Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Oh, Mas Reza's....

Almost an hour and a half later - Reza just came out of the Mosque. He came out about fifteen minutes after the azan Isha reverberated. I think he calmed down in there, because he came back calm and more handsome, he had taken a bath and changed clothes.

"Sorry, yeah. I'm a long time," he said after sitting down and ready to drive.

I nodded with a smile. "It's okay, really. Besides, the worm in my stomach isn't very anarchic" I said, giving a code that I'm a little hungry.

"You pox?"

"Cockfighting!" I finally finished saying that word.

"Ouwww... long ago it seemed also the original, yes." Again he mocked me, complete with a wide, crisp laugh.

Duuuh. "Sori, Mommy. I'm flabbergasted."

"OKAY. Then let's get some food first, so they don't get anarchist."

That night, Reza again wanted to eat pecel catfish five feet. He asked me if I would like to eat on the side of the road. Of course I do not mind at all, right I am not a princess from the upper class who if eating must be in a restaurant with a seuprit menu but the price is exorbitant.

"No problem," I said, exactly mimicking his style when saying those two words.

Well, Reza realized that I imitated her pronunciation style and she smiled. She couldn't hide her little happiness after she knew there were habits of hers that I understood and even I mimicked them.

Arriving at the tent pecel lele, Reza immediately ordered a dinner menu for the two of us. And just at that moment I washed my hands, then hissed withstanding the pain: there was a wound on my palm. Reza immediately realized my hand was injured because it almost fell hit by a motorbike earlier. Quickly - he pulled my hand and checked my wound.

"Why didn't you say you were hurt?"

"Don't overdo it, Mum."

"Hey-y"

"It's just a small wound and just a little sore."

I'm shaking. "Later on," I refused.

"Don't ngeyel...!"

Ew...! Do you know I can't dwell anymore when Reza says that? All right, I'll follow him when he pulls me into the car.

"Let me go, Mommy" I said as he was about to clean my wound. But he doesn't want to listen. "You don't always have to do things like this. You make me spoiled and dependent, you know?" I said again when my wound was covered in plaster.

He smiled and looked at me warmly. "I like it when you're spoiled and dependent on me" he said. Then his lips turned a smile that implied sincerity. If not clever to maintain the image, I must have been bored and I enjoyed his lips at that time. And, yeah, I did say he didn't have to do any of that for me, but actually I'm really glad he's paying attention to me.

As the story goes, we returned to the tent a few moments later. Fried rice pete, complete with side dishes, sambal, tempeh, tofu, lalapan, and warm tea was served at the table not long after we returned to the tent pecel lele five feet. You know, Reza is not like most young men who are pretentious and keep the image, he used to eat the green seeds called pete or petai in front of me. Even before eating he told me, "Don't jaim, don't be pretentious, just eat if you like."

"Emm. I've never eaten it. I don't know whether I like it or not."

Hearing that, Reza unhesitatingly thrust a spoonful of fried rice with a slice of pete into my mouth. "Just a little bit bitter. Also not at all like mayonnaise" she said, recalling the mayonnaise tragedy of the time, she embarrassed me and held back laughter. "Come, try."

I opened my mouth with a little hesitation. But the doubt faded right away after I thought pete wasn't as bad and not as bitter as I thought he was all along.

"Likes?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. "You're omnivorous, yeah. Eaters of everything."

"Yeah, same as you. We are both omnivores. In fact, when the time comes - you will also eat without missing a inch. I want to feel you, the whole of you."

Uuuuhu... Mas Reza's. He made my cheeks blush. And I thought: how will he "eat me"?

Eh?