Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Last Night

Raline was back at the dinner table when Reza and I returned to the backyard. I rolled my eyes from the dining table towards the stage. "Oh, dangdutan," I muttered.

Up there, Rafasya whispered to Zaim who was ready to play the trinada (chord), Zaim standing right in front of the electronic organ or familiar with the name of the electron. A type of musical instrument such as a piano or keyboard, which is common at single organ events.

"Hey, what song were you singing?" I asked Raline.

He scowled with his typical spoiled style. "The Dream Grail" he answered. "But upset. Because Mbak Nara left, Mas Reza also went."

"Well? Wh why? What connection?"

"Hiswer was supposed to be, just got to go."

"Oh..," I said with a long intonation.

"Yes, sing again. Later kusawer," said Reza.

Raline suddenly excited. "Seriously, huh?" He immediately took to the stage as soon as Rafasya finished with his song. This time she sang the song Syexsyi, exactly Regina Xenia. I shook my head at the confidence my cousin's sister had.

"I hope you're getting used to being in the midst of failing vocalists" I told Reza.

He looked at me and smiled. "No problem. You have a unique hobby. It's almost never empty."

I gave him a wide grin. "Hope to understand, yes. We are village children, playing single organs. Not to a karaoke place that just sings have to pay. But it may also be Alfi, his villa is equipped with musical instruments like this. Okay band, want to dangdutan also okay."

"You like dangdutan too?"

I'm shaking. "If only singing could. If I have to be completely confused with the clutches, I can't. And there is no source of his descendants. If they were all, it's decreased hobbies of their grandmothers, grandfathers, and fathers."

"You yourself? There might be talent from your father too. Hmm?"

Reza's question stunned me. "Eitherway. Maybe so. Maybe not. Could be. Mother said, the man was indeed a hobby of listening and singing songs dangdut old. The ages of Hamdan Att, Caca Handika, Imam S Arifin, and others who were contemporaries of them," I said flatly, without embers of spirit at all. I don't like talking about my father.

"When you have writing talent? Is it from Mother?"

I was scooping food and was just about to feed it into my mouth - it suddenly stopped. I don't like that question, because no one knows about the art that flows in my mother. My mother was a writer, but she always used a pseudonym. Although my mother could not sing or dance at all, but my mother often played roles in the theater in her teenage years. One thing our family didn't know, not even my grandmother knew. My mother also loved painting even though she couldn't paint. And although not a model and not a photographer, my mother was happy to see the work of a photographer. Therefore, my mother was very supportive of Zizi's skills, and agreed when Zizi asked permission to make me an impromptu model for her shoot.

"Hey, keep daydreaming," Reza reprimanded. He was standing behind me, no longer sitting in front of me. Apparently, he had just gone on stage to give Raline a saweran.

"I want to see you sing dangdut songs up there" he said. It could be a request.

I'm slack. Almost all the cold jasmine tea I drank gushed out of my mouth. I'm shaking. "No way."

"Let's give you a present."

"Switches?"

"No. Something you want."

"Something I want? What's?"

"Sori, I mean, something every woman would want."

I shut up and thought for a moment. "What indeed?"

"Secret dong. A surprise."

"I don't want to be told."

"Yes already. You'll be sorry yourself." He's whining. Pretend sulking.

Hmm, sucks!

"OKAY. But it doesn't have to be that really dangdutan with his incredible clutch, huh? Do not request the title of the song. I just memorized a little dangdut."

He's not sulking. In fact, it was straight away, exactly Raline earlier. Then he hinted at the okay symbol with his thumb and index fingers fused together to form a round circle.

I set my feet up on the stage, and, the song Sweet Dream by Dewi Peaches I chant cheerfully. Reza just looked at me from afar, didn't come close, and didn't let me down. Just the applause and the loudest scream compared to the applause from the rest of the audience after my song ended.

"So, what's my gift? Where's?" I asked as soon as I got off the pangung.

Reza ruffled my hair. "Still a secret, dong. Wait it's time."

Wewww.. my lips are instantly monyong. Basic sucks.