Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Little Kisruh

When love returns, Reza and I return to her mother's ward. The woman who meant the most to him was lying weakly with an infusion in hand. He had already woken up and was accompanied by Ihsan. Ihsan who had been waiting for him immediately said goodbye when we came, he was about to visit briefly to the house of Bibi Bungsu, his mother 4R brothers.

"Later call, I pick you up again if you want to go back to Jakarta," he said before stepping away.

I'm nodding. "Be careful" I said.

At the same time, Reza's phone rang. He also came out to receive a phone call. Meanwhile, I sat in a folding chair next to his mother. Seeing him lying sick, the feeling of mute and mute mixed into one. Although it was only the third time I met him, but I loved him as much as I loved his son.

“Bu, Nara is coming," I whispered. I kissed her hand and gently wiped it, intending to give her strength.

He tried to smile. "I'm sorry, son. So I bothered you all the way from Jakarta to here."

Lo? I'm shaking. "Not at all, Nara did not feel bothered," I said with a sincere heart. "Said I'd like to see Nara. What's up?"

"Mommy wants to ask you to take care of and accompany your Mas. Replace Mom."

"What the hell, Mom...?" Reza who suddenly entered instantly stockpiled. "Reza can take care of Reza himself, no need to trouble Nara."

"What can take care of itself? Look at you, your hair is so long it hasn't been cut? Is that what you call taking care of yourself?"

Eh? Hair cut? Ouch....

I reflexively glanced at Reza with furrowed brows and frowns. Reza who understood my reaction spontaneously gave a wide grin.

"Later Reza cut it a little so it's neat. Just a little bit but, yeah. The thing... Nara also likes Reza's hair a little thick. Yeah, right, sweetie?"

Oh, my goodness...! I just smiled shyly, without daring to say yes, afraid that her mother would disagree with me. And to be honest it's true, I like Reza who's a bit gondrong, because that kind of figure that got me interested in him from the first sight, Reza Rahadian in the mask of an Easterner.

"You call Mbok Tin, ask Mbok to prepare his clothes Aruna. Fear later Nara long enough in Bogor. Also ask to arrange a guest room for Nara. I want to go home soon" he said in a loud and weak voice.

The deg!

Various tastes and thoughts raged in my heart and brain. Her mother didn't know that I was afraid of such things. How can I be comfortable wearing the clothes of a deceased person? Especially when the person died by suicide. How about...

Ah, never mind, I immediately dismissed that thought.

"Easy, Mom," I said. "Nara will be able to go to Nara's tantenya house, near Kok from here. Nara can wash her clothes in there."

Yep, I deliberately did not say can laundry or buy new clothes, afraid Reza's mother judge me arrogant, pretentious rich or wasteful.

"No need. Not good at the meeting later. Let Mbok Tin get ready for it."

"Well, honey, let me not fuss," said the child. She smiles.

"Yes, Nara is following what Mom said," I said according to. I smiled at them.

That afternoon, while Reza was returning home to pick up a change of clothes, a jacket and a blanket, there were some people who came to the hospital to swipe at his mother. Among them are Bu Nurul, a pulmonary woman caretaker, and a girl named Zahra who came with him. I think Zahra is the same age as me, at least a year younger or a year older than me. The parasite is beautiful, she looks like a fairy told in a fairy tale. It's just, it's in the hijab girl version. For some reason, seeing her expression, I felt that she looked surprised when her mother Reza introduced me as Reza's future wife. Her graceful beautiful face seemed to turn lethargic after getting acquainted with me. I feel like he has jealousy in his heart, or is that just my feeling? I don't know.

In addition to introducing me as Reza's future wife, her mother also conveyed her advice so that I would come to the home as often as possible and said if I could be asked to be close to the children there. I don't know if I can or can't fulfill that request, I can only say yes and can't say no. Back then, what came to mind was: when I became part of the Reza family, I had to be willing to take my time to socialize like them. A life far from my life.

When Bu Nurul and Zahra said goodbye and I drove them out, Reza was back in the hospital by chance. Those who had met at the door immediately greeted and asked each other news. When Bu Nurul touched on my marriage to Reza, a jealous look dominated Zahra's face. My eyes were watching every gesture and the facial expression of that girl. His already lethargic face became increasingly dim, engulfed in despair. I know, he's trying to cover it up. But I could see clearly that he was saving flavor for Reza.

