Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Painfully

"Aren't you afraid I'm gonna bring you here?" Reza asked me when we arrived at the Old Hill TPU area. "I want to go on a pilgrimage to my father's grave."

The deg!

My heart's pounded.

How could that heart still love its father so sincerely? She made me feel so small that I wanted to feel like I was getting away from her side for a while.

While walking towards his father's tomb, Reza greeted the tomb guards who were busy sweeping the tomb area, plucking the grass, and there were also those who were digging the grave for the body to be buried on that day.

"You come here often, Mum?" my many.

He's nodding. "The "rutin is only twice a year, when there is work and when it comes to Ramadan. But someone is guard, really. Someone's been cleaning my father's grave regularly."

I was mangosteen while making sure my footsteps remained unguided and did not stumble over anything. Then sit down when we reached his father's navel, and pray for a while there.

"Darling?"

"Emm?"

"If your father dies first, will you go on a pilgrimage to his grave? At least.. I mean, like once a year?" reza asked that made me mute. "I know you're gonna say no."

If you already know the answer, why ask?

I circled my gaze around the cemetery to avoid Reza's eyes. But he instead invited me to sit down with him - - where his father's belly button was surrounded by a barrier made of cement, we sat on a barrier made of cement. I knew that meant he was going to have a serious chat with me.

"You want to marry me?"

Hm....

"What do you want to say exactly? Just get to the point" I said, straight to the point.

A smile appeared on Reza's lips. He took my hand, clasped it and wrapped it gently, then he cleared his throat. "Be patient and answer my questions."

"Don't muter-muter!"

"Darling...."

"Yes, Mas. I want to marry you." I replied by extending the last syllable, and ended up turning my lips.

Again, Reza smiled. "If our soul mate is long, until we age together and are separated by death, I want us to remain a match until the afterlife, all the way to heaven. Do you want to too?"

"Yes, then?"

"That means we have to go to heaven."

"It's your job to guide me. If I go to hell, you go to hell. Because you are my husband, you will bear my sins."

"Smart, a hundred for my future wife" she said with her index finger landed on my nose. "I know, I didn't choose the wrong wife."

O yes? A timing?

"both. Anything for you."

"Uuuh."

"I'm serious, but later after we get married. Now, can you be serious for a second?"

Alright. I'm nodding.

My hand which he had only held, now had hooked with his fingers. Then he said, "Listen, marriage is not just a legal word, not just a legal word and we can live together. Getting married means that I am your husband and you are my wife, I am your priest, leader and head of the household as my mother. Up here you understand?"

I'm nagging. "He'em, then?"

"My job as a husband is not just to support the family. But it is also obligatory to educate my wife to be a godly person, to also learn to improve myself. I mean, later after we get married. But we can start from now. Yeah, right, sweetie?"

I caught another point from the words he spoke and immediately I triggered, "You want me to forgive my father? You want me to make peace with them?" my guess.

"I want you to be godly wives, so that we can go to heaven together. No need for drastic changes, this must be so, should not this should not be it, we can improve ourselves along the way after we get married. But at least we start from cleaning the heart first."

Hmm. I took a deep breath. "Do you think I'm an ungodly child, Mas?"

Reza. "Your father apologized, you should forgive him. Hating and holding grudges is a sin. Including cutting off silaturrahmi, that's also a sin."

No. gabe. I shook my head, bowed, gulped bitterly. "I can't forgive that guy. I don't want to make peace."

"You can't and won't forgive, not can't." I was just about to open my mouth, but Reza first overtook what I wanted to say. "You can forgive slowly. You just need to get used to his presence. Try to accept it when he wants to see you. Hmm?""

I know--- I know what Reza said was true. Not wrong at all. In fact, it was I who rejected my father's presence and thought it was too late and could not be repaired.

"I don't want to." My voice weakened, then I stared at him with a pus. "Sama, right, like you? You can't forgive Danali either? So why should I...?"

Reza. "The situation is different, honey. He never apologized and regretted his actions. He has no intention of taking responsibility for his actions. The context is different."

"Please, Mas. Don't force me."

Reza took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "I think it's best that our marriage be annulled" she said with a bowed face.

I was shocked to hear that word. "Ap- what? Whatchu mean?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." his voice choked, his grip strengthened. "I'm afraid - I'm not able to guide you. You need someone you can respect, someone you can hear and you can follow."

Oh, no. I shook my head with tears that began to blush. "I just want you, Mom."

"Nara.it's for your own good" he said. Then he took his finger link off me. "I'm sorry if I was a coward. I'm sorry that yesterday I was so confident, I feel like I'm the best for you. But now that I realize, I can't afford it. I'm scared, Ra. I'm afraid I'm not capable of carrying out the mandate to guide you. I'm afraid I won't be able to take on the priestly responsibility for you." Reza leaned over and rema* her hair.

My heart is like pinched. The pain outweighed the pain my father had left me for years. I could not hold back a puddle of tears until it flowed into a stream that soaked the cheeks.

It's not fair, Mom. You hurt my heart.