Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Hope

Yep, I was happy. But the next day, it was about seven in the morning, and Mbok Tin and I were surprised to see Reza who had been neatly dressed in his work shirt suit. Her hair is tied up neatly. He's back as cool, handsome, charismatic and understated as ever. He breezed into the kitchen, sat down at the dinner table and ate breakfast, as if everything was fine.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong with me?" tanyanya while fingering her cheeks and jaw.

"Where are you going?" Anxious me approached him. You are not well, Mom. You still need to rest" I said as I checked her temperature with my palm.

"I'm okay," he said. He grabbed my hand, grabbed it, then swept his thumb over the back of my hand. "Don't worry, I'm fine and I'll be fine. Let me go, please? I need to be busy."

I exhaled a sign of surrender, I relented. "OKAY. Then I'll come with."

I was just about to go to my room to get my bag. But Reza intercepted me and held my arm. "Don't worry, I'm fine, okay?"

Well, let's just say it's a rejection, he doesn't want me to go with him. I think he needs space to be alone, without me. I finally let him go. I can't stop it, let alone ban it. It's okay, my mind. Everyone needs space for themselves. Patience Inara.

I forced these lips to smile, though I was worried I was still reluctant to pull over. "alright. If there's anything, let me know quickly. Lunch later do not be late and do not forget to take medicine. Okay?"

Reza put on a smile, then he nodded. "Ready, Boss," he said.

But that afternoon, Reza didn't answer my phone. Instead, he simply sent out a voice note. He asked me not to worry, he was fine he said. But still, I felt the fear waiting for him all day. I'm afraid I'm not playing and I don't know what to do. All day I felt unsettled.

Reza just got home at midnight. I could barely meet him if I was unable to resist my drowsiness. And the next day, he left again, came home again, and tomorrow again, and tomorrow again. He stays that way.

After three days of leaving her like that, I decided to make sure she was okay. And I want to see how he drowns himself in the rush to drive out the sadness in his heart. Without telling Reza first, I left for the restaurant at lunchtime. However, the facts I found were completely incompatible with what I expected. Reza wasn't there.

"Pak Reza came home about three hours ago" Erik said. "But didn't say where to go."

"Sorry, Ma'am," he said. "But for these three days Mr. Reza only came for a moment."

Damn it! I feel lied to, even though Reza actually had time to come to the restaurant every morning. Why didn't he tell me where he was these three days? Part of me was almost mad at him. I want to curse him. But the other part of me told me to hold back, to be patient and understand his attitude without having to fuss. At least he's coming home, he's okay. And she just lost her mother: keep giving her a little understanding.

I'm looking for Reza at the funeral, but Reza's not there either. The tomb guard also did not see him coming three days ago. I tried to find him to the top, I thought he was going to play a gantole, a paragliding, or something that could take him flying and hovering. But people who saw him said he was there a few hours ago.

I was sigh*tired. I was really confused what to do, if I called him, he would not answer my phone and would send me another voice note like the day before. In desperation, I was weighing up looking for Reza to other places, maybe he was playing white water rafting or other games that could trigger adrenaline. But it is impossible for me to come here without certainty, assuming that I will cross paths with him. I finally decided to go home and wait for him at home.

Like three days before, Reza came home at midnight. When he came home, he breezed in as if there had been nothing for the past few days, as if he had actually spent the entire day at the restaurant. Similarly, when she saw me, she kissed me on my forehead, like the nights before, and then went into the room, kept taking a shower. Then he came out of his room for dinner.

"How was it today?" I asked him the same question he first came home three days ago. Reza's answer was the same, he said it was fun and made him feel much better.

Three nights in a row, I deliberately did not interfere too much let alone kepo with his busyness and whatever he did all day, because I was afraid to make him uncomfortable if I asked too much. I think at least he doesn't constantly dissolve in sadness. I never asked much, let alone interrogate him. Therefore, I did not think that it turns out that he spent time outside who did not know where the limb was. If he hadn't covered that up with me, he should have told me everything without me having to ask first.

"Thank you then" I said. I try to be as habitual as possible. I pressed and held desperately the anger in my chest, and then I cleared my throat. "Oh yeah, Mom, by the way, don't you want a story, what's your busy life all day? Hmm?"

Reza seemed stunned at my question. He was silent for a moment, even he had stopped chewing the food that had already entered his mouth. Then he nodded and swallowed his food. "Nothing to tell. My activities at the restaurant were so-so. You know how to do it yourself."

Nyesss. I guess he's starting not to open up to me. Even he seemed to cover up something, or maybe my thoughts were too excessive? I don't know, his attitude confused me, I'm in a dilemma. On the one hand I want to understand, I don't want to fuss with him, but on the other hand I can't lie to myself either, how disappointed I am.

But I admit, between my waves of anger and disappointment, there was still hope shining brightly on my head: a speck of light that would not vanish even if Reza behaved like that to me. And as for that disappointment, I believe it is only temporary, it will gradually turn into a matchless happiness I never imagined. I'm trying -- trying to believe, there's still a lot of good things ahead there, he'll be back as before. And hope - it is not just wishful thinking.