Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

More Than Friends

I arrived at Surabaya Carnival Park at three o'clock past fifteen. Fifteen minutes earlier than I promised. I'm waiting for Reza outside, because it's not open yet. I was wearing blue jeans and a silver T-shirt. My hair is usually tied back, that day I braided with a thousand plaits.

Reza came in about twenty minutes later. Even with casual clothes he is still handsome like Reza Rahadian. He only wears blue jeans and a T-shirt with the same color. "You been a long time? Sorry, I'm late," he said.

I immediately glanced at the clock on my phone, the time showing at three past thirty-five minutes. "No problem, it's five minutes late. You are also not a schoolgirl who should be punished just for coming late" I said, which made her laugh.

The place was opened five minutes before Reza came, exactly at half-four in the afternoon. We were waiting to buy the entrance ticket. Reza took out two hundred thousand bills from his wallet, then paid and put the change in his pants pocket. We got into the rides, went around chatting, continued our conversation that night.

"Hows it? Can you start a story?"

"Why, after all, do you seem so curious about my story?"

"Not curious, rather - the sooner you tell a story, the sooner I know, and the sooner I can understand you."

Alisku. "What for?"

"It's good that I can understand you, good for our friendship. Who knows, maybe this relationship of ours - could be more than friends, right?"

Hm? Meanin? I used to laugh, but it was wrong. I started to get nervous again. "Search dialogue from where?" ask me to cover up the nervousness I feel and to divert the conversation.

Reza laughs. "You call me Reza Rahadian" he said.

"You're acting again, huh? You want to prank me so I can baper? Don't you think there are hidden cameras around here? Hmm?"

Frowning, I watched the area around us.

"none. Swears! This is real."

"Times?"

"I just want to understand you, Inara...."

"Ok, wait, I'm confused where to start this story."

"Just start from what your reasons are until you become a wandering lady" he said.

I nodded and swallowed. "Mmm. desire. Because I like new places. And the rest of it is, honestly, all this because of my childhood, because I was in a broken home family, so I was looking for an escape: to music, movies, novels, and games. Well, from the movies and novels, I have my own fantasies. I try to put those fantasies in written form, be a work of fiction. From there I started to become a writer. By writing I can make my own money. I saved up long enough. With that savings I can start my adventure. So, here I am, this is my life, and this is my world."

Reza nodded his head, a picture that he was really listening to my story. "It was sad at first. But I'm proud, you got what you wanted, and you're happy with your choice" he said. "If your love for Reza Rahadian is what it is?" ask again.

"If only because it was the time to get carried away with dreams? Are you sure there are no more feelings? Maybe some kind of love feeling?"

I thought for a moment. "Look, in writing I need an inspiring figure. Because I like watching Reza Rahadian's movies, so I like him. Be the inspiration of the main male character in each of my writings, the protagonist, good, handsome, cool, gentle, and certainly loyal. So in conclusion, just like. Nothing special's. The vow. Mmm. By the way, I'm thirsty."

"Oh, sori, sori, I forgot. Wait a minute, I'm looking for a drink. You wait here. Don't go anywhere" he said as he walked away.

I remember, when he said the sentence, "Don't go anywhere," he had already walked a few steps, then turned around, he said the sentence while walking backwards, he said, stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger at me. I laughed when I saw that behavior.

A few minutes later Reza returned with two bottles of greentea, a bottle of mineral water, and a bottle of citrus-flavored drink, which were put in a white plastic bag. He opened the lid of the greentea bottle and gave it to me. He explained to me that he didn't know what my favorite drink was yet, so he bought the three types of drinks at once.

"I don't know what food to buy. But later if you're hungry, or want to eat what, buy what, just say it. I'll buy it later. Okay?"

I smile. "Relax, I will not keep the image in front of you" I said while grinning. "What's jaim for?"

"Good then. I like it" he said, stroking the top of my head, like stroking a boy, but honestly I really like him treating me that way. I was amazed, again the touch caused vibration. Of course I didn't comment and didn't tell him that.

It was still bright, we decided to just walk around and take a picture. At first I asked him if he wanted to take a picture for a memento. But he replied -- He wanted the picture to be with me. That's why I took the tongsis out of my bag, and obeyed what he wanted.

The first photo, we took at Art & Wax House, a giant photo studio containing wax sculptures of world-famous figures. After seeing all the wax statues in there, we went out to the Circus Bedroom arena, taking pictures and seeing the cute circus dolls. After that we rested for a while, my feet were sore enough to continue around.

"Let's sit down again, I want you to tell me, and this time about your childhood. I want to know why you have to look for an escape. I hope you don't mind telling a story" Reza said in a soft-sounding voice, as if it was very important to her. "I want to know a lot about you. But you don't ask why, just answer."

I took a deep breath, then started to open my voice, "I don't remember exactly my childhood. All I remember is that my father was never present in my life, not even just to see me and my sister, or even just to be present on our birthday, never at all. Since my second birthday, I've always celebrated without a father. I don't remember, but every video documentation of my birthday show, that guy never existed. Yeah, destiny forced us to grow up without a father. How else would you like?"

I paused for a moment, taking another deep breath, as a feeling of tightness began to fill the chest cavity. I started to feel a little pain in my throat. But I promised to tell you, so yeah.

"He may leave Mother for a million reasons. There should be no reason for a father to leave his children. A child is not born from the stomach of his father, maybe that makes his affection is not as big as the affection of a mother. Maybe that's what makes him want to leave me, a daughter whose age is not even two years. Even Ihsan was still a baby, she was only four months and two weeks old, still a sleeping baby, was invited to play was not able to. I am angry at this fate. And as his impingement, yes I do, I must have an escape."

In that instant my tears began to pool. Once I blinked - those tears just trickled down and flowed down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry before, yeah. Do you hate your father?" ask carefully.

I'm nodding. "Of course I hate him. Abandoned and never present, it became a compelling reason for me to hate my father. Hate is not a desire, Za. The taste was ingrained and grew on its own, without me wanting it, without me wanting it. That hate is deeply rooted in my heart. Although Mother always advised me not to hate her, but facts and reality did not give me a reason to get rid of that hate." I closed my eyes, held back, I had to stop crying, and I couldn't cry. "We'll get some food first, okay? Later continue the story again," I said, which I was actually trying to fight the sadness that had possessed my soul.

I want to eat extra spicy food.