Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Silu Story

On the way home, we stopped by for a moment at one of the minimarkets on Hanjawar street. After feeling that the snacks and drinks we needed were enough, I left Reza at the checkout table and returned to the car, picking up a change of clothes, a small towel, and a facial cleanser. Next I also brought my luggage and hitchhiked to the toilet to clean and tidy up, starting from the hair that is fussy, clothes and my face that are both tangled and ask for a cone, plus the smell of sweat after going up and down the site is quite high. You could say I take a duck bath because I don't wash my hair and clean my body without soap. Except for my face, I cleaned my face with face soap, then wiped my body with a towel, and...

Hmm.. I forgot to bring the sanitary napkin while the tanned splash came out again even if only a little. Thankfully I brought my phone. "Mas, get me my sanitary pad" I asked Reza by phone.

"Where did you put it?"

"In the suitcase."

"Oh my goodness, honey. I have to unload the suitcase?"

"Yes, please buy a new one. I'm waiting for."

"Huh? Me? I bought it, honey. I know where to."

"Mas. I don't want to wear pants if I don't have pads. Please, Mas?" persuade me with a typical whimper, while Reza just cleared his throat from out there.

Then, innocently, he asked the female minimarket employee for help to find the thing I needed.

"What brand, Mas?" ask the employee.

"Jawab whatever," I said.

"Whatever," Reza parroted.

After getting the item and paying for it, Reza knocked on the toilet door and gave it to me. I still had time to laugh seeing her expression that held in shame. After my condition returned to normal because I was done with all my business and had changed clothes, I also came out of the room measuring twice two meters. And...

Toad-pole - rags-to-peck. There was a commotion in the minimarket parking lot.

At first I was just clueless about the commotion. I'm the type of person who doesn't care about whatever mess is going on outside the scope of my life. But. eventually...

How surprised I was when I realized that the two men who were fighting were two people I knew, Reza Dinata versus Danali. Luckily, the few people who were around there could separate the duel between them.

I'm riveted. It feels unbelievable, how could a Reza I know with a calm soul get into a fight in public? It makes me wonder, what has a Danali done to be able to start a fire on the soul of my future husband? Yeah, that day, the first time I saw another figure in Reza, the one who keeps the fire with his hot mouth.

I saw his face flushed red as I approached him. He would have wanted to beat up his dueling opponent if only no one had broken through, I'm sure. Kurema* his hand and I pulled him into the car.

"Mas, what's wrong?" askaku.

"Nothing" he said, shaking his head.

"Mas-"

"We're going straight home."

"For a while...."

"What...?"

"Why did you fight?"

"Oh my goodness, honey. Don't talk about it, yeah."

I'm shaking. "Please, I beg you, tell me."

Heavily, Reza took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "That's.. emm.. earlier in the minimarket he mocked me for buying women's needs."

"Just because of that?"

Reza nodded, but clearly he was trying to avoid my eyes.

"You lied. You are not an irritable person. You can't get into a fight just because you're being bullied by someone. That's not you."

Reza was silent, unresponsive, not even looking at me at all. While on the other hand, despite not being familiar with the figure of Danali, I know he is not a man with a lambe mouth, even though he is famous for the character of a high-class playboy, he said, who often cheated and approached women just for a moment of pleasure, even though he already had a wife. And although it hasn't been two months that I've known Reza, but I'm sure Reza isn't the kind of person who likes to look for trouble.

"I know the man who fought with you earlier. From the character, I'm sure, you must be fussing over women. Aye right?"

Again Reza was silent a thousand languages. His attitude made me wonder. "Don't lie to me, Mas. I know you're lying. Someone with the calm type like you - usually angry when it comes to someone or something that is valuable to you. Mana may only be because of trivial things, especially just because they are being harassed by buying pads. That's impossible." I said it in a flat tone, but Reza still didn't respond. And I got furious. "Is this about Salsya?"

"What the hell?"

"Buck...."

"Stop!"

I'm jumped. For the first time that an unquenched emotion gushed at me, he answered me with high intonation.

"Please, stop!"

"You scolding me? Heh?"

"Sori. I didn't mean it," he said. "Surely - this has nothing to do with Salsya, and, you need not take Salsya with you. Okay?"

"Then explain. Why are you quiet?" I started to read it in a higher tone. "Why silence? If I mention Salsya's name - you react very quickly. Why are you silent again? Huh huh? Answer!"

Again, Reza remained silent, but the anger from the look on his face had not been extinguished. He started the car and drove off without caring about me.

"Not."

"Then?"

"Not to be discussed. It has nothing to do with you."

"Waws. Twice," I said with two fingers. "Two times you answered me like this. Do you remember the day in Bali? You said so too."

