Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

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A few minutes since the car drove, little by little a sense of uneasiness and anxiety crept on me and made me crumble. Several times I covered my lips to cover up the restless and uneasy feelings I felt. But Reza was sensitive enough to realize my reaction.

"You scared?" tanyakanya.

I didn't answer, nor did I shake. Wisely, he grabbed my hand that was cold, either from fear, or from the cold of the waterfall, or from the coolness of nature in the area. I don't know.

"You gotta learn to fight fear, huh? There I am here," he said, painstakingly echoing my fingers gently. "You can check on the internet. Many bloggers post about the Mount Padang Site tour, and all happy. None of them discussed mystical matters. Those who discuss mystical things - those are indeed people who like mystical things, who come there in the middle of the night. I think it's natural that at midnight the mystical atmosphere is felt. Let alone the highest peak, anywhere will feel mystical if in the middle of the night we are outside and our thoughts are indeed thinking and looking for the mystique itself."

This time Reza was quite long. It was more or less the sentence I was able to catch when he was trying to temper my fear at that moment.

"Try me browsing on Google yourself" he said, hypnotizing me. And somehow I just complied, raised the phone and lowered my head staring at the phone screen.

Not even five minutes, I haven't found an article that caught my attention. Suddenly my feelings began to feel bad, sweat began to come out of my pores and soon made my skin feel moist, even though the wind was unrelenting blowing because the car window was wide open. Even when I tried to sip jasmine tea, suddenly the taste of jasmine tea was bitter, this phenomenon happened so quickly attacked all my joints that I was unable to say a word. Restless and agitated into one mixed with my blood that continues to flow from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. That made Reza immediately stop the speed of his car. He panicked like a beard fireman, when he did not have a single beard on his chin.

I opened the door as fast as lightning and got out of the car. And...

Iyuuuh. All sorts of food I had been eating was racing through my esophagus and gliding smoothly from my mouth.

"Your face is pale. You sick? Or is this the effect of fear?" he asked with a worried expression.

I'm shaking. "I'm just drunk, Mom," I said while desperately holding back the dizziness and the urge for stomach acid in the esophagus.

"Can't you?" Once this his forehead frowned forming three wavy folds.

Oh my. this guy. "I'm drunk, lo, Mas. How do you even ask so much?"

"Sori"

Wuekkk.

"You got wind oil?"

"In the bag. Please bring a tissue."

"Em, wait."

So minute. I think I've improved and the vomiting session is over. I stuffed my mouth with a tissue and then I drank some sips of water.

"Have you?" his question made sure the slovenly scene was over.

I nodded my head and closed the bottle of mineral water in my hand.

"Well, let me put some wind oil on your back."

What??? Seriously???

"Come on, what's the crap?"

"Just me, Mom."

"Darling...."

"I can be alone" I refused naively. Though. ah, you know.

He's tickling. "Don't ngeyel. Sign in. Sit." Sit."

Ouch, Biyung. Why, after all, am I always faced with situations like this? Between want and not.

"Come in, honey." Once again he told me at once to take care of me. And yeah, this time I'm according. "Facing there," he ordered, he told me to face to the side and to turn my back.

My body shook violently as Reza's hand slipped behind my clothes, the rhythm of my heart even more ran here as a swipe after a swab of her palm that was laced with wind oil warmed my body. Worse it makes me sigh*--I mean the pull and puff of my breath is too excessive due to enjoying the sensation of soft touch from his fingers.

"Why?" ask in a whisper. "Enak? I fit in, don't you think, so an incandescent? Hmm?"

Oh my...! Totally disgraceful. Reza realized my reaction. Hearing her question, heat instantly gathered on my face. I'm super duper shy of being caught, and -- caught enjoying his touch with passion. Hicks!

"Here, apply it to your chest and stomach" he said, prodding the oil to me. Then he closed the door and turned around, then got into the car.

I whinesan. "You guys, Mas" I said as he sat behind the wheel.

"Don't fish. You want me to take it to the tea plantation and enjoy a moment of enjoyment there? Hm? Wanna?"

I'm snapped. "Ayo-ayo only. Quiet mum, yuk?"

Nah! He's pinching my head. "Basic bawdy!"

"Seriously you don't want to? Hmm?"

He looked at me and looked at me for a long time.

Eh? How come his expression is so serious?

"Want to?"

Oh.. geez. His hands slipped and stuck to my stomach. I'm starting to cringe.

"Come," he said. His fingers began to move slowly stroking my skin. "But remember, never regret and never blame me. Okay?"

