Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

It's just you, Inara.

The traffic forced me to slow down the bike. Ironically, I saw my father with a young woman, I guess he was in his thirties, they were making out in the car that stopped next to me. I was wearing a mask and a helmet with a dark glass, which is why my father was not aware of me, while I was able to look freely into their car whose glass was not so dark. There's a television there - it's placed right in the middle of the dashboard.

Geez. They watch adult movies. Really crazy, in the car, in the middle of traffic, in broad daylight when the sun is blazing, they even make love while watching the movie "soon."

My dad turned the car around and got into the parking lot of a hotel. For some reason, I think trailing my father was an interesting choice. I turned and followed him to the hotel. They got out of the car in turn, the woman got out first and waited in the lobby. While my father came out later. From the reception desk, my father took the keys and headed to his room of order. Then, a few minutes after my father entered the hotel room, the woman followed.

After five minutes they were alone in there, I knocked on the door. I am sure, even though they have stripped each other of clothes or have dyed, surely they have not finished with their ritual in combining the love of young couples who are drunk with romance.

Apparently the goddess Fortuna was on my side. Perhaps because of the sound of a woman knocking on the door, she opened the door for me. At that time her beautiful body was wrapped in a kimono.

"Good afternoon. Sorry, who am I talking to?"

She smiles. "Tia. Tia Ivanka" he said, introducing himself and sticking out a handshake.

Her name is Tia Ivanka? Geez, her name is like the name of the artist, her face is beautiful, her body is also sexy. Totally equivalent beauty Tia Ivanka young version. His behavior also turned out to be Tia, I did not think and I did not think so. Speechless....

"What's up, Ma'am?"

That question rattled me out of my misery. "Oh, that, earlier I apologized, yes, ma'am. My name is Trixie. I just checked out of this room this morning. As soon as I got home, I just realized I was missing my earrings." I showed the earrings that were still attached to my ear, while the one next to me slipped between my shoes. "I think it might fall here. Can I go in to find him?"

"Oh.. uh. But... a minute, yes," he said.

He came in and shut the door, and let me stand outside. I'm guessing he must have told the tough guy to hide.

"Please, Ma'am," he said, as soon as he re-opened the door about two minutes later.

I went in and immediately pretended to look for my henchmen around the bed, I did not hesitate to crouch down to sneak under the soft bed, because acting had to be totality, too, total to netas. Oops! I mean. total to completion. Must. "Emm... Where, huh?" my mum -- talk to myself. "By the way, can I check in the bathroom?"

"Oh, a minute," he said again. "Inside there's my husband."

Whats? Husband? I'm slack. Did I just not hear wrong? This beautiful young lady in front of me called her husband. Maybe this is his third wife? Could it be the fourth? Or the fifth? Or maybe a hundred? You married man! Uh, but why are they going to the hotel? Why look like a cat? Or is my mind too much?

Tia knocked on the bathroom door and called the person Mas. The vow! I was disgusted to hear it. The man came out only with a towel covering the waist down, while from the waist up bare-chested. She was not at all surprised to see me, as I expected, she already recognized my voice.

I looked at my father who appeared with an embarrassed face. There was a big bulge behind the towel, right in the middle between his thighs. And on the right chest, there's a red scar, obviously it's a puff that's just been stamped there. I became curious, what is the condition behind the kimono worn by Tia? How many copies* did my father depict on that hilly canvas? Yeah, I admit, my dad is good looking, he has a well-proportioned body, white skin, wide palms must be very good at reverma* chewy flesh that adorns the woman's chest, she said, and his long legs certainly make him able to satisfy his women with all the style of lovemaking, especially the style of a pair of doggy-doggy. It is only natural that lonely widows would willingly give themselves up and cling to him even though they know that she is not the only woman for my father. After all, the basic foundation in their relationship is the eve nafs*- nafs* which is equally high. Hyper*bond*.

"I'm Trixie" I said as I extended a handshake to the man. Longer handshakes than normal and appropriate, so that he knows how angry I am with him. The man greeted my handshake without mentioning his name. "I'm sorry, you want to find my earrings inside."

I went to the bathroom without the two men. Pretending to tie my shoelaces, I pulled out my earrings and pretended to find my henchmen on the floor just below the toilet seat.

I showed the earrings to Tia and I said, "This thing is very valuable to me, because it's a gift from my mother. Thank you so much for letting me look for it here, and sorry for interrupting your time."

"Oh, it's okay. It's not a problem at all" Tia said kindly, this time I think it looks like its true nature.

Yeah, it's possible. Maybe he is better than Yanti and Rhea, but what is clear is that I do not have hatred towards him like my hatred towards Yanti and Rhea.

"I'll excuse you then. Thanks again." I also passed.