"The truth has nothing to do with it." Reza said without looking. His left hand held the steering wheel, while his right hand covered the part between his nose and mouth, with his elbow perched on the car window with the glass open.

Nodding head. "All right," I said. "Let's remember again, when you realized I was keeping a lot of things you didn't know, you asked me to be honest and tell you everything. And I can, to be honest, I'm telling you everything. Now--"

"I've never forced you," she said - cutting my sentence.

In that split second, he was like the figure of Baim Wong in an antagonist character. Instantly I was horrified. "Well, yes, yes, you never force," I said in an exasperated tone but in a weak intonation.

"Hey, learn the right driving, you son of a bitch!" Reza yelled at the car that almost drove us off the road. Luckily he was able to control the steering wheel and immediately stepped on the brakes to stop the speed of his car. He must still be about to continue his curse by shouting some more swearing, but I immediately opened the door and got out of the car. "Where are you going?" his yell.

I don't care, I even tried to escape from there. I didn't like being around her that was a hundred and eighty degrees opposite the calm and sweet Reza, the Reza I've known since we first shook hands.

Cittt. A rider braked the motorcycle he was riding. He almost hit me if I didn't reflexively retreat and lunge.

"If you want to kill yourself, don't bother people! Basic crazy!" he said he cursed me.

I was shocked, half my breath flew out of nowhere, which was definitely not flying with you like the lyrics of Half My Breath by God 19. After all, it was in fact I was wrong to run in the middle of the crowd of vehicles that passed through the road. I can't be angry let alone return his curse.

A moment later I realized Reza was near me. He immediately made an apology to the driver and carried me to the car.

"Is anyone sick?" she asked as she lowered me down and sat me in the car seat, while she crouched down beside me.

But, what kind of question is that? Of course, my legs, hands, and butt hurt a lot from the fall. I'm not saying. I'm still pissed at him.

Realizing that her car's position was triggering a traffic jam, Reza immediately stood up, closed the door, turned around, and then got into the car. He immediately drove up and pulled over in the parking lot of a mosque, not far from there. I forgot the name of the mosque.

"And that was dating Aruna, my sister," Reza began to explain. "Sori, I've never told you that I have a sister."

I'm nodding. "I knew. I've seen his picture on the album. Mom said it was your sister."

"Oh."

"So? What the hell's going on? Sori I mean, I want to know the next story."

"Aruna loves that son of a bitch. But it turns out he only made Aruna a toy. He's got a wife."

Huh huh? I'm appalled. "Your sister's a crook?" my question is, I'm flippant. "Sorry, Mas. I didn't mean to. I. I'm just asking."

"He didn't know the man was married."

Ah, if only I had never been brought by Reza to his house and met his mother, I would surely be in the fog to hear this and ask him to show his resident's card.

"One day, while they were together, suddenly his wife came and hit Aruna. Aruna was publicly humiliated, reviled, humiliated, scorned, everyone accused him of being an abuser. He's everyone's spectacle." Reza's voice was restrained, the clear lake was unable to stem the puddle of water in his eyelids, his tears were dripping, flowing like an endless stream. "Aruna Depression. Two months after the incident, he committed suicide. I saw with my own eyes his body hanging with his neck tied."

I swallowed bitterly at the poignant story he spoke. It was only natural that he held a grudge on that rancid playboy. I clasped his hands and held them as a sign that I had understood what had happened to him today.

"I feel like I failed as a sister. I can't protect my own sister. I-i-"

He could not continue his words. I know very well, the esophagus must have been sore and the tongue must have been moody to the point of no longer being able to speak. So also with the heart that is in there, must be very sad, until everything melts in the roar of tears that he can not stand.

"Mas, I don't know what to say about what you told me just now. But I thank you for telling me. And, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you here. Because of me. Because of me you met Danali. I'm sorry, Mas."

I clearly feel it was my fault. If I hadn't brought Reza - if we'd just come home, if...

Well, if only.

But reality doesn't give us a chance to imagine.

"It's not your fault. If it is his destiny to meet, anywhere will meet. Besides, I'm the one who took you to Bandung."

I'm shaking. "You kidnapped me" I said half in a whisper, hoping Reza could laugh and neutralize her grief. And sure enough, it was quite effective - at least for a while it could make her wipe away her tears.

"Yes, I kidnapped you, and...."

"And what?"

"Emm... What should I do with my prisoner on this one?"

"What's? What do you want to do with me? Emm? Justdoit. This time I will not refuse. I'm not afraid." I rolled my eyes at him. Again, pretend to be teasing and challenging.

"M. E. S. U. M. Bawdy." He mocked me - while patting his finger on my lips. "Azan magrib. I want to pray. You wait here. Don't go anywhere. Okay?"

I'm nodding. I don't have to say okay or promise. Reza understood that, and he smiled.

I'm sorry I doubted you.