Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

For the sake of you

"Wake up..," cried Reza as she ruffled my hair.

Kinda sucks!

"I'm still sleepy, Mom."

"OKAY. Then the waterfall's off, huh?"

"You are so."

I'm thieving. With a frown I forced myself to get up. Thankfully, I took a shower from dawn. It would not be very chafing because it just woke up and even without mekap. Our initial plan was to rush straight to Curug Cikondang, The Little Niagara owned by Cianjur. But, before getting into the car, I remembered my strawberry which I kept in the back seat. With mewek, I showed the red fruit that is not fresh anymore to Reza. It is not rotten yet, it can still be for snacks. But. of course it will not taste fresh anymore if to be made fruit juice, especially for cake decoration. Because, apparently already ugly because almost twenty-four hours out of the refrigerator.

"Your own fault. You mostly stop by here. Just try to go straight back to Jakarta, it's different story," Reza comments tore my heart apart. "What's? Wanna sulk? Hmm?"

I frowned. "You have the heart, yes, he commented. Not sure, you know! It's mauve!"

"Nyelekits? What'sthat?"

I also mengelengos. "Oh ah! You're a bitch," my sulk, which was badmood that morning because it was forced to wake up.

After opening the door of the car, I lay down the back of my chair to the maximum, then lay on Reza's back while on the way.

"Come, get down," he asked.

Until? I was confused, we were driving for about thirty minutes. "Have we arrived?"

"Until now, in the strawberry garden."

Strawberry farm? Seriously? I was excited and sat straight up. Eums... I hugged her with love. My badmood instantly faded without any trace. "Thank you, Mas. You are the best. I love you." My happiness is unstoppable.

...Sweetberry Agro-tourism...

...The Villa Green Apple Garden...

...Jg. Mariwati Cipanas - Top...

...Cianjur 43253's...

...West Java...

...OPEN EVERY DAY...

...Monday – Friday’at :...

...At :07.30 – 17.00 WIB...

...Saturday, Sunday & National Holiday :...

...At :07.00 – 17.30 WIB...

That's -- the information we get from google. We came and had to wait about twenty minutes. While Reza used that time to fill up, I took advantage of the time to dress up.

"Don't be too red," she rebuked as I painted lipstick onto my lips. "I'll be confused which one is your lip and which one is strawberry."

I dipped my lips twice so that my lipstick even. "Mas... Mas. Confused or not, it has no effect. You said it like you wanted to kiss me."

Reza looked at me, he just wanted to open his mouth to talk, but I overtook him first, "What did you say? You haven't kissed me in days."

"O yeah?"

"Sok senile."

"Yesterday time in Kawah Putih-"

"It was just a touch of lips. Not a kiss," I said, cutting the sentence again.

He smiled mischievously. "OKAY. So you miss being kissed?"

Sucks. "No! Not at all missed."

"Related?" ask again. While I was just whining. "If silence means yes?"

I pinched her waist until she screamed. "You're a bitch!" I said.

Reza giggles. "It's seven o'clock. Come on."

Uh, right! Substantial... Reza got out of the car without kissing me first.

We bought admission and headed straight for the three-hectare stretch of strawberry plantation with baskets in our hands. As it turns out, the sensation of picking fresh strawberries exceeds my expectations. And I felt really silly, I had gone to Batu Malang, twice to Bandung, and often visited Bogor, but never visited strawberry plantations, never visited, though I like the sweet red blush fruit tends to be sour.

After more than an hour of enjoying the beauty of the stretch of strawberry plantation, we immediately rushed to Curug Cikondang in the southern part of Cianjur.

"You backrest only. Nice view here," said Reza who enjoyed the trip by looking at the scenery on the right left-hand-walk and letting the wind caress his face.

I smile. "A little view in front of me."

"Buck!"

"You think I saw your good looks, huh?"

"Certainly? What's?"

