Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Trapped in the Memory of the Past

Hunting beaches. It was our only plan to spend the whole afternoon. Our goal today is to visit Suluban Beach. We walked quite far from the parking area of the vehicle by going down the stairs flanked by white rock cliffs. Once at the end of the lowest stairs, we passed through a coral cave with soft sand floors, then reached the beach. And, waw waw waw, the beach is so beautiful. As usual, we captured this moment with a short video. Videos covering white sand, blue sea water, clear sky, beautiful scenery around the beach, and, our love as the main object. I mean -- hugs and kisses of affection between the two of us.

But because of my sense of parnoku, I don't want to linger there for long. Even though the scenery is equipped with sexy beauty and good looks in hot pants and colorful bikinis, I am still afraid that the tide is suddenly high, tourists can get stuck there. So I immediately invited Reza to leave.

"Lo, we're only here, not twenty minutes yet."

I shudder. "I've been scared for a long time here. If the tide suddenly or suddenly the waves crashing to rise far to the beach, how? Are we going to run upstairs? I don't want to die young" I said.

"If that happens, we'll die together."

"No! I don't want to die young. Especially as a curious spirit."

"There's a curious spirit, dear. There's just you."

"Maybe. But I must be a curious spirit. Curious to go through the first night with you."

Haha! Auto gas tank. I immediately ran before he caught me and tickled me.

From Suluban Beach, we decided to hunt the sunset in the Seminyak area, so that it is also close to return to the villa.

Well, the afternoons relax on the beach, befriend the friendly wind that will defend you, Love. Yep, like that, like the lyrics of the song Before the Light of Letto, the wind really defended me with a friendly. But of course Reza's friendlier. Eh?

Either what is called coincidence or what is called destiny, essentially something unintentional. Near us was a little boy, a boy, I think he was about two years old. He's cute, fat, and includes white. He was kicking a ball with his father. His laughing voice, funny face, and his mannerisms, all of them adorable, made Reza very enthusiastic watching him play.

"Seeing a scene like this it feels like you want to quickly have children. I can go to the beach in the afternoon. Play ball, play sand, or swim. It must be exciting, like them," he chanted.

I just smiled a little. Indeed, it is a warming sight when seeing a child happy with his parents, especially with his father. But, as well as slicing through the recesses of my heart, it ached when the shadows of my childhood and unhappy Ihsan sprung up in my memories. A comparison that I myself do not want to compare with, but it happens beyond my control. Those memories just popped up, tearing apart my heart that had been deformed all this time. Like the memory of Ihsan, little Ihsan also loved to play ball like that, but without a father.

I tried to cover up the bitter pain of my heart by leaning my head against Reza's shoulder. Dipped my fingers into his fingers. But he was sensitive enough to realize my reaction.

"News, how are you feeling right now? You want to, don't you, share a story with me?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "You may have felt happiness like that, Mom. As for me, I don't. Especially Ihsan, not at all. I was envious to see such a scene. Even Tirta is luckier than me. He had a father like Alfie who loved him very much. As for me, I have a real father, but I don't love me at all."

"You know?"

I'm nodding. "Mayra told me herself. About Tirta, about the orphanage, also about himself. Just like Mayra, she was also lucky to have Alfi who loved her regardless of her flaws. Let's say I'm not as lucky as his father's children. But, can I be as lucky as Mayra who is loved by a man like Alfi?"

This time Reza fell silent, he could only nod his head.

"Would you still love me if I had a deficiency like Mayra?" I asked him that by looking deeply into his eyes.

He's nodding. "Surely," he replied slowly. His voice was barely even heard.

"But you wish you had a lot of children."

"Can be adopted."

"You sure?" my many. Again he just nodded. "If I make a fatal mistake, like killing people. Will you continue to love me? Or will you stop loving me when you know that?"

He was surprised to hear my question. "You?" ask her with a thousand question marks.

"Why are you asking like that?"

"Jawab it, Mas."

"Here, yes, dear, yes. There is no point in discussing this kind of thing. Okay?"

"You can't answer me? Or do you really want to answer no? Its alright. Just be honest."

He paused for a moment and looked back at me and asked, "What is the basis for you to ask like that? Is there something you're hiding?"

"Oh.no. There aren't. Really am. I. just a prank. Seriously," I answered nervously. "Emm. by the way, if you want to often go to the beach in the afternoon, it means you have to have a house near the beach."

I was trying to shift the conversation, and I knew Reza realized that, only that she had to balance my attitude.

"We'll build a house near the beach later."

"Emm? Do you want to move?"

"Mother will come wherever I live, I mean later if I'm married. You want to, too, right, live wherever I go?"

I'm nodding. "certain. Never mind later, now I want to go wherever you go. Wherever you're going."

She smiled, so sweet. Like the sweetness of gulali. "Then, after this you come with me to Bandung."

"Hand?" I'm stunned. "Emm. I have been to Bandung. I. I don't want to come."

"Lo's? He said he wanted to go wherever I went." His forehead is pucker up great.

"Well, Bandung is indeed a pleasant place, cool, beautiful, comfortable again. I love Kawah Putih and Mount Tangkuban Perahunya. But I've been there. I don't want to come. It's okay, right?"

Reza looked at me suspiciously which was real implied in her eyes. "You've been to Bali, but-"

Brain twist. "I miss the atmosphere of the house," my gap was quick. "I miss Mommy." Sorry I lied, Mom. "Emm. by the way about the orphanage. You never told me that." I tried to divert the conversation.

"Emmm... Ke-na-pa, because I don't want to sound like I'm proud of what my family did when I suddenly told her. Sounds like a charity? Aye, no?"

I put my shoulders down. "Maybe, but now no, I'm asking."

"Hmm. The orphanage was the mother who founded, behind many reasons, one of the reasons was because it was the way Mom reminisced about her past. He's from an orphanage. He knows what it's like to be a big orphan in a home. That's why I love orphans."

I'm stunned. Again I was caught in a conversation that made me uncomfortable. "yeah. Mom is great because she can remember her past in a positive way. That me? I try to forget what I can never forget."

Ah. cengu. Why does this sesorean have to go on like this?

"Don't push" said Reza, wiping away my tears. "If you can't forget, yes, go for it. The most important thing is to keep happiness. If we are happy, we do not have time to remember the past. Am I right? Hmm?"

Yeah. He's correct. But my happiness will never be perfect as long as my heart holds many burdens.