Forbidden Love On A Full Night
There's Still Flavor

I threw my suitcase and my handbag over the double bed inside my cottage, along with a bag of new clothes I had bought at the souvenir shop. Then, sighing, I sat at the foot of the bed, looking around the room. Although the outside of the cottage is made of wooden logs, the inside looks quite modern. There was a double bed, a dressing table following a mirror, a comfortable and thick-looking chair, a pair of tables with western-style lights, and a set of televisions. I could see a dishwasher and a small refrigerator in the next room.

I stared at the suitcase on the bed and thought of the other two suitcases filled with the brides clothes waiting for me at the hotel where we booked the venue for the reception, and a tight blue suit that would be my traveling outfit. And a red silk dress...

Oh, well, I can't do anything anymore right now. My mother would take those things, which would be waiting for me when I got home, though I didn't know if I still wanted to wear something that would remind me of today's chaos.

For a moment I stared at the colorful tapestry on the floor. My life is exactly like that, my mind. Various colors are strung together into one with no clear shape. What will I tell my parents? What am I going to tell Mr. Reporter? How can I come face to face with my family and friends? My brother would never tell me about the end of all this, especially Pramana. Why would I let everything go this far?

As I shook my head, I kicked my satin-heeled shoes. Judging from the surprised look of the woman who spoke to me in the office earlier, I was the first person to appear on this tourist farm wearing a wedding dress, she said, or at least the first bride to come without a groom by my side. I was lucky there was a cancellation of the place order at the last second, so I could stay here for a while.

I stepped out of the skirt in a lacy and passed the thing on the back of the chair in the corner of the room. Not an easy job, releasing rows of small silk-coated buttons on the back of my dress, but I finally managed to do it. This beautiful dress, my inner self as I unfurled it over the deep skirt earlier, a dress that was exactly what I had dreamed of wearing at the wedding. After removing my veil, I put it on top of my dress.

I stared at the ring on my finger, I felt a tear sting as I took the ring off and put it in the suitcase. Unbind the pretty white garter with the petite pink flowers and put it in the suitcase bag, then take off the stockings and throw it over the dress. While removing the clasp from my hair, I wiggled my head until my hair was loose around my shoulders. And in exchange for everything I took off from my body, I put on the jeans I had bought, took the D'Ranch shirt out of its wrapper and put it on through my head. The woman in the office said that her nephew would go to town every Monday to buy supplies. He said I could go with his niece if I wanted to, to buy more than jeans and souvenir t-shirts, or whatever I needed.

The only footwear available in the souvenir shop is a pair of plastic sandals with a huge striking pink plastic rose flower on top. While wearing it I decided to go outside and take a look. Sooner or later, I had to call home and tell my parents that I was okay, but not now. Right now all I want is to be alone in my grief.

Ughhhh! Poor thing....

While putting the lock of the cottage into the bag of pants, I stepped outside and locked the door behind me.

There seemed to be a lot of people everywhere - some were sitting hanging from the fence to watch cowboys riding wild horses, playing arrow throwing, suffleboarding, and some were playing volleyball, he said, or just sit around in the shade or relax in the afternoon sun.

I'm not going to want to hang out with people or engage in directionless chatter, or worse explain what I'm doing here alone. While circling the back of the cottage, I saw a path that moved away from the farmyard.

The view was beautiful, and for a moment I forgot everything. Stunned by the beauty of nature around me, I followed the path. Crossing the tall trees with silvery leaves that were pierced by the breeze of summer.

When I turned on the trail, I saw another cottage. A large black stallion walked back and forth in a separate stable, sometimes stopping to scavenge the ground or shake his head.

Actually I don't know much about horses except the one I remember a little bit from the riding lessons I learned a few years ago, but this horse is good. Its skin glittered like polished gold, its mane and tail like black silk. The horse snorted and raised its ears as I approached the stables.

"Hey! Get out of there!"

I turned around quickly and felt my blood being sucked from my face when I saw a man wearing only faded blue jeans and a pair of leather sandals stepping over to me from beside the cottage. Tall, full-fledged, and broad-shouldered, the man had brown hair, high cheekbones, a sturdy jaw, a pointed nose. The entire man's skin was smooth, pure white, just as I remembered it. I nearly sighed as the man wore a faded blue shirt, leaving him unbuttoned.

"You? What are you doing here?" myrag. Then I wonder why I should be surprised. I know one of the Ram family members owns this place. Inwardly, didn't I come here hoping to meet that man?

Ram staring. His eyes were sharp like an eagle, dark and furious. "What are you doing here?" ask her in a harsh tone.

"I asked first."

"Well, I don't know that."

Ram grumbled slowly. He must have believed my words and thought that I would not have come to this place if he had known that he was here.

But.duh.I can't stop staring at that guy. Ramana Lingga was already handsome when he was nineteen years old, and now, eight years later, he is much more handsome at his present age: twenty-seven years is approaching twenty-eight years. She's flawless. He had an attractive face, all those sharp shapes and angles, if observed separately, should be mediocre. But there was nothing ordinary on the man's face. Or bodies. The heat spread all over my body. I felt a sudden urge to rub my hand against the chest of the field, to feel if it was as hard and as hard as I remembered, to feel the sun-warm skin of the man under the edges of my fingers. The jeans are very fitting stick to his feet that level like a second layer of skin.

Glegs!

Unknowingly I swallowed. He's riveting....

"Have seen enough?" ask the man insolent. "Or do I have to take off all my clothes?"

Geez, I blushed and practically turned my face away, while the man grinned and I think he's got a big head now. He must have felt it was appropriate and he was used to being stared at like that. Of course, surely he was often invited to date by innumerable women. Lonely women, unhappy married women, teenage girls, rich women or their daughters, seem to be attracted to her. It's not strange that he's caught all of their attention.

"I. I. emm... look at you. Good to see you again, Ram. I must go," I stammered, looking down, I passed by the man.

Oh my God, I can't get that man out of my mind: remembering every day and night we spent together, the time we spent walking under the stars, hand in hand. Every night I go home feeling heavy about being separated....

"Hey."

I stopped walking because I heard his voice, even though I did not turn around.

"I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

I turned around slowly, not really looking at him.

Ram stuck his chin towards the cage. "He's wild," he said. "That horse. He just got arrested. I just don't want you to get hurt."

While nodding, I turned around and walked down the path.

Without looking, I knew the man was watching me until I disappeared from his sight. Perhaps Ram was still like his old self, he admired the way I walked, my hips were swinging, and as he once told me, he loved it when the sun created blue strands in my hair. And what makes me wonder, why does he feel the need to explain his reaction to me? Why does he care what I think?

Awake, Purna. She was so out of no desire to offend the guests, especially a woman like you who she values spoiled and used to complain about not getting what she wants. He must still be like that. Still think that way about you. His attitude is still childish. So, don't you think about it. Okay well? Must okay.

Argha! Why do I have to be so nervous...?