Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

The aris?

Morning by noon. The sound of the bell forced me to get out of the recliner. From the glass window, I saw a man with a bouquet of red roses in his hand standing in front of the door.

"With Miss Inara?"

"Yes, I'm alone."

"There's a flower delivery for Miss."

"Oh." The courier, I thought. I opened the door, but I left it locked. Because the flower can be tucked between solid iron.

The courier said goodbye after the red roses moved into my hands. Yep, there are fourteen flower stalks from Reza. There was a piece of letter paper tucked in each of those roses. Reza's handwriting. Then he accidentally stopped by the florist, and wrote fourteen letters for me with the number in each sheet. Right, Reza always had a way to blow my heart away and carve a smile on my face.

I was just about to close the door and go back to the backyard to read the letters from Reza when I realized someone was greeting me.

"Hi."

The aris?

Oh my....

Arian. 28-year-old from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Psychologist and hypnotherapist. Mapan, handsome, and handsome. Not only that, he was also a charismatic male figure, which could make almost every girl turn her head when she crossed paths with him. Type of dream men of women.

A few years ago my aunt introduced me to Aris. My aunt knew her father Aris who was both medical personnel. Either because she thought I needed a professional for my psyche or for what reason, I never took a headache about it. I accepted Aris as a friend, though she often tried to dive into my personal life, treating me like a patient - just to make sure I was okay. Therefore he recognized me with everything that was in me, even he recognized me and understood me as Ihsan towards me. But, it is worth noting, I was never registered as a patient of any psychologist, including Aris.

Yeah, I'm fine. I just have a hard time believing in someone, and that's what I think is normal as a result of my trauma. Besides, I only harbored hatred and resentment. I would never hurt anyone unless they harassed me first. Again, I think that's a natural thing, because I'm not the protagonist of a soap opera, which feels really stupid, when you're hurt but you just shut up. Too stupid and too good is different thin, thin. And I do not belong to such a class of people. I am the me.

Like the 4R brothers, I was also close to Aris. But I just thought of him as a friend, the rest like a brother, like an older brother. There was not a single hint of special feeling in my heart towards him. But not with Aris, she harbors more feelings for me. Although never forced, although never reciprocated, but he still repeatedly expressed his feelings for me. Until, yeah, it makes me feel bad. That's why I always avoid it. And that's my choice.

But, at this time, I never thought that he would finally come to see me in Bali, and it was more unexpected that the youngest Raheel gave him the address of this villa. Of course it was because Raheel knew that for this kind of thing I wouldn't be mad at him, I mean - I wouldn't vent my anger at him. For I am bound by the promise of fraternity with all my cousins, especially my mother. The other reason must also be because of Raheel's bad taste towards Aris and definitely because Raheel does not give this address for free. He is the youngest who is very good at taking advantage of opportunities.

But this time Aris came with a different attitude. He said he just wanted to see me, congratulate me on my wedding plans, and be happy for my happiness. His attitude made me feel guilty. But I don't understand why I feel guilty. And I know that it shouldn't be.

While relaxing with my new hammock, I recalled the times when I told my mother about Aris expressing her feelings for me. It was a long time before I knew Reza. But, telling my mother about Aris even makes me more confused, because my mother has her own regrets about the same story.

Back in High School, my mother was close friends with a senior, his name was Deni. They are not only limited to brothers and sisters, but also in one theater experience. Among their friendships, there was a junior, their underclassman who was a new member in the theater's experience. His name is Meta. Meta liked Deni, and asked my mother to bring him closer to Deni. My mother innocently agreed, and she told Deni that Meta liked her. But, it turns out Deni instead told my mother that he liked my mother. My mother was confused and felt wrong. After careful thought, my mother asked Deni and convinced Deni that Deni should try to establish a relationship with Meta. Deni, who was disappointed in my mother, tried to treat her heart by having a relationship with Meta. But it turns out their relationship can not last long because the feeling of love is only on one side. Meta and Deni eventually broke up, so did my mother and Deni's friendship also broke up.

A few months after that, Deni was in a relationship with Novita, who was also my mother's senior, as well as a senior in the theater's excursion. The relationship between them was ordinary, most just studying together and meeting plus chatting before going home from school. But in the end they were fighting. Years of courtship, even had separated cities for work reasons, it makes their love even greater and ultimately up to the guarantee.

And the second story is that my mom went to college. He befriends a young man named Hendra, they get acquainted on the first day of OSEK as a freshman and freshman, until to the next level they remain good friends. They often take the same courses and classes. Even sitting on the same bench. One day, Hendra clasped my mother's hand and expressed his feelings for my mother. At that time, it was not that my mother had no feelings for the young man, but because of their friendship, who was always joking, and the nature of Hendra who was always a comfort figure for my mother, who was always a comfort figure, it made it hard for my mother to tell if Hendra was just joking or serious about expressing her feelings towards my mother. My mother chose not to take it seriously. Also because my mother was afraid that if they were in a relationship, afraid that one day there was a problem - my mother was afraid of losing Hendra as her best friend. Hendra is a good man, humorous, and smart. But my mother was too cowardly to admit her feelings.

That is, two stories of my mother's friendship with a good man, who likes it, but my mother does not respond to it. It is not regret that is how, or that gnaws deep into the soul, but only regret -- why did he neglect good men like Deni and Hendra and instead marry men like my father - the dapper-looking cat in his long suit and tie?

I also asked my mother, if time could repeat itself -- who would she want to be with if she had the chance to choose as she used to?

Bang Hendra - he said. His reason? Because Hendra is a figure who can make him always laugh every young man was with him. A man who can be a good friend for years. Humorous, simple, always there, and calls him Dik warmly.

But the past cannot be repeated, it leaves only memories, and, regret.

Ah, galau!

Scroll the bouquet of roses on the table next to me. Geez, I forgot, I haven't read the letters from Reza. I took one stalk and I kissed the rose, its fragrant aroma permeated the breadfruit, evaporating all the claustrophobic taste that struck. Then I took out all the letters from Reza. I said and sorted it on the table.

For those of you who are stuck in the past.

For those of you who are doubtful.

Here, I will help you move from the past word, to the new word.

Although there is nothing else in the world that you can trust, believe that I love you with all my heart.

If I'm not the best for you, then allow me to try to be the way you want me to be.

Even though you and I haven't been together long, but I'm sure we'll be together forever.

I am here to give you love, to bring happiness, and to give you endless longing.

Maybe I can't cross the ocean, hit a reef or hit a storm. But I can make you happy all my life, as long as I can.

I want to be the one to make you laugh and smile all the time.

You are my heartbeat, my breath, my light, and my soulmate.

My life would be meaningless without you.

Because to me, you are the perfect partner who will always complete me.

Good morning to the owner of the heart, rejoice today.

Only one thing you need to know, I will always be happy with you.

I love you Inara.

I love you today, tomorrow and forever.

Ilove you.

Ilove you.

Ilove you.

With all my love, Reza Dinata.

I'm stunned. I sat there for a long time, rereading the letter and reflecting on what Reza had to say. Although I always doubted him, but he always tried to convince me. Although I used to be hesitant, but now I know, I'm sure: my heart wants Reza. Just Reza.