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My Best Reza's

Either Reza's hiding where, I can't find him. I called her name, she didn't say. I gave up and went to the backyard.

I paced by the pool. I'm restless, I'm restless. Like the song Love Story at School. And, I'm sweating. In fact, the night wind was blowing fiercely.

Is that how long it took him to read my letter, think, and make up his mind? Really, he made me restless, agitated and almost miserable.

One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes. Even more than twenty minutes. Reza didn't show up. While pacing back and forth I bit my nails, fluttered my wind-blown hair, and stroked my cold hands. Well, I ended up sitting down, bending my legs and holding them with both hands. I put my face between my knees.

God, I'm resigned, my inner. Sure oes. Maybe she'll assume I'm a crazy woman. Who wants to marry a crazy, wild, self-controlled woman?

Eh? Whatisthis?

Reza grabbed me with a blanket that then enveloped our bodies. I'll take a look at his face. She smiles. "I. Love's. You," he said.

I'm speechless. I waited for him to say other words as a sign that our relationship continued, we were fine, still sadinah, mawaddah, warahmah. Eh?

"I love you no matter what and how you are. Thank you for being honest with me. We're gonna stay married. Me, you, us. We are the best couple forever and ever."

That's-that's what I want to hear. Soon I thrust my head into his chest. I happy. I happy. I happy. So happy my tears even dripped hard with great.

"Wanna dance with me?"

"Now? With this look?"

"Who would want to see?"

"yeah. Come," I said.

Under the stars in the sky, in blankets, warmed up by Reza's embrace, and befriended the melodious voice of Once in Dealova's song, how happy I am tonight. His feelings - all the burdens in my heart - were broken, so that the next morning, we could leave Bali feeling happy.

The plane we were on landed perfectly at Soekarno–Hatta International Airport eight hours past ten minutes. The morning flight did not keep my eyes closed for a minute, when obviously last night I was sleep deprived. While Reza, he fell on my shoulder with his eyes closed and was so peaceful.

There was one incident I hated on the way today. When we stopped by the minimarket to buy a drink, whether by chance or fate, from the many minimarkets in Jakarta, why I could meet my father and Yanti and her children, he said, and a little boy in the arms of my father, the grandson of his stepson-in the same minimarket?

Reza and I were not aware of their existence if only the stranger did not greet us when we were just about to enter the minimarket. As I turned and realized their presence there, instantly hatred and anger reigned in my heart. But for the sake of my promise to Reza, for the sake of our relationship, also for the sake of not publicly humiliating my future husband, I chose to avoid.

"I'll excuse you to go to the toilet, Mom," I said as my father was about to walk up to us. Soon I darted into the minimarket and went straight to the toilet. I intentionally linger in there, hoping when I get out later - those people I hate have gone far away.

Fortunately, the minimarket toilet is generally always clean. So, I didn't feel bothered when I set my breath to dampen my emotions, even though I couldn't suppress it completely.

By the time I got out of the toilet, Reza was already standing in front of the cashier's desk. Unfortunately, the group of people who ruin my mood is still in front of the minimarket, making my efforts to reduce emotions in the toilet to be futile. My father's smile in the midst of his family is one of the things I hate in this world. Not because my mother's comparison wasn't that happy or how. But because of their happiness they felt above my suffering, above the pain of my wounds.

Reza came to me as soon as she saw me and left her groceries still counted by the cashier. He took my hand and asked me to relax my fingers that I was clenching. Instead -- he slipped his fingers into my finger. I had no choice, I didn't want to insist in front of Reza. I regret to have made my ridiculous promise in that letter.

"I won't let go of your hand and won't let you do stupid things" he said. Fortunately, he immediately realized my reaction to his words. "Sori, I mean pointless things. I'm not-"

I'm nodding. "It's okay, Mom. Forget it."

"We'll see your father first, okay?"

"No way," I refused.

"I'm not feeling well"

"I. No. gabe. I want to," I refused it once more firmly. "I want to get out of here."

Reza. "Darling..."

"Don't force me."

"Please...."

"We go well or I go alone?"

"Listen to me."

"Mas!" I screamed with a little loud. "It's up to you to go there. Release my hand. Let me go alone."

After that, Reza took me to the cashier, she wouldn't let go of my hand for a second, maybe she was afraid that I would do something stupid like what she said or that I would run away from there. We headed straight for the car after Reza paid and took a large bag of his groceries. Then, he opened the door, made sure I sat in the car and told me not to go anywhere. Then, he approached the people by saving his groceries first to the back seat.

After a few minutes, Reza reopened the car door next to me and leaned straight into me.

"What do you want?" my sergeant.

He did not answer instead directly spread the back of my chair slowly to the maximum position. "Just want to lay down the back of your chair so you can relax." He smiled, then whispered, "You wish I did that, huh? Hmm?"

"Damn it!" But I smiled back. "Of course not."

Naively....

"Times?"

"Yes..," I squealed.

"That's it." He whines.

"No!" I pinched both cheeks. "You intentionally, yes, linger over me like this? Get up, close the door, and get in the car. Take me home," I said.

Without saying anything, he interrupted according to instructions. A few seconds later, he got in and sat in the steering chair, started the engine and turned on the radio. Directly heard the babble of the radio announcer once the radio was turned on. Not long after that, the sweet voice of Nikka Costa was heard in the song First Love. I happen to love the song and memorize the lyrics - just memorize the lyrics a little bit and be able to sing it when the song is played. I also hummed, as a way to get rid of other thoughts about what had just happened.

Reza left me like that until the song was over, until the radio announcer chatted again. Reza applauded and commented, "She just likes Indonesian pop songs."

I smile. "There are some English songs I like, but I can't sing them myself. It's only possible that the song is playing."

Reza. "But you seemed to really live."

"Well," I said. "And the song is about first love, it's about here." I pointed at my chest.

Practically, he smiled mischievously. "On the chest? Let's see."

"In the heart, Mom...! You pervert!"

Eh? I sat up straight as soon as I realized Reza was driving the car instead of towards Ihsan's house. "Where are we going?"

"To Bandung." He answered me casually, not feeling the slightest guilt for taking me away without asking and without my permission.

I shook my head a few times. "Well, well, this is the abduction of his name, Mas."

"You like to kidnap me."

Again, I pinched him until he was in pain, but this time it was exactly on his waist - up to his keenness. "Take confidence in yourself."

"Deliver, Honey. Danger, I'm driving."

"Say me for mercy."

"Yes.geez, honey.geez."

Well, I took off my pinch and I gave him away to take me wherever he wanted.

"If it is your destiny to meet them, you will meet them. Like earlier, right, even met in Jakarta, when you were afraid to meet them in Bandung, right?"

I just gave a small nod, then turned back. Reza grabbed my hand, slipped her finger into my finger and kissed her deeply. "Sleep, gih. Our journey is quite far," he said.

I smile. Smile for him and smile for him. "thank you. I'm so happy because you love me as sincerely and deeply."

He smiled back and nodded with a single nod. "Everything for you."

Today, for the first time, someone saved me from keeping my attitude towards those who have ruined my life in the past. Perhaps no word can express -- how happy I am now, when I am with him who loves me without caring about all my past.

He is, Reza Dinata, the best man who loves me so much.