At that moment, his elus stopped - and turned to a firm grip on my stomach, I realized his thumb was sinking into my navel.

"Slowly."

"Forget, Mas. I'm just kidding."

"Why, Honey? You scared?"

"Emm," I muttered as I nodded.

"You were the one who asked. Come on, I'll fill it."

I'm shaking. Horrified. "Mas...no, huh? I'm...."

"What's? Hmm?"

"Take off, Mas.please...."

"Related?"

"Yes, I'm just kidding."

Hm....

He chuckled happily and removed his hand from my stomach. "Eat him, you don't go fishing. I'm a normal guy, you know!"

I nodded strongly. "Yes. Excuse me. I'm not gonna joke like that anymore. Promise." I lowered my head and I poured a few drops of wind oil on my hands, rubbed it on my stomach and then on my chest. Relieved....

"You're not feeling well, are you?"

I'm shaking. "I was just drunk. It's his bloodline. I if driving should relax. Cannot duck, especially while playing mobile phone. Damn it because I was afraid I'd forget."

"Oh. deserve you to always lean on."

"Hu 'um. It's also that if the backrest is too upright I can get drunk too."

"OKAY. I-i understand. Now you relax, enjoy the ride, breathe fresh air, and listen to a special song for you."

Bryan Adams' voice also melodious in the song Everything I Do - I Do It For You, also accompanied by the voice of Reza who is no less melodious. We also moved in peace.

"Trims..," I said after the song ended." I know that song. Bryan Adams, Everything I Do. The song is performed almost every day in the lab. English when I was in college. Like Nikka Costa's First Love song. But I don't memorize. But thank you so much, I really love your voice."

He grunts. "Snap!" said.

"Lo, I'm serious. Your voice must ring in my ear if we are far apart." I giggled too.

At that moment, Reza stroked my head with a happy smile, and the excitement of the laughter made me forget my fear. Unknowingly, we reached our destination.

"Learning to fight fear. Remember, I'm by your side and I won't let go of your hand" he said - trying to calm me down.

For a moment I hesitated, not even daring to open the car door. Until I realized the car door was open and Reza's hand greeted me. One, two, three, I pulled out of the car and followed her footsteps.

"Look, there's nothing to fear. It's crowded here" Reza said.

However, seeing me still unmoved, Reza pulled out her phone, played a song, and put the earphones into my ear. Long story short, after buying a ticket, our journey continued by climbing the stairs to the first terrace, second, third, fourth, until reaching the top. Yeah, nothing scary. On the contrary, the wind from the top of the Mount Padang Site is very soothing. I took the earphones out of my ear and I returned them to Reza.

"It's convenient?"

I nodded and smiled. I took my hand out of his hand. "Photos of me, yes," I said, which she greeted with a smile.

For just a few minutes, we closed the photo and video session, then sat back down.

"I was going to Curug Malela, The Little Niagara of Bandung. But, because I do not understand the route and the distance is too far from the Cihideung Flower Garden, so it is not so. Well, when I checked Cianjur destinations, it turns out Cianjur also has Little Niagara. Although the one in Bandung seems more okay, but I am grateful I chose Cianjur. So, I can get to the top of this site. It's thanks to you too, you can make me fight fear. Thank you, Mommy."

Lips throbbing. "You want me to get a somersault, huh? You keep praising me with thanks."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Please, just salto if you want," I said with a crisp smile. "By the way, it turns out to be true as you said. This is not a real mountain like Mount Merapi. I also just found out that the location of this site is in Cianjur. Even I just found out from you earlier that the location is near Curug Cikondang. Do you know where you are from?"

"From the pointer when we went to Curug earlier. I like historical places. But to my surprise, you are afraid of something that smells of horror, how do you know this is the location of a horror movie? You watch?"

I nodded in shame. "I'm watching because Reza Rahadian is playing. But the parts that have horror are all I skip, really."

"Whoa! As much as you like Reza Rahadian, so that you who are timid also reckless to watch horror films. While that-"

Oh my.. jealousy? "Don't discuss it again, dong, Mas. I'm here with you, there's for you. Aye, right?" Manyun's lips.

"If Reza Rahadian-"

"Mas..don't discuss it again...."

"OKAY. So after this we just go on our way home?"

"Yes. If I had no other purpose. That you? Just tell me if you still want to stop by. I won't refuse anymore."

Reza slightly tilted her head while looking at me. "Do forever?"

"Emm.hopefully. Perhaps, it can be worked out, for your sake."

We both smiled. I know, and I'm sure, slowly but surely - - Reza and I can definitely understand each other.