Forbidden Love On A Full Night
The Extraordinary Day

I woke up at dawn. While lying down, I realized the first thing that came to my mind was Ram. I spent a few pleasant minutes imagining Ram curling up under the blanket with one hand hugging my body, with messy hair and naturally scented warm skin. I let myself imagine what it would be like to sneak into the guest room and hug Ram in nudity. To vent my desires and passions on such a stocky body was like yesterday. Will he welcome me, or run out of the house out of fear of being known to people - the rest of the house? As my longing body was barely able to resist that urge, I removed Ram's shadow from my mind. Just continue to be grateful that my beloved lover is now here. I can't forget the moment my heart was pounding just by looking at her reflection in the glass as she stood behind me yesterday. No other man could comfort me like Ram did. And now he's here in this house. Does he remember the first time he came to this house? At that moment, he felt very uncomfortable. How's she feeling now? Can he sleep well last night? Can he ignore the differences between us? Does seeing where and how I live keep him away? Suddenly it came to my mind a vivid picture of his hometown. What if Ram changed his mind: what if he asked me to marry him and live with him there? Can I do it?

I looked around my bedroom. This room is dominated by green and white. I have a soft bed and a warm blanket. The color of the curtains and bedcovers and blankets are in line with the color of the wall coating, soothing green leaves. On the floor lay a thick dark green carpet. My bedroom is equipped with a heating device, and, also, AC to cool the room. I have dozens of pairs of branded shoes at exorbitant prices, two huge cabinets filled with clothes, as well as a new car every year. I was served by a waiter, a cook who prepared dishes at my request, and living with parents who love me so much and always pamper me - which I knew I had to leave for Ram.

If only my father and my lover could accept each other's advantages and disadvantages, how perfect my life, my mind while getting out of bed. I took a shower, dressed and went to the guest room.

There, Ram was perched in the window, staring at the vast expanse of green lawns before him, and muttering, "This is all beyond your means, Ram. How could it be."

"Why do you say that?"

Ram cursed softly, irritated that he had lost his sharpness, this time he did not notice when I slipped closer to him like that. Then she was stunned as she watched me: in a pink knee-length dress, looking graceful and as fresh as a meadow flower. With her hair down to her back, which she always liked when I walked her like that.

But, well, I know, Ram still can't cover his feelings, he feels uncomfortable and feels like a prisoner. Otherwise, he would not have walked back and forth in that room. He felt unwelcome, therefore, even though he had taken a bath and was tidy, he did not go downstairs and make a cup of coffee. It was indeed not a good idea to do considering there was a possibility that he would be accused of crossing the line if doing so, he would also be reluctant to explain his existence to my eldest brother. So he just stared out the window. From where he stood, he could see a tennis court, a large swimming pool following a jacuzzi and fountain, a courtyard that looked like green velvet, a well-preserved flower garden, some fruit trees, and a pendopo.

I shook my head, looking at the man with an outspoken look. "Well?"

"I don't deserve to be here."

I grunt. "That again. Aren't you tired of talking about it all the time?"

I feel a little irritated. In the past, it has been a constant debate between us, Ram's stubborn belief that differences in background and beliefs will always separate us.

Ram shook his head, a wry smile made one corner of his lips lift. "You really don't understand, do you?"

I removed the distance between us and tucked my arm around his neck. "Love conquers everything. We can do it."

Ram diran* in disbelief in a low tone. "Life is not a fairy tale, dear." He cupped the nape of my neck, loving the taste of the soft silk strands wrapped around his fingers as he slipped his fingers into my hair.

"I believe in a happy ending" I said, smiling at him. "You've touched me and you're crazy about me, you have to take responsibility, right?" I'm a silly grin. "Especially if I get pregnant later, you can't escape me. You have to take responsibility."

Ram almost chuckled. "Who wants to escape? Hm? It never will. But, yeah, I don't want to risk your family's honor. If you get pregnant, I'll take it as a blessing. The most beautiful gift on a full night" he whispered. "No one can stop me from marrying you without your blessing. That means I will have a reason that no one will be able to resist. Including your father."

"Well, then may I get pregnant right away. May the seed of your love grow in my womb." I tiptoed, my arms tightly coiled around his neck. With the beauty of her chest clung to her, soft and warm, and the rome of the perfume I believed tickled her nose. He pulled me closer, one hand cupped my buttocks, stuck our bodies from the shoulder to the thigh. Feeling as powerless to resist the temptation of my lips as he was unable to resist the next breath, he kissed me - kissing me until I wanted more than a kiss. I'm melting, uuuuh....

But eventually he distanced himself. "I'm afraid you're unhappy about being married to a poor man like me."

I punched his arm. "You're not a poor man, you know!"

Ram made a gesture pointing at the house and grounds before him. "Yes, I'm poor compared to all this."

"Suell up." I exhaled an irritated breath. "You can live me and love me, that's enough for me. That's all."

Ram mengeran* slowly. "Purna, dear...."

"Don't start" I warned. "I don't want to hear about how inappropriate you are to me, or all the nonsense that comes out of your mouth whenever things start to get serious between us. I don't want to."

Ram looked up for a moment and then stared fixedly at my two eyes. "I'm afraid to disappoint you. I don't want you to leave everything you have here in order to be with me. I don't want to sit in front of you a hundred years from now and watch you hate me for not being able to give you the life you used to enjoy."

