Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Ghostlike

I turned my body as fast as lightning. Reza was standing right in front of me with both hands in her pants pocket. He wears a pale pink shirt - short-sleeved. And on his face was a ridiculous wide grin.

"Prepare, change your clothes. Come with me to Bogor" he said.

"I'm not going anywhere with you" I said, just selling expensive while wiping away the tears she had seen.

"You have no choice. Come with me of my own accord, or I'll pick you up and take you out of here."

"This is not your home, and you are nothing. You can't do as you please here. You shitty guy!"

I stared hard at him. I can be very stubborn if I want to, without even trying too hard.

"Come, Honey. Please kind? I just want to ask you for a few hours. After that I'll take you home. I promise."

Not mempan.

"I don't want to, and you have no right to force me. Move over!"

I walked - trying to get through it. But he intercepted me. His sturdy arm immediately wrapped around my waist so I reflexively clung to his shoulder. He hissed with the pain, the grip of my hand accidentally hitting his wound.

"It's okay" he said. "I'm strong."

I immediately looked away and heard him say that damn sentence. "Free. You are just physically strong. But heart? Weak, mushy, coward!"

"Please, trust me. I didn't really make that promise to Salsya, not at all from the heart."

Fuck'em. "Ter-se-rah! I don't care at all. So, please let me go."

"OK," he said shortly after sigh*. "Can't we just forget for a second what happened? Today is April one. I'm taking you to the parlor. There's a thanksgiving there, an annual event."

Practically my forehead shriveled. "Why are you taking me? It has nothing to do with me, right?"

"There," he said. Then he took out a letter, a will from his mother. "Mom wants you to take his place to take care of the home, take the time and give attention to the children there, just a little."

I fell silent, I could not resist because it was the request of his late mother. His mother had indeed conveyed her request directly to me when she was in the hospital. But at that time I just said yes because I thought I would be part of their family. But now?

"Please? Please. This time, don't refuse. How about next, you can think about it later. Yea? I beg?"

Hmm. I took a deep breath. "All right!" I said while trying to look very annoyed. "Can you let me go now? I have to get ready."

And. a few minutes later...

"I was only present as a guest, right? I mean I don't have to do anything?" my many. Obviously I feel anxious, because I am not a girl who is good at socializing.

Reza shook his head while smiling a sweet smile. I immediately looked up, pretending not to be affected in the slightest by the smile. I honestly miss half of what's on him. "Casual, you just need to get closer to the children of the orphanage and some administrators there. This isn't a formal event anyway."

"Why don't you take Salsya?"

"Darling... Don't talk about this, will you?"

"Why? She's your future wife."

"Already, dong. Our mood will be bad."

"Well? It's the reality of it."

"Please, don't talk about it again. Okay, Honey?:

"Can't you please don't call me darling?"

Reza smiled again. But this time it's a shitty smile. "All right, my future wife."

"Whatever. And please don't talk sweetly to me while you can't be firm."

Just kontan, those words made him wry. He got hurt hearing that, I know. But that's exactly what I said. I want him hurt, right in his heart. I want to repay my heartache for his indecisive attitude.

By the way, don't think that I'm wearing a long hijab that wraps around my body from toe to head. No. gabe. I was just wearing a regular dress, with buttons on the front. Three-quarters long and up to the ankles, the pink color is slightly lighter than the shirt Reza wears. And, I just wear a veil and dress normally. Intentionally, I don't want to look beautiful in front of Reza. I didn't want her to think that I was dressing up specifically to spend the day with her.

But when we arrived at the home, I regretted it. Because, Reza's friends who are also permanent donors in the orphanage also attended the ceremony. In fact, Reza continued to introduce me as his future wife, which is why I regretted, I should have dressed up more so that he would be more proud when he introduced me to them.

"So when will your relationship be formalized?" tanya Bagus, a thick-bodied man with a thick Javanese accent.

Reza smiled thinly. "Fastly," he answered. He seems confident and pessimistic. Convinced that only an Inara - the only woman he wants to marry. But he's pessimistic about the timing, he's not saying two more days we're getting married. That's when I became a planner. Naively. I was disappointed that Reza lost faith in marrying me on the day she set, but I would not continue the marriage if she did not come to Salsya.

"Don't take too long, Brother, women need reassurance" said Ferdy, one of his friends.

I think it's true. "Yeah," timpalm. "No woman likes to linger in an unclear relationship."

At first I wanted to prolong my babble, but I paled my intention because Reza looked at me with eyes as if to say, "Darling, this is not the right place and time to say stupid things."

But I'm happy for Ferdy's words, let Reza feel like he's been stabbed plus pinched in his heart. Let him be encouraged to quickly clean up his old love affairs like ghosts. It's true, isn't it? Salsya is like a ghost. Indeed physically she is as beautiful as Korean girls who often appear on the television screen. But he is like a ghost. Scary. He kept haunting me, wandering and destroying the love I just built with Reza.

Eh? I immediately turned to the source of the familiar voice. Zahra, he's approaching us. As the organizer of the event, he invited us to sit in the seat of honor. You know, right, I mean? The front row of seats that are always devoted to guests who are considered very important.