"No. What I saw was more than that, the figure of my loving man-lover."

From the look on her face and expression, Reza seemed to want to know the meaning of the sentence I just said.

I smile. "You are understanding. I'm craving a little, you're looking for a location to buy a new strawberry. I am moved by your sweet attitude. Thank you, yeah."

"Shhh.. Don't praise me. I'll float around."

"That's the truth, my dear."

"Yes, because I love you. It's my job to make you happy, isn't it?"

Really sweet. "If you want something from me, you say, yes. I want to make you happy too."

"Trims, Honey. You have that intention alone I'm glad I'm not a bitch," he said, complete with a smile and a gentle hand.

After two more hours of struggling in the streets while stopping by pretty and snacking pretty, we arrived at the Curug Cikondang parking area safely, less fit, and a little uglier. Oh sori, it's just me. Reza is still with the same good looks and fitness, which is real and essential.

"What do you want?"

"You dandan first, Mas."

"Yes greetings...." He patted the jidat.

"We want a photo, I have to dance first to be more careless..," I said in self-defense, making Reza shake her head.

While I was busy dressing up, Reza took the time to fill my stomach. He grabbed the Laksa Cianjur that we had bought, deliberately wrapped because the stall was crowded and we did not get a seat. Well, the story is we haven't had breakfast that was really breakfast, understand what I mean? Yep, we haven't eaten anything satiating. And, with sweetness, Reza was willing to bribe me and let me with my busyness beautify myself.

"Cock you dance instead? Don't want to get wet?"

"Oh." He's mangosteen.

"Em, usually finish five days. But just in case, rather than impenetrable."

"OKAY. See i. Speaking of which I don't feel good, don't tell me you want a bad pose."

I grin. "Emm. You usually want to, Mom. Please, huh? Please, please, please? Yes, Mas? Want, huh?" I gave her a sweet smile until she couldn't resist me.

After Reza agreed, I also showed the example of the pose I was referring to, so his expression immediately changed drastically. The folds on his forehead - represented his feelings that he could not express because he had already agreed.

Uh. I'm glad my heart is because Reza is fulfilling my will. Five poses a la RDX Love movie was realized. Despite the embarrassment, he was willing to lay face down on the super-large rock and I lay on it in the first pose we had. Then the second pose, still with Reza who is face down, followed by me who joined to face down on him. In the third pose, it was my turn to lie down with one leg straight and one leg bent, while Reza sat hunched over next to me and kissed my stomach. Pose four, the pose that made her have to endure more embarrassment, but she was willing to fulfill it, she was willing to kiss my feet right on the seventeenth Filmibeat RDX Love poster. And the pose I liked the most was the last, the eighteenth pose: the half-kayang pose, Reza held my waist with her burly hands, then kissed my stomach gently.

"Trims.you're willing to endure embarrassment for my sake."

He kissed my cheek. "Everything for you" he said - whispered back in my ear. Ah... melted I made him, so he said after he wanted to risk his pride to make me happy.

In addition to Reza, thanks also to the impromptu photographer, Aarin and Mayra. Because, this behavior is due to contaminated with viruses of Bollywood lovers from Aarin, and thanks to the sabrina split skirt suit from Mayra, the Bollywood-style pose of my dreams can be realized. I love you all.

"Where else are you going, honey?" reza's question broke my focus on staring at the phone screen. We just finished changing clothes because our clothes were wet with splashes of water, then rest in the gazebo around the waterfall while determining we want to go to which tourist destination for the next. While relaxing, we ate lunch and sipped the dawet that Reza bought on the road as we headed to the location of the waterfall, unfortunately the level of coldness had reduced, the ice stone was exhausted because it was too long left.

I shook my head slowly. "I'm confused, Mas. There is no clear itinerary. So, do not know the efficient direction and purpose. And...."

"What?" tanyakanya.

"Garden, waterfall, lake. Aren't you bored?"

