Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

First Call

Reza called me that night and we talked for a long time. Yep, as I promised at our previous meeting that I would give my mobile number if we met again, so I couldn't renege on that promise when he charged her.

That night, we exchanged stories about each other's lives. I lay on my bed, looking up and listening to him tell me the story from across the street. As he told us at our previous meeting, he was an only child, his mother was Palembang, and he was also born in Palembang, then they moved to Bogor when he was seven years old. Her mother took her away after parting ways with her father, who often committed domestic violence. Since then he uses Indonesian when speaking, and has forgotten much about the language of his native region.

"Trace a little bit" he said. "It just feels cheating."

Haha! It sounded funny in my ears, making me unintentionally laugh at it.

I'm throats. "What about your father?" my many.

"She died a few months after my mother and I left. Overdosage. He's a wearer, a drunk, too."

I felt sadness from his voice, different from before, the first time he told me at the restaurant that day. Since then I have fully believed that the term fruit falls not far from the tree - it cannot be used in every child and parent relationship: because, bad parents, bad parents, not necessarily going to give birth to offspring that are just as bad. I often hear people refer to the term for children who have goddamn parents, not least to me and Ihsan. It is not enough for us to be victims -- children who lack the affection due to our parents' separation, until we also have to bear the mental burden due to the social environment around us? What was our fault as children? There aren't.

For some reason, there is a kind of belief in my heart that Reza Dinata is a good man, who has traits contrary to the nature of his biological father.

"My mother was lucky, her decision to part with my father and take me away, it brought her together with her true love. A good man, who is faithful, also loves him with all his shortcomings. Including accepting me, even he considers me like his own biological child. He made me feel the affection of a father I never got from my real father."

Again, I cleared my throat. "You're still hurting your real father?" ask me as slow as possible.

"Mmm.no. Not after he died. That heartache went with his departure. But, because I used to see my mother physically hurt, until now I strongly condemn the bastard who dared to be rude to women," he said. "The girls should be like you, martial artist, black belt, right?"

I imagined him smiling after saying that sentence. "You know?" my many.

"Yes, your cousin's story. Watch it say that it hurts you, because you're a black belt, so he said." He's laughing a little. "By the way, I'm also a black belt. Maybe we're a balanced opponent."

I clucked, "Wow. We have something in common, yeah! But it is impossible to be balanced even though we are both black belts, in terms of strength I must lose, you are a man. Men are stronger than women."

Reza chuckled at my words. According to my shortsighted mind he was thinking mischievously about a man's "power.

Or is my own mind dirty?

Haha!

"Oh yeah, we still have the same other hobbies."

"What?"

"Game and music. After this, I will also love your adventures, so that we can wander together. Both."

My turn is chuckling. "Why do you want to come with me to travel?"

"Because I want to get into your world, and I want to be a friend who drives away your loneliness."

Uuuh.so sweet. But the answer made me silent. I don't know what to answer. Why is he saying that?

"I'm sorry I misunderstood you this afternoon. Now I know you've never been in a relationship."

I cleared my throat again. "Yes, no problem" I said.

I've never even been in love, that's a fact. My father's bad behavior left a bad impression that always haunted me, made it difficult for me to believe in the figure of a man, and caused me to be afraid to live a commitment. I'm not a lesbian, but I'm not a normal girl either, I've never been in love, not one bit, not one time, even though I'm almost a quarter of a century old.

Girls normally experience the feeling of falling in love in their teens or teens. In general, already know the term dating at the age of those who are still teenagers, at the time of High School or at college, some even began dating at the time of Secondary School, the first, we know the term monkey love. Maybe there are also those who secretly start dating, but still at the Elementary School level. While me? I realized my abnormality. And it's even more abnormal if I'm in a relationship without love.

Dating without love, must be like a vegetable without salt, tasteless. How is it different from staying alone? I think it's better than having to force my heart. But at least I am grateful, my mother educated me and my sister well. I'm not a lesbian and my brother is not gay. But for the hate, I can't deny it. Even I asked, is there out there a broken home victim who grew up without a complete parent figure, but he can love both parents? Maybe there is, maybe not, I don't know.

"If you may know, why haven't you ever dated?"

I'm senewen. "Must, yeah, you ask like that?"

Fortunately, he understood that I didn't like the question. "Sori. Sorry if you don't like my question. No problem, no need to answer if you mind."

I tried to dilute the atmosphere by asking her -- what about herself, has she ever dated? Reza. She had been dating once, a long time ago she said, she and her boyfriend broke up three years ago. And I asked them why they broke up? I said she could answer my question if she didn't mind, and could refuse if she'd mind telling her love story.

"He was betrothed to a rich man."

"The prospective husband is much richer, the son of a respected person, an accomplished businessman. As for me, what am I?"

Poor too. Rejected only for losing rich. Oh. fate.

"Don't minder. Married to a rich man but without love, it is also free. Although the material is also important, without household material is also definitely a lot of problems. But both are necessary, equally important in the household. Only a bucin woman would say that marriage is enough with love. In fact, once they got married, they would definitely sue her husband to give her a living." Ah, I think I'm smart. "As long as you remain a hard-working man, there will be many women who will marry you. After all, you are also rich, have branches of restaurants everywhere. Moreover, you are as handsome as Reza Rahadian."

I closed the sentence with laughter. Likewise with Reza Dinata across there who also laughed.

"You alone, how?"

"meaning? What how is it?"

"You'd say there must be a lot of women who want to marry me. Does that include you?"

Whats?

"Me?"

"Mmm-h."

"Mung.kin." I said. "If...."

"If what?"

"If I could fall in love with you...."

"Mmm-mm?"

"Yes, maybe I want to marry you."

"Then I will make you fall in love with me."

I chuckle. "Reza's... Reza. Don't joke like that...."

Desaha*heavy voice sounded from across there. "At my age of more than twenty-eight, do you think it's possible to joke about marriage? I seriously. Who knows, maybe you're my soul mate."

"Aamiin...."

"Thanks." -."

"For?"

"You've been a good listener."

"Oh.okay, you're welcome. It's like I should be. We're friends."

He's cleared his throat. "Then it's your turn, tell me about you. About anything. No need to think I already know or not. I want to hear your story directly from you. I hope you don't refuse, we're friends...."

Huh! He returned my words, making me unable to resist his wishes.

"I think you already know a lot of positive things about me, my cousins must have told me all. So. I don't need to tell you about it." I paused for a moment and thought about telling Reza what she had told me. "I was also born in Palembang. My parents are Palembang natives. I have a younger brother named Ihsan, who is one and a half years younger than me. I am also a broken home victim. I was left by my father when I was two years old. My father was neither a wearer, nor a drunk, nor a gambler. But.he's a crazy woman. He cannot be loyal to Mother. He never did KDRT, never did violence, never hurt physically. But. he repeatedly hurt Mother's heart. In fact, my heart also hurts because of her behavior."

I kept quiet for quite a while, until Reza asked me to continue my story, she said so she could understand me. He asked me to let him understand me. But I don't feel comfortable telling more.

"The day is getting late. You can ask again sometime. Next time I'll tell you more."

Ah, I'm worried she's disappointed. Apparently not, he's a pretty understanding guy.

"Okay, but can we meet tomorrow? The day after I went back to Bogor. Please... I beg you?"

I shut up for a moment to think. "Emm. okay, tomorrow afternoon, at half-four, at Surabaya Carnival Park. Don't be late."

"Thanks. See you tomorrow. Bye, Inara."