Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

My First Kiss

Ever since I got used to being alone on my travels, I've gotten used to starting the day without breakfast. Just cleaning, bathing, dressing, and busying myself with my writings. But that morning my fingers stopped when I heard someone knocking on my door. It was nine in the morning. I also put my laptop.

"Hi" Reza said as I opened the door.

"It's not like you're home today, is it?"

"should."

"Kok is still here?"

"I changed my mind, I still want to be here, so I can stay with you" he said.

Hoaaa.. don't get me wrong, Nara!

"This, for lunch." He was giving plastic with food.

I also welcomed him with joy. "Thank you."

"Not allowed in?"

"Mmm... sori, next time, huh? I'm busy."

"It's ok. Then I'll go home. Excuse me," he said.

Pity. He left with a disappointed face.

"Cieee. Just kidding, I'm."

Hearing my words he immediately turned around and...

"Geliiii..," I cried.

Yep, Reza attacked me with a tickle. Suddenly I stepped back, to the point of making me and him fall over. Luckily I had my bed thick enough on the floor, at least protecting me from the pain of a fall. I thought he would stop tickling me, apparently not, he kept tickling my waist, and it became more and more because he realized that I had to hold my voice so as not to disturb the next room.

Reza stopped after a few minutes. Instead of getting up, he looked fixedly at me who was still rolling under him. My breath was irregular because of his ignorance, and increasingly irregular because of our tight position. Our faces were only a small distance away, I could feel her breath on my face. And without me noticing, in just a few seconds, there was already no distance between us at all.

Oh my. this...

Anxiety raged in my mind as her lips touched mine. My blood rippled, my heartbeats pounding, there was a strange thumping feeling seeping through my body. The touch of the lips gave rise to a vibration sensation that was more powerful than before. If only he was my girlfriend, maybe I'd get back and enjoy the kiss. But the consciousness buzzed in my brain, my common sense defied, I turned my face after a few tens of seconds our lips touched.

"Sorry," he said. His voice was barely audible. Then he sat down, remained there, without shifting, and without taking a step.

I sat next to her, tidying up my slightly messy clothes and hair. We sat quietly for a long time. In that stillness I held my lips with my teeth, to hold my smile, and to cover the nervousness I felt. Sometimes I close my mouth with my hands and fingers. I'm ashamed, my cheeks are red. Fortunately, the door to my room was closed and no roommates saw what had just happened. Otherwise, oh.. would I put where my face is?

Ah.. The pounding in my heart never subsides. Nervous acute.

Of course, I'm not angry. I nodded my head, the movement of my mouth saying yes, but my voice was not heard. I didn't even hear my own voice. Huh!

And, a moment later Reza turned the position facing me. "Seriously, don't get angry, please?" her door. He held one hand. "I don't mean to fuck with you. Pardon?"

I smiled sincerely: to calm her down and reassure her that I was not angry with her at all. Then he smiled. Implied an expression of relief that he did not lose me. I don't know, maybe I'm the one who's overconfident.

I took the plastic containing food that Reza brought that had fallen. There were two bottles of greentea inside. The same drink he bought yesterday. I've known since then that it was her favorite drink. I took out the food and drink and put it on a small table beside my bed, a table that students often use to do PR. I bought it at the market not far from the boarding house. Then I asked him if he wanted to eat right then and there. He said later, wait for lunch. A moment later, he looked around the three-by-three-meter sized room.

"Why?" my many.

"You're at home?"

"Sap. I'm a wanderer, not a mama's son who has to live with luxurious amenities" I said.

He nodded his head. After that his attention was focused on the plastic map that I had taken to Dinata Resto, Bogor. "If it's not wrong, the map is a sketch of the house."

Apparently he still remembers. I also agree. He asked permission to see it. Observing those four sketch sheets, he smiled. But I couldn't catch the meaning of her smile back then.

"If you don't mind, can you explain in detail and detail?"

I also fulfilled his request, explaining at length until my mouth felt dry.

"Actually it's not worth calling a house sketch. It's more like a scribble" I said. "Inspiration from the concept of houses from various films, from various descriptions in the novel, as well... mmm... what, huh? It's hard to explain with words."

Reza raised her eyebrows, I meant that she asked me my point, and waited for me to continue my explanation.

"So, I have one favorite novel, God-shaped Hole, Lover of Dreams, by Tiffanie DeBartolo. In the novel, the author tells the main character has a desire to make love under the stars. Yeah, it's possible that overseas would be wherever they are. While if for us in Indonesia, it feels impossible, can be raided if making love in the open, at least afraid and unfortunate if anyone sees. So, yes, I have a mind - if you want to make love under the stars, it means we have to have a high attic, a high house, that doesn't allow others to see what we're doing up there. Hence, in the sketch was a rooftop on the fourth floor, the source of his inspiration from it."

I explained at length, but Reza instead chuckled at my explanation. That's why I beat him with a pillow in my hand.

A moment later he glanced at me and smiled mischievously. "I wonder what it's like to make love under the stars?"

"Hurry to get married, so you can feel and not be curious anymore. Yeah, just don't turn it around with your ex-boyfriend." I put on a smile.

He threw himself into the bed a few seconds later. "This is also being fought. Hopefully a soul mate."

"Aamiin," I said. "Learning from experience, yes, you must quickly take the heart of his family, do not let you fail again. Kan in vain, spent a long time courting with his son, but. uh, instead ended sad ending. Ewww...."

He just smiled and said okay. His eyes stared upwards, like sword eyes capable of piercing the ceiling of that small room. "Later in the afternoon we take another walk, huh?"

"Can. But today it's your turn to tell, whatever about what, about your first love that ended up running aground too. Today I'm playing a good listener, okay? No debate."

He gave a thumbs up and did not respond again afterwards. For a few minutes, he was still like a charmer. Not long after, his eyes were already closed as I looked back at him. In the meantime, I re-immersed myself in my writings.