Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Welcoming Morning

It's jammed!

Everyone knows the meaning of traffic. In the state of the road smoothly we took two hours to get to North Jakarta, especially if it is jammed. But we do not bother about this congestion, because it is Sunday afternoon, where the volume of the vehicle is more than the usual day. The long queues on the streets - dominated by people coming home from vacation. As a result the solid, creeping, snaking many kilometers in length -- absolutely can not be avoided. But the name is also a walk, so just enjoy it while listening to the favorite songs on the playlist and make out as a distraction from the fatigue when the vehicle stops.

I love this long journey and all the thrills that come between us. For example, Reza's love-laden gaze that always emanates from the look of his eyes. Cunning jokes that can cause splashes, small strokes but millions of flavors, and the togetherness and warmth that I feel when we are together. Also like earlier, when there is a scene screeching, it can be resolved without lingering. Favorite activities in the car are still the same, listening to songs, chatting, snacks, and occasionally holding hands, until finally drowsiness is the champion.

"You sleepy, Mas? It's okay if we stay tonight."

"I promised Mommy I'd take you home today."

"I knew. But it can be dangerous if you drive while holding back sleepiness."

"Yes, Honey. Later when I meet minimarket, I stop for a moment to make coffee."

I'm glaring. "Don't ngeyel.." I said imitating him again, which made him hold back a smile.

"We have to go home tonight. Yesterday I asked our permission to leave Bali. After that I asked permission again to take you to Bandung. Did I ask permission to molest again?"

Hmm.. really ngeyel. "Yes, take the middle ground. We're looking for a stop. You sleep a little, after that just coffee, just continue the journey again. Anything can happen if you're still clueless."

"Why? Are you afraid of being a curious spirit?" he giggled, remembering my jokes when we were in Bali yesterday.

He wants to joke. Okay.

Huh! He screamed as I pinched his shoulder.

We finally agreed to take a short break. Reza slowed down the pace of vehicles and parking in the courtyard of a minimarket. There were also some cars resting there. Reza went to the minimarket to ask for a parking permit and rest. When he came back, he brought a plastic sock so I wouldn't get cold and sleep comfortably. We also rest, close our eyes while sipping the baby in a sad night.

But...

I was awakened by the sunlight that enveloped me like an invisible electric blanket. The light is so bright it almost blinds. I blinked my eyes, and my mind floated about twenty-four hours ago.

"Ah, dammit. Again I slept like a dead man" I muttered, as I realized I was actually in my room, not in the car with Reza.

Eh? Whatisthis? A piece of paper caught my attention as I was about to grab my phone from the table. I know, it's a letter from Reza.

Good morning, dear Naraku....

The most beautiful girl I love and love in this world. Thank you for the 21 wonderful days we have spent lovingly. There may be no other words than "Dealova" that can express how happy I am when I am with you, when I joke and laugh with you, and how comfortable I feel to be by your side. Believe me, you are everything. How I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and my body. You were the only person I wanted to be friends with until my old age. The only Dealova that became my life goal. From me, someone who is always crazy about you and always misses you.

With love - Reza

Oaaaaah.I smile to myself. Reza can always make my smile expand perfectly.