Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Under the Dusk Sky

On each of my trips, I choose to stay at a boarding house that can be rented monthly at a relatively cheap rate, because I have never settled in one place for more than a month. In this adventure I was in the city of Surabaya, East Java. I decided to host in the Kenjeran area, the best boarding place of all my wandering time. In addition to the affordable price, the owner also frees the boarding child in receiving guests, both in terms of gender or visiting hours, as long as it is polite and does not interfere with neighboring rooms. In addition, the facilities are also very adequate, with rooms three times three meters in size, equipped with foam mattresses, cabinets, fans, water, and electricity. The most comfortable is because the environment is beautiful, safe, does not flood, and free hours, you can go home as you like without fear the fence is locked before you go home.

Normally, I wouldn't go anywhere on the first day when I was in a new city. I needed a break, and, starting to wander in the afternoon on the second day. It kind of refreshes my brain after I spend hours writing, resting late at night, then getting up early, doing clean-up activities, and write back until the sun starts to reduce the intensity of the light. That is my daily life cycle.

At dusk that day, I waited for the sunset on the coast. Sitting alone on a wide stretch of sand, just befriended my phone singing the melodious lyrics of Dygta's Lonely song via earphones in the ear - - while uploading a new video that I just recorded. A video with an implied message "I am here" tagged location - for anyone who cares about me. Of course other than my mother, because my mother would be chatty if I did not give her a day.

About half an hour later, there was someone suddenly sitting next to me. I also took off the earphones in my ear.

"Hi" he said with a smile. A smile that was well recorded in my brain.

My forehead winches. "Reza's? How come you're here?"

"Intentionally, to see you. I know from your Instagram that you're here."

When did he follow my Instagram account?

"I have a job here. Incidentally, I saw a post on your instagram that you were here. Lucky you haven't left yet, so we can meet."

Oh, what an intention....

"Can I be here?"

"Can. It's a public place."

"Well, can you listen to the music?"

"Hm, sure."

As a friend, I gave him permission to listen to songs from my earphones. At that time the song with the title Yes Already belongs to Bondan Prakoso feat Fade2Black just played. A few seconds after that, I looked at his face, he seemed to be thinking about something in his silence.

"You think of something again?" my many. But instead, he put his index finger on my lips, hinting me to be still. Again there was a tremor when his hand touched me. I followed him, letting him listen to the song while thinking about something in his mind, until the next song ended, the song with the title God Give Me Love belongs to Ayushita Nugraha.

Reza removed the earphones from her ear after hearing the two songs were finished playing. He looked at me and looked at me for a long time. I raised both of my eyebrows, and he understood what I meant as if asking what or why.

"I'm trying to understand you through song."

"Well, what do you understand?"

I laughed, shook my head and said no. From that question, I was fully convinced that my cousins were only telling me positive things about him.

"Understand it until you fully understand, that's what you want."

I immediately stood up, my intention of wanting to leave from there before he made me nervous again like our previous meeting. But, Reza quickly grabbed my hand, made me turn around, and then she stood up without taking her grip off my hand. I saw her hand holding my hand tightly. My blood started to drizzle again. Bizarrely.

"We take a photo first. Not necessarily, lo, we're gonna be here again, aren't we?" he said while taking his cell phone out of his pants pocket.

Those words made me feel hypnotized, I didn't even say anything. He casually raised the camera to his shoulder. At first I was facing the camera, but he called my name, making me reflexively turn my body and raise my head to look at his face. When I realized, she was so close to me, her face was exactly inches from my face, almost touching, and without excuse she took off my hairpin, leaving my long hair down. I felt like time stopped for a moment.

Oh my god, my heart is beating.

Czechoslovakia!

I regained my senses when the voice from the camera phone was heard -- brushed aside my behavior. I also reflexively stepped back.

"You want to see the results? Nih," he said while thrusting his phone in front of me.

Nose constricted. "Mode!" I said as I continued walking and tried to hold back a smile.

He laughed happily. "What's it like with Reza Rahadian?" Reza Dinata asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's normal" I said. "I'm not a fanatic, Za. I don't need a photo with Reza Rahadian, unless he's my girlfriend, it's gonna be different. I'm also not a fan who knows all about a Reza Rahadian. I'm just amazed at his talent, his acting, and of course because he's handsome."

"That's it?" ask again.

I'm nodding. "I love it every time Reza Rahadian plays a handsome, cool, gentle lead. I love it so much and so often I watch Reza Rahadian's movie, I even dreamed of being his girlfriend. Strange, yes, how to carry a dream? Maybe it's the effect of my imaginary world. Because, Reza Rahadian has always been an inspiration for the main male character in each of my writings," I said long.

"In that case, maybe I can also be an inspiration for the main character of your writing. Hmm?"

I stopped my steps, then I watched the man beside me carefully, from toe to head, along with the slightly shaggy end of his hair. "If from the looks of the mah you can, you are as handsome as Reza Rahadian, twelve-twelve. But.. You must be someone special and awesome in my eyes, then it can be a figure that inspires me."

"Mmm...so?" Reza nodded his head.

I also returned his nod. "But you have, forget it. Why is it the inspiration for my writing? Stay here's. Stay my friend, that's more than enough. I'm happy to know you and I'm happy to be friends with you. Enough Reza Rahadian is in my imaginary world. As for you, your place here, in the real world. Stay my friend, my best friend, okay?"