Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Romantic Dinners

Free. I couldn't sleep at all, because I wasn't sleepy and my head didn't hurt at all. Being in the same room as Reza but without talking, it feels even more torturing my mind. How can I sleep like this? But unlike Reza, she can fall asleep soundly beside me.

And, moments later, I who had pretended to be asleep had to open my eyes when the bell rang. I opened the door and found Mayra with a pepper bag in her hand.

"While you're not going, I'm still bringing this dress here, because it's already paid for. I'm so sad, it should be a beautiful afternoon for you guys" he said.

I am dumbfounded because I don't understand. "Mas Reza didn't say anything, May. Where's he taking me?"

"Where do I know" he said with his two shoulders lifted. "All I know is he asked me to prepare a dress for this afternoon and he paid for it. Yeah, I know he's not gonna ask for his money back, but it's been paid, not my right anymore. That's why I'm still bringing it here. And please accept, don't waste it. Maybe one day you can wear it. Okay?"

I nodded and thanked Mayra and she left immediately. That time the clock on the wall showed five o'clock past thirty-five minutes. I thought I had time to take a shower and get a little dressed up, or at least let Reza see me as beautiful in that dress - Long dress with no sleeves, no strings, asymmetrical hem ruffle - which I think is too sexy for me, especially with its elegant red color. Basic Mayra. I had to break my hair to cover my shoulders. But it's okay, maybe it can be a little pleasing to Reza if he sees me already beautiful when he wakes up later.

I took my simple equipment and took it to the toilet to dress up there. About six o'clock late, I finished dressing up, then woke Reza who was still asleep in her sleep. He who was still very sleepy tried to get up and sit leaning on the bed. "Beautiful," he praised.

"Where are you taking me?" ask me to get straight to the point.

He grabbed his phone to confirm what time it was. "Jam six," he murmured. "OKAY. I take a shower and get ready. Wait, yeah."

He went to the next room without answering my question. That's when I stood in front of the mirror, trying to make sure I looked okay. I saw my reflection in the mirror, and I realized I wasn't wearing Reza's necklace. I tried to find her, I remember once I threw the necklace on the bed. I flipped through the blankets and sheets, many times, still nil.

"Come," he asked. She had taken a bath and changed into a long-sleeved red cameja, matching the dress I was wearing.

Ouwww. okay, she matches the color of my dress. "Oh, yeah. Wait, Mas. I... I mean, did you see my necklace?"

Reza nodded. "There's me," she replied as she walked up to me and pulled me in front of the mirror. He stood behind me, flicked my hair to the right side, then put the necklace back together. After that she kissed and stuck a long time on my neck. I got chills, and my blood rippled. A red hue instantly adorned my cheeks.

"You took it off on purpose? Hmm?"

My God, Reza looked at me fixedly in the mirror with both of her arms tightly hugging my body, while I did not dare to look at her because I felt guilty.

"Emm. ti-"

"Don't lie."

"Sorry, Mom."

Huh!

Reza took a deep breath. "Forget it" he said. "I will no longer ask you to promise not to let go. I will understand you, you have a reason for everything. I'll always try to understand that."

"I'm sorry Nara, huh, Mas?" I plead with a seductive sweet smile.

Iiii. This is dangerous. Can continuedness. Oh, no....

"We go, yes. Don't make my makeup go to waste."

Huh!

Well, less than twenty minutes later, we arrived at Jimbaran beach. I was just about to open the car door, but Reza immediately blocked my arm. "Let me open the door for you" he said.

"Excess you, my dear."

He ogled. "Let me do it this once, okay?"

I nodded and smiled. There's a proud shiver filling the chest. I realize how lucky I am to have Reza. He always tried to make me happy, to treat me with special, with -- love.

We went straight to the beach, occupying a seat that lined the beach and directly faced the sea, in one of the restaurants he had ordered, and fortunately he had not canceled. Our arrival was greeted by the cheerful roar of the waves and the star-studded night sky. Not long after enjoying the beach atmosphere, the waiter approached and greeted kindly, asking what to order while poking the menu list. Because of its place on the beach, the food menu is certainly dominated by the type of seafood. Restaurant or more familiar with the name of the cafe in Jimbaran offers seafood with a variety of preparations. There are grilled fish, grilled squid, grilled clams, crabs, lobsters, and shrimp. Reza ordered all kinds. Patrick and Squidward Tentacles might be on the order, too. I giggle. Oh yes, he also ordered one young coconut fruit for the both of us.

"You order a lot of food, how come there's only one?"

He smiled, looking crazy. "Let's be unique" he said. "People are usually a plate of both. If we were both." He immediately laughed, as if he was the funniest man in the world.

Well, you can order again if less.

After waiting for some time, our dishes arrived. Some of the servants deftly carried trays filled with food. The smell of marine animals burned with special spices began to spread and arouse taste.

A very effective dinner. Enjoy a bribe by mouth with a touch of the night wind, decorated with small candles, on white sand and directly roofed the sky with a sprinkling of stars, plus the beautiful sheen of yellow lights along the beach. We agreed not to discuss a single thing that would have ruined the atmosphere that night. It is better to be quiet, just looking at each other, smiling, feeding each other, and watching each other's faces. Of course he didn't forget to record our happy moments back then, and that's a mandatory law. That night, he looked at me like before, a gaze that embarrassed me and always misbehaved.

"Belle fille" she said in French as she watched the video she had just recorded. I know what "a pretty girl" means." He intended to praise me but did not mean to convey it directly to me.

I'm staring. "Merci beaucoup," I said. I'm saying thank you very much.

"Hey, you speak French?"

"Oui. Je parle un peu le francais." (Yes. I speak a little French).

"Cette fille with chouette." (This girl is amazing).

Ah, dreadlocks. Any timing?