"Zahra is beautiful, Mas" I said, moments after Bu Nurul and Zahra said goodbye and walked away. Although not responding, Reza smiled slightly. "You've known each other for a long time?" tanyaku while intending his footsteps into the ward.

"Looks like Zahra has feelings for you." I whispered to Reza who was sitting on the sofa.

He who had just sat back down casually leaned back his body only softly, "I know."

"Know where?"

Again, he smiled. "Mother and Ms. Nurul, they once had the intention to match me with Zahra."

Whats? I'm slack.

"Usually dong...your eyeballs almost out, tuh," he led.

I was the one immediately pinched his arm. "Full story, dong, Mas." Ah, it was like dragging Reza out for a second, so we could talk freely. "You rejected that match, huh? Wh why? She's beautiful, she looks smart, after all she's godly. What a perfect wife!" I said amazed.

Reza just smiled thinly. I remember the movie 3 Hearts of Two Worlds, One Love. Reza Dinata is like the figure of Rosid played by Reza Rahadian, he refused to be betrothed to Nabila played by Arumi Bachsin who is so beautiful and godly because he loves Delia, Laura Basuki. Just like Reza Dinata who rejected Zahra because...

Eh? "It's not because of me, is it?"

"No, I didn't know you at the time. Yeah, Zahra was perfect, so I rejected her, I'm not godly enough for a woman to regret her."

Practically, my forehead shriveled. Sounds cliche. "not good? You don't have to bother educating and guiding him, has he been godly from there?"

"He was a Cairo graduate, a Hafidzah, and he memorized the Qur'an a full book out of his head" Reza said. "I think I'd be ashamed to call myself a priest in front of that pious woman. For I am just a man who memorizes only short surahs, but enough to change the readings to pray your prayers."

I smiled wryly, shame slipping into the heart. If Zahra is ten, then I'm only number one, maybe even minus.

"Don't be a cinder" said Reza, who seemed to know what I was thinking. He rose from a reclining position leaning into a sitting position, then he glanced at his mother who had fallen asleep. Then he looked at me and grabbed my hand with both hands. "You said we're the same, or I'm a little better than you, right? So, since we're the same, we're gonna change together, both trying to be better people."

I forced myself to smile. I'm so sorry to know all this. Let alone faith, physically I lost far compared to Zahra.

"Buck...."

"Emm?"

"It doesn't mean I have to share a husband, does it?" my question is, make Reza's forehead shrivel. "Emm. I'm actually afraid of your call to change, I'm afraid that you're being too godly."

His forehead was getting bumpy the sign he was getting confused by my words. "Why afraid?" He asked back.

I'm throats. "Look, to the point, it's up to you to regret what and want me to regret what. But I will never accept and justify the concept of polygamy, whatever the reason. Although applying the concepts in the name of religion, which he said to save himself from slander, to protect the woman who in fact is a widow or to love her orphaned child, freeing a slave or a slave, even for the sake of demanding offspring like I can not give you offspring, because he said marrying and giving birth to offspring is one way to help religion. And or other reasons. I will never be able to justify such things. I'd be happy if you were a better man. But, do not let it change your mindset in the concept of loyalty. You're just a normal human being who's going to marry me, an ordinary woman. I-i-"

"Shhh..," he hissed, Reza put her index finger on my lips. "Yes, Honey. My love and loyalty is only for you" he assured me. "Your fears are incredible, yes. It even scares you to a man who is too godly."

I'm thieving. "My father was not pious, but he used an alibi to protect widows and their children to justify his polygamy. I just don't think, if it's to protect widows, it doesn't have to be to marry them, right?"

"Dear, honey, listen. Listen to me," said Reza who seemed anxious, of course he was afraid I would reach the height of the panic. "OK, there are many things that we cannot understand with our logic as ordinary humans. We forget all that. We no longer need to talk about pious, godly, and all kinds that lead there. Don't you be afraid, huh? I'll just be loyal to you. Okay?"

I nodded my head firmly, while reassuring myself, it was only my fear. The story of my father's polygamy and infidelity has left a deep mark on my soul. Because I am NOT and will never be the same as those who have above average sincerity.

"Just calm down, I won't dare to beat you up. That's the same as me trying to die, right? You'd kill me if I fucked you."