Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Coral Frescence

I asked Ihsan to pick me up. At that time he took Aarin with him. Before returning to Jakarta, we stopped by Reza's house for a bit to pick up my things. I thought after that day I would never go back to that house again.

"Wait here. Don't run away" Ihsan said to me. Then he told Aarin to take care of me. "Call me immediately if he tries to escape. Let me break his legs."

I did not comment on Ihsan's words, nor did I intend to escape because I knew Ihsan could definitely handle the situation, and he would not let Reza meet me in such a state.

Ihsan had been in there for quite a while, I knew he must have been figuring out what was really going on. As he exited, Reza followed him. She had already changed into a plain shirt with no arms, and the wound on her shoulder had been neatly bandaged, I was relieved, she had already treated the wound.

"Wanna see him?" ask Aarin.

I shook my head even though I really wanted to see him, apologizing for hurting him. But I'm too cowardly, my heart aches as if it's bothering me to stay in place.

Upon Ihsan's return, he immediately told her what had happened - - according to the explanation Reza had told him. He turned his body to face me who was sitting in the back seat. "Mas Reza said he was after you, but lost track. And he said he didn't lie at all, he did go to the hospital, but it turned out that Salsya had been taken home by Kayla. That's why Mas Reza met Salsya at Kayla's house. When Mas Reza got there, he saw Salsya free-falling from the top floor. Mas Reza tried to persuade Salsya to abandon her intentions. But, yes so, he instead asked Mas Reza to marry him. So Mas Reza had to promise. But he said he didn't mean it. He's just-"

"Whatever," cut me. "He had only two options, save Salsya at my expense, or defend me and let Salsya die, even if he did not pretend. I think they're the right combination, a woman full of pretense and a weak man gullible to crocodile tears."

Aarin. "Perhaps it's best to talk first, ma'am."

I'm shaking. "We're going straight back to Jakarta."

Aarin rested his body in the passenger seat, along with Ihsan who started to start the starter and drove his car to the road. While I stared out the window, looking at the scene that passed by with tears that continued to obscure my gaze. I know, Reza must still be standing there until he really did not see any more Ihsan's car parked in front of his house.

I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore. Goodby.

Yeah, my heart hurts. Like a bored wanderer, now I'm back home. In my mother's arms.

"Mother misses you" he said as he welcomed my return. He hugged me, took me in his arms and led me to my room. As soon as we entered the room, my mother placed her hand on my shoulder. "Mother knows Nara is a strong girl" he said. "Everything will be fine."

I nodded and smiled a smile that looked strong.

"Want you get something?" tanyakanya. "Anything."

I'm shaking. "No need," I said.

My mother looked at me for a long time without saying anything, her eyes glazed over. I held out my hand and held her hand. "Nara's fine, Bund. Nara's gonna take a shower, Nara's coming down. Nara's hungry, not having lunch yet" I added - trying to show that I'm okay.

"OK," he said. Then he cupped my face and kissed me on my forehead. "Mother wait at the dinner table."

I nodded and continued to smile until my mother left the room, then I lay down my body on the bed and exhaled softly. I tried to rethink everything Ihsan explained to me, about the true events - - which Reza told him. And in the end, for me, it remains, Reza is the guilty one. I warned him from the beginning, don't give Salsya any chance of coming back into her life. This is what I fear, where a woman "puppets" to take advantage of a man's compassion for her. And, yeah - I'm the victim - me again.

I took my phone out of my bag, I deleted all Reza's photos from the social media accounts I had. Then I replaced all my profile pictures with old ones, photos of when I was twelve. I want to be like twelve years ago, I am able to set my heart from destruction - destruction caused by a man who should have meant so much in my life.

I don't know what I really want, nor do I know if my decision is right. But I don't want to let myself continue to put hope in a man who can't keep his word. I don't want to let myself dissolve into a love that's not clear how it ends - a love that makes this heart ache inside. Who would want to be treated like this? I don't want to live in uncertainty.

I had finished my bath and had changed clothes when my mother called me down for lunch. When I got down, my mother, Ihsan, and Aarin were already sitting at the dinner table. I feel guilty because they sacrificed time just to wait for me. "Thank you for waiting for me. But that shouldn't be necessary" I said.

"In these circumstances, togetherness is important" my mother said.

Actually I was losing my taste, but I had to keep eating, there was no point in torturing myself, while Salsya nun was far away there celebrating victory.

"Do you believe what Mas Reza said?" my many.

"Believe," he said. "Why? You don't believe it?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Cut the broccoli with a fork and keep eating. "If you were in his position, what would you do?"

My mother and Ihsan exchanged glances, even Aarin suddenly stopped chewing. "Maybe I will do the same," Ihsan replied.

Aarin choking. He was like a fish that needed water. Ihsan gave him some water and Aarin drank it straight from Ihsan's hand.

"Uuuh. so sweet..," I cried.

My mother just smiled faintly, the discomfort controlling her. But he would never show his fragility in front of us.

"Take it easy," Ihsan said to Aarin. "That's just a supposition. After all, a little bit of lying to save two lives at once, that's okay, right?"

No. gabe. I don't agree. "His logic, if indeed Salsya wanted to end her life, she could have done it before Mas Reza got there, or she could have crashed herself in the street while she was out of the hospital. Aye, right? It was too coincidental if he did it when Mas Reza walked into that house."

"Nobody knows the truth" my mother said. "What Reza's doing, maybe that's for the best."

I mendesa*. "He's knocking himself out. That's right -- he shouldn't have gone there," I said without taking my eyes off my plate.

"You know how, everything has happened," Ihsan said after chugging the drink.

I'm nodding. "Yeah, it's happening." Then silent for a moment, my eyes were fixed on the knife in front of me. "I should have put that knife on myself. Keep pretending to be in pain, and... No." I'm shaking. "Where can I be like that. You idiot!"

Oh, my God, I just kept my mouth shut. Everyone looked at me, dumbfounded. I know my mom got hurt hearing that.

"Come on... Ignore my chirping. How could I hurt myself." I took off the fork and touched my mother's arm. "That's not my way, I wouldn't risk my pride just to be loved."

My mother smiled faintly, pretending to smile. "Repeat your food and get some rest. Stop talking about silly stuff like this."

"Okay," I said. Then I showed him a fake smile.

When lunch was over and I went back to my room, there were a lot of incoming messages on my phone. Especially in whatsapp group The Fantastic Eleven. Everything started by Raheel, he screenshotted my facebook status and sent it to whatsapp group.

Loving you is like walking in a labyrinth.

Wasting my time just to get lost.

The two sentences made everyone ask what was and how about my wedding plan which should be held in six days.

Six more days? Never mind. Forgetit. Marriage is impossible.

And actually I didn't read or pay attention to the whole chat in the group, but for sure I know, Ari - the only one who didn't ask questions, he said, he was the only one who explained what had happened. Reza Defender Front, that's how I call him.

I'm turning off my phone. Instead of taking my laptop, I could write more as my heart aches. It's time to finish my writing.

Because this is me, though I cry in solitude, but that hurt will not kill me - I will not let that destruction destroy me. I have a strong soul-and I'm a rock.