marry another man."

"Then?"

"That was more than three years ago."

"Then?"

"I feel sorry for him."

"Reason!"

"I can't bear to refuse."

"Mas, he left you, remember?"

"I pity. She's...."

"He's widowed. He's an orphan. He has no one. You want to help her, be a hero for her downturn? Like the superhero that always existed? Are you ready to do everything for your ex? Like those? Waw! So sweet. That's great!"

Reza was about to hold my shoulder, but I brushed her off. "Why are you so angry? You haven't heard...."

"Do you want to accept it?"

"Darling...."

"So I can see him again, right?"

"It's not like that."

"Jawab, yes or no."

"You don't understand."

"Make me understand" I said, in a much louder voice than I wanted.

Reza laughed again, giggling.

I'm upset. "What's so funny?"

"You. You are funny. Remember you didn't just say that you were going to let me go sincerely? But now, look, you're getting angry. Anyway, I love seeing you jealous." Reza's smile expands. Then, he leaned me against his chest. One hand grabbed me, another stroked my head. "I just feel sorry to see it. Not because I still have feelings. Not at all. I have no feelings for Salsya anymore. Even though there are a million Salsyas, all I want is one, you. Inara Dinata's. You're the only one I want to make my wife, my queen, my queen, my bidad. In this world or in heaven. Just you."

Ahhh. But he made me melt.

"I love you so much. Very dear to you. Don't be sad anymore, yeah. Forget about Salsya. Okay?"

I looked at him expectantly. "Mas," I said sobbing, "don't accept him working at the restaurant, will you? I didn't mean to be evil. But. Please, don't give a chance to the third person present among us. Maybe at first it could be because you pity me, like my father used to. But what, in the end he was tempted, now his life is surrounded by widows, right left okay. Everything wants to be a couple and willing to be spun. I don't want to, Mas. If you're going to be my husband, I don't want to share my husband with anyone. Like I'm only yours, like that I want you to be mine. Promise?"

"I promise. But you owe me an apology for slapping me last night."

Huh! I held my head tight. "No! I'm not gonna apologize for that. For you are wrong, you let him hold your hand, you also let him hold you. If next time you do it again, it's not just a slap you'll take."

"Hmm. okay." He snorted loudly. "I admit, I love you so much even though you're barbaric. Baikan, huh? Mas Reza loves you."

Uhuh.