At that time I had a very clear look -- the way Zahra looked at Reza, a loving look, just like when Reza was looking at me. But strangely enough, I was not jealous in the slightest, perhaps because Zahra was not like Salsya who justified any means of possessing Reza. I appreciate Zahra completely. I pay respect to a sincere love like the love he has.

"Come on," said Reza. He hinted at me to cling to his arm, walking by his side affectionately.

Well, I forced myself to smile. "This is just to save you from embarrassment" I said. "Don't think I've forgiven you."

"All right, Wife Candidate. Whatever you say, it doesn't matter."

It sucks! Sweetest!

We walked together and sat down in the chair provided. I sat down nervously and anxiously. Before this, I had never been among high-caste people. Who am I, oruh?

The ceremony was held in a large courtyard, in front of the main building of the orphanage. As Reza said, it was not a formal event, just a regular Thanksgiving event held every year, every April one - the day of the establishment of the orphanage as well as the birthday of his mother Reza, which is also the birthday of children who do not have an identity when entrusted there.

Especially this year, because they - all the people who have been in close contact with the Dinata family, he said, people who have just lost a precious female figure to them - so this year's special event is filled with memorable speeches from people who love the figure of Ratna Dinata. They said a word or two. Everyone who comes forward to speak gives a sad personal interpretation of his life outline and what makes his house special.

I honestly didn't pay much attention to the speeches, because my attention was focused on Reza, even though what they were saying was beautiful things, but it is still too painful to listen intently to all those memories. Especially for Reza, the only child who now lives a kara. In those moments, with teary eyes, Reza took my hand, so that the tiny hand was shrouded in her hand. And in such circumstances, I do not until the heart draws my hand from it, whether forced or not, which I shall certainly allow. And, at that very moment Kayla sent me a messenger.

》As his future wife, Salsya should be there, sitting next to Reza. Not another woman.

I looked back, I saw Salsya and Kayla were there, in the back row. It seems they just came.

"Why?" Reza asked me, a moment after I had a wiggle looking back.

"Kayla sent a messenger message" I said. I purposely gave my phone. I wonder how Reza reacted to that.

"Not to be digubris. They were just uninvited guests" he said. Then he put my phone in his shirt pocket. "I'll give it back later when we get home."

Yeah, well, that's pretty good, than she followed Kayla's will to change my place to Salsya's. Really, I can't imagine if that happened. The shame!

After everyone was done with his speech, the next event was a joint prayer led by an old man, probably over sixty years old. I had seen him on that last night, and I just found out lately that he was Zahra's father. Without having to ask or examine more deeply, just by looking at his appearance you will know that he is a kiai. My heart is envious, Zahra must be very proud to have a father. Naturally Zahra could regret that, I thought.

The next series of events is a joint lunch event. Lunch in buffet style. That's when Salsya approached Reza, we hadn't even lined up to pick up food yet.

"Hi" said. "You're here as well, Ra."

I just nodded.

"Yes" replied Reza. "Amanah from her mother, before she died she conveyed her request to Nara."

Salsya mangosteen, mouth forming O round. While I was silent with a grimacing heart. It actually sounded special to get a special trust from her mother for me to attend the event, but hearing Reza say it was a reason: it sounded sad, it sounded sad, as if my presence wasn't at all because of Reza-not Reza's hopes and desires. Even if it's not really, I know. But I cannot dismiss the impressions that appear to those who hear them.

"Oh yeah, you should take a break, why come here?" Reza asked Salsya.

"It's good that Salsya is healthy and can enter work today" said Erik. "After the back requires extra energy. Come on, come with me."

"What the fuck, anyway, you?" Kayla chimed in, she was angry at Erik and glared at him. "Didn't you know? Salsya it-"

"Kay," cut Reza. "Don't bring personal business here. If Salsya's still unwell, you can take her home."

Kayla was speechless and her face immediately looked sour. Similarly to Salsya, I know they do not accept Reza's attitude, and I also know Reza deliberately behaved like that to keep my feelings in check. I was overwhelmed, a little. But the rest - - the whole scene is so sickening, the scene between the actor and the man you know and you can judge for yourself, Reza is not entirely strict with Salsya.

"Again to think about what?" tanyakanya. He saw me daydreaming after Salsya and Kayla had run away from us.

I put my shoulders down. "I'm remembering our togetherness when we were in Bali, on the ship. Buffet-style dishes, like this."

"Want to do it again? Like that time, I'm willing to get you a lot of food."

"No way," I said, shaking. "I had a good time with my future husband. If now? With who?"

"Whatever you think. But you are still my future wife. Sooner or later I will marry you. Don't think I'm gonna let you go."

I look at him not like. He could have said that but he put me in an unclear relationship. A messed up relationship.

"I'm not a slave you can treat at will" I said.

"Who thinks you're a slave? I think of you as a queen, from my point of view -- my treatment of you is special, not arbitrary."

"Whatever, what do you think," I said. "But by the way, today you must be happy and feel proud, to be among the three women who love you in the same place and time."

She shook her head. "Absolutely not. The only comfortable place is by your side. With you."

I smiled wryly. Reza was unceasingly sweet. Doesn't he understand, I don't feel at all comfortable as long as Salsya is among us? Like a ghost yany keeps swaying.

He's messing with my feelings. I'm sick.