"Originally you and with you, everywhere will always be fun" he said, smiling broadly.

Euw. I almost choked.

"Basic, plagiarist!"

"So where are you going?"

"Just go to Jakarta one time, yeah."

He's nodding. "OK," he said without looking. He was enjoying his dawet. "The chest is sweet, but sweeter than you."

"Hoekkkkkk. You're a mick!"

I put my phone down and refocused on enjoying the dawet.

"We're going to the Mount Padang Site, yuk?" suddenly bring.

This time I was choking. "I don't want to" I refused.

"Because you don't want to climb? From the information this isn't a real mountain, honey. There's a ladder to get to the top."

My mouth forms a round O. "Eh, but not just because of that. I'm afraid ah to go there. Seem...."

"Surprising?"

I'm nagging. "That's the location of a horror movie. If not mistakenly titled Gate of Hell, the film starring Reza Rahadian. I'm afraid ah to go there."

"Reza Rahadian again. I can be jealous for a long time, lo."

Huh huh? "What the hell, Mas? How come to go there? We'll talk about that mountain again, why is it linked to Reza Rahadian?"

"OK, okay. So, you want to, don't you, accompany me there?"

I shook my head, insisting on refusing.

"It's just a filming location, doesn't mean it's really a horror location. You usually like anything related to Reza Rahadian."

I said, "For this one not at all. Besides, now I love anything to do with Reza Dinata."

"Well, Reza Dinata loves historical places. So how?"

I breathe heavily. "Mas..please...."

"Darling...."

"Don't force."

"You're not fair."

"meaning?"

"Yes not fair. I want to do anything for you, even kiss your feet for a photo, I want. But it was my turn to ask, you easily refused. Selfish, right?"

Lured. "You're not sincere? You wanna count with me?" I'm a little heated up like wood ignited by fire.

Reza did not answer. He turned his eyes the other way. Just this time I saw him. Note: lash, not angry. But you know for yourself how hard and ego I am. I don't want to give up.

"I'm going for a minute" he said.

I didn't notice where Reza was going. I think he was trying to quell his disappointment, because he was gone for a long time. But this time strange thoughts did not come to me anymore. Wow, surprise, there's progress. I don't think that he'll go home and leave me there alone, or look for other things that entertain him, for example approaching other visitors who are beautiful or who attract attention, not at all.

Twenty minutes later, or so later, Reza is back. I don't know for sure, knowing that he's right next to me, he's sitting right next to me in the opposite direction.

"I'm sorry, huh?" said suddenly. "I don't mean to impose my will. I think we're here, we can all go there. But it's okay. You have the right to refuse."

The deg!

My heart feels like it's getting bumped. Guilt rested in my heart, right after the punch hit the target.

"I'm the one who's sorry, Mom. I am selfish. You have done many things to make me happy. I realized I shouldn't have refused. Besides, as long as we're together, I don't think I've ever done anything for you. Sorry, yes. I've been unfair."

She's stunned. "I'm sorry, I accidentally said that." It was obvious that he regretted the words he had accidentally said earlier.

"It's okay. What you said is true. I'm selfish. I'm not fair."

We were both silent - for a moment, maybe more than three minutes. This is a story of forgiveness but the problem is not completely resolved.

"Still want to be here? Or to continue the journey?"

I just nodded, then stood up, which means let's continue on. We also walked to the parking lot.

"Come, we go to the Mount Padang Site," I said, just after Reza started the car.

He refused, without even looking, "No need. I don't want you to."

Eit dah, it turns out like this if he snags. Slowly, I touched his arm and tried to persuade him. "No, Mas. I want to, anyway. For your sake."

"Ikhla?"

I'm scared, but for your sake. But, anyway, I nodded. "Yes, I'm sincere" I said, though my expression did not say so. Besides, I told him to say whatever he wanted. Again I ate my own words.

But yeah, that's it. I am sincere in making him happy.