In the end, I walked in gontai footsteps. I thought I'd be happy after I caught my father perverting in a hotel room. I thought I'd be satisfied after breaking her pretentious attitude that she showed me this morning, or satisfied can make him bow down embarrassed without daring to say a single word from his mouth that always felt his words were always right and the most true. But it makes me sad, angry and disgusted at myself. For I was born of a cheating man and a dowry wrapped in a long suit and tie, which when viewed from the outside - he looks like a man of honor and dignity. I also don't know why I just ended my code. Why can't I embarrass him in public? Why am I still trying to keep her pride?

Of course I was in a very upset mood because of the traffic jam, my father's behavior, and the atmosphere of the city of Jakarta which was covered by the heat of the midday sun, he said, I drove my bike to the Ancol Eco Park. Not to play rowboats or duck boats. I just wanted to relax by the edge of the pier, in a place where no one would look at me with a strange look. It is possible -- the lake, the swamp, and the trees can make my mood calm and comfortable again.

But...

Just a few minutes I was sitting alone on the dock, like a single ngenes who just broke up, knowing Reza was beside me.

"Kok you're here?"

"Find you."

"Ayeah?"

"Hmm. You're this, yeah. I came here to look for you, not a walk let alone date another woman. Understood?"

Some are sensitive.

"Your father called me."

"Then?"

"What?" Reza asked back. "I'm worried, that's why I'm looking for you."

"You put a tracker on my phone?" ask me without talking anymore.

Reza nodded.

Basic sucks! He admitted that he did put a tracker on my phone. "It doesn't matter, does it?"

"Actually no, but you should be able to say first, excuse me. Not just playing. That's not polite."

But Reza didn't feel guilty at all. "Whatever I do is for your own good" he said. "You understand, right?"

Yeah, I know. Nevermind, thought. I don't want to argue, especially with Reza. "I'm sorry I worried you. But actually you don't need to follow me here, I can take care of myself. I just want to frown, not throw myself into the lake."

"You broke your promise."

"Eh?"

"You promised not to go alone. Why disavow?"

Oh my God, that's why I never wanted to promise. "Sorry," I said.

"What's the matter with your father?" suddenly Reza asked straight to the point without responding to my useless apology.

Yeah, I was at first confused as to what to answer, but eventually the story rolled so smoothly from my mouth, including all the stories in the past that hit my family, all the possibilities that caused my father to leave us.

"I don't want to comment that would corner anyone or stand up for anyone. As an outsider, I can only say - if it's true that she is one of his wives, that's good. This means that they do not have relationships outside of marriage, regardless of their marital status, legal marriage, siri marriage, or she is cheating on her other wives. To be sure, you have nothing to be ashamed of, you have nothing to do with whatever they do. And. You don't have to be angry. Let it. After all, religion allows polygamous men, can have more than one wife. After all, Mother is not one of his wives. Not his wife anymore. So, why are you angry? Hmm?"

I've been staring intently at Reza ever since he said the word polygamy. His neutral attitude provoked a sense of worry that in recent days never came to my mind, but now it suddenly appears and floats back to the surface. "You're justifying polygamy?"

"No." he said, clearly Reza caught up with where my question was going. "I am not justifying polygamy, but I cannot blame it either. Right or wrong, it depends on our point of view and what the reason behind it is. It also depends on the glasses of each person," he said.

I think Reza actually found it hard to explain his point. But, even so, he could still be relaxed.

I melengos. I don't like the answer that makes my chest feel claustrophobic. It means there is a possibility that he will also be polygamous. My tears would have almost dripped if he hadn't injected the love hormone immediately that neutralized my pain.

With her hand, Reza scooped my face and wiped away the tears that had already piled up on my eyelids. "Don't cry" he said. "I wouldn't be like that. You are the one and only. You are the only woman I will marry. Believe me, I am promise."

I'm nodding.

"But...."

"But what?"

"If you die young, can I marry you again?"

This time he laughed. "You're infuriating! You want me to die young? Heh?" I pinched her stomach until she screamed in pain.

"That's if. If I die young, you can marry again."

Hmm. I scowl. "What the hell, Mas?"

"I'm serious, if I die first, you can get married again. Just so if we have kids, you can't ignore them after you have a new family."

Oh my God, is he going to die young?

"Here, don't talk about things like this again. Okay?"

He hugged me, then stroked my back. And don't forget, a friendly kiss landed on the top of my head. "It's okay, honey," he said. "There is no harm in thinking rationally. Most importantly, for the rest of your life and as long as you are faithful by my side, you are the only woman I will marry, the only one I will make a wife, she said, and the only woman who will bear the status as Lady Reza Dinata. Nobody else's. Just you."