Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Painfully

Finish eating, put my mood aside by focusing on other things. I approached the children who were lined up. This is what is the best part of this event, when children receive gifts. I was moved to see those innocent faces excited to get a gift. Although only in the form of toys and dolls, but the happiness emanated from their faces is so pure, not a contrived expression.

In the parlour, there was a white boy and his hair was kriwil. The boy reminded me of Tirta. He was very happy to get a plane-treatment toy. "I want to be a pilot" he said. I just smiled and guaranteed her goals.

A moment later, my attention was diverted to the beautiful daughter beside Zahra. His hair was black, straight, long, and bangy, the boy was rather fat with slightly yellowish skin. His face looks gloomy. In his hand was a honey teddy bear that was only held hanging at the tips of his fingers.

"Hey, what's your name?" my many.

"My name is Khiala" he said.

"Khalal?"

"Khiara, Ma'am," said Zahra. Turns out the boy was lispy.

"Oh... Khiara," I said. "Beautiful name, beautiful person too."

She smiled praised so. "Tante is also beautiful," she said in praise of me.

"Thank you, Khiara."

"Together, Aunt. Thank you too Auntie said I'm beautiful."

"If aunty can tell, Khiara why are you sitting here? Why not go there?"

I pointed towards the other orphanage children who were engrossed in playing dolls. Khiara shook her head, innocently saying that she was tired of playing with dolls. "Khiala kepingin's got a bike," he whined.

I gulped bitterly. My heart seemed to be slapped by the past. When I was a kid I had a bike, I even had whatever toys I wanted, because I had a place to whine, there were people who loved me and wanted to obey everything I wanted. I just don't have a father - a real father exists.

"Khiara, try Khiara asked Bu Nurul, may, no, Khiara has a bicycle? If Khiara is allowed to have a bicycle, then Auntie will buy it for Khiara. Okay?"

He nodded very excitedly. "Okay, Khiala asked me a boxer."

He hastened too. Can you imagine it? He ran excitedly, with his tiny legs and his funny voice, he was hailing the name of the housekeeper's mother as he ran, as loud and loud as he could. Yeah, they-the kids who grew up in a parlour, not like me or like you who can whine at mom, grandma, oom, auntie, or like you-the kids who have a dad.

I saw Khiara from a distance, I could not hear how she asked or conveyed her wishes to the caretaker. But I could see how excited he was to say what was in his heart. A few minutes after that, Ms. Nurul approached me. He greeted me and kissed my right cheek, then my left cheek. He is a modern person too, I thought.

"How, Ma? Can I give a bike to Khiara?" my many.

Bu Nurul singled out a smile. "Look, son," he said. "Children here have long wanted to have a bike, especially Khiara. But as we know, the name of the children will definitely feel jealous if one of them obeyed his will. So it's best not to. Sorry, yes, son. Not that I forbid good intentions Nak Nara."

I'm nodding. I totally understand the situation. In fact, in the past, small Inara and small blood Ihsan often quarrel because fighting over something, fighting over toys or food, and often do not want to share.

"All right, I get it" I said.

I think I'd like to discuss this with Reza. I looked around the courtyard, but Reza was not there. I don't know where he was at the time.

"Tante, did Auntie buy a bike for Khiala?" ask the little girl expectantly.

At first glance I turned to Bu Nurul with puzzled eyes, what should I say to this little boy-who looks at me expectantly? I can't make him disappointed. "Emm... Auntie call again, will you, honey? Aunty should ask Oom Reza first. But Khiara must be diligent in praying, may Oom Reza agree. Okay?"

"OK," he said. He smiled with excitement, as if confident that he would get the bike he craved.

Well, I had to drive around the parlour to find Reza. If only he hadn't confiscated my phone, I could have asked him where he was going by phone.

I walked through the entrance, past the whitewashed walls and the children's room with the door closed. Then turn and pass through several rooms. There was one room with the door open, the very end of where I was standing, the Baby Room - that was the caption written on the door. I'm going there. And...

Reza and Salsya, with a tiny baby in her arms.

"Can I give Dinata's name to my son-in-law?" Salsya asked Reza. She smiled very very happily as Reza nodded her head in agreement.

Oh my...

I took a step back. I need to get out of this place. The heat is not good. Frowsty. Stuffy. I can't breathe.

"What are you doing here?"

I turned around after barely falling. The sound came from behind me. His voice sounds high.

Kayla's. Kayla who was standing there, she came from the direction of the toilet.

"I-i"

"You have to go."

"Let's!"

Kayla clutched my wrist and pulled me forcefully. I was in a daze, the scene I just witnessed rendered me helpless. L'm...

"Kay!" reza's voice stopped Kayla, but her hand still firmly gripped mine. "Deliver!" said Reza. Kayla also said, along with Salsya who approached us.

Baffled. I need space to myself. "I want to go home" I said. I finally found my voice again. "Please, give me my phone."

Instead of giving me my phone, Reza grabbed my wrist. Just like Kayla did. "You're coming home with me" he said.

"But, Za," said Salsya and Kayla simultaneously.

"I can go home by myself."

"Don't argue." Reza glared at me. "I brought you here, I also have to take you home. No debate!"

I guess actually my position is not too sad, Reza is still trying to keep my feelings. But still, overall - I was the one who got hurt.

"Yes, you go home with Kayla. Remember my message, take good care of yourself and watch your content, okay?"

Ew! Should ya pay attention to him in front of me? I melengos. I hate this scene. Painful. Moreover, the way Salsya and Kayla looked at me, as if I were a filthy, despicable and sinful woman - a woman who had taken hers - her lover.

Though...

You know, right? You know who's hurt?

Yeah, I-I'm the victim of an old, unfinished love.

And you know what? The pain is here, in here - in this heart.

Pain, pain -- no brim.

I want to go home!