"Mas-"

He put his finger on my lips. "Listen to me carefully. The farm will be mine someday because my aunt has no one else to inherit the farm, but it won't make me rich, unlike your rich father. I'll never be able to take you on vacation to Europe, or buy you a new car every year-"

"That's not important."

"really?"

"Totally true."

Ram looked around the room and the spacious grounds that surrounded it, the tennis court, the swimming pool, and the garage that contained several luxury cars.

"Are you sure? You've seen where I live, a cottage with four rooms. Can you tell me honestly that you would be happy living there? Even my place isn't big enough to hold half your clothing collection."

I laughed softly. "Oh, Mas... I think the question now is will you bear to live with me? That's, right, your question?"

That's a good question, but Ram doesn't have the answer. We both had to be careful to avoid the word love, even though we had to go around in circles.

"Somehow we're going to deal with it" Ram said. He smiled at me. "If you can bear to marry a man who has nothing, I guess I'll have to find a way to fit in with the woman who has everything."

I wish he could, because I'm not sure I'm capable of releasing him now that I've found him again.

"Now come on, let's have breakfast. I'm starving."

"You can't cook." Ram looked at me with a strange look.

"It sucks!" I grunt. "I can't cook" I said, holding her hand. "Come on."

He was like a helpless man as I dragged him forcefully into the dining room and sat in front of almost a table full of various dishes.

"Where are the rest of your family?" ask Ram.

"Maybe still be asleep. It's not even eight." Now."

"yeah. So, what are you doing this early in the morning, miss?"

"I heard you pacing around and I thought maybe you were hungry, or at least needed caffeine."

Staring from above the lip of his coffee cup, Ram nodded. "The right decision. I need you."

"I'm in your cup, breathe."

"Well." He smiled broadly. "Sweet and warming."

"And that's me. Right, right?"

"Yeah, unfortunately now we're here."

"You complaining?"

"Not really. But if we're in the cabin, I can feel you completely."

Suddenly I blushed in embarrassment, clearly remembering the moment yesterday morning that was so warm, and that memory finally made us both enjoy breakfast in warmth.

"What would your mother say if she knew I was staying here?" ask Ram after feeling enough with his breakfast menu.

And I don't like that. He started again!

"Eitherway. I know Kak Pram won't like it, but I don't think Mama will care. He always liked you."

Ram raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe not at first" I said. "Emm... How long can you stay?"

Ram shrugs his shoulders. "As long as you need."

I smiled at him, and that smile immediately touched his heart, I guess. "Then you will never go home. I always needed you. Always."

The new Ram will grab my hand, then pull his hand back as Pramana enters the room. My eldest brother suddenly stopped his steps, his eyes narrowed as soon as he saw Ram at the dining table. "What's he doing here?" He spoke to me even though his gaze was fixed on my lover.

"He's here at my invitation."

"Did Mama know?"

"Of course Mama knows," said my mother.

We all turned our heads as my mother stepped into the room with my uncle and aunt. Ram was about to stand up, but my mother shook her hand and took a seat next to me, followed by my uncle and aunt joining the dinner table.

"Sit down, Pram, and stop acting like people don't know what to do."

Pramana said, she did what my mother told her to do, albeit with an irritated expression.

"How does Mom feel now?" my many.

"better. The hospital just called. They're gonna move Papa to the hospital this morning."

"Thank God. That's a relief." I grabbed my mother's hand and squeezed it. "I'm sure Papa will be back to health as before."

At that moment one of the maids came in, carrying a tray full of sealed plates. A moment later, my sister-in-law and her children rushed in.

I caught Ram's gaze. "How about we go to the hospital first?"

He's nodding.

"All right, we'll catch up" my mother said. "Be careful, dear." Then he looked at Ram. "Don't speed it up."

At the hospital we waited for my family in the hospital yard, and headed straight to my father's hospital room after everything arrived. The clock opened a few minutes ago. Ram waited in the waiting room. One thing is certain - my father did not want to meet him. Just knowing that Ram was in the building might make his illness recur. I don't want to take any chances, at least not for now.

Upon entering the room, I was so shocked to see that Mr. Hartawan was already inside. He greeted my mother and took her to sit next to my father, then greeted the rest of my family. As he walked back to bed, he smiled at my father and mother, and everyone chatted about my father's health - and I felt like I wasn't in it.

Realizing my condition, my father looked at me, then looked at Mr. Reporter. "Have you two solved your problems?"

"Don't now, Pa," interrupted my mother. While bending over, he removed the strand of hair from my father's forehead.

I looked at Mr. Reporter standing by my father's bedside as if he had a right to be there, more than I had a right to be. For the first time in my entire life, I felt as if I was standing outside observing the families of others. My father returned my arms when I first arrived, I was sure of that, but my father's attitude was cold, the atmosphere between us became tense given our last conversation.

I suddenly got up, feeling the need to get out of that place, get away from them.

"Where are you going, honey?" ask my mother while looking up.

I bowed listlessly. "Too crowded here. I think I need to get out for a few minutes."

My mother nodded towards me with a familiar expression.

I gotta get out. Imminent. I approached the bed and re-rema* my father's arm. "See you later, Pa."

My father nodded despite not saying anything to me - but when Mr. Reporter was also about to leave the room, he smiled sincerely and muttered thank you and caution to the man. Feeling jealous, I left the room. Closing the door behind me, I stood there stunned for a few moments, took a deep breath, then stepped foot.

I kept walking and found my lover at the end of the corridor, looking out the window. Just looking at that handsome man keeps my entire senses awake. My heart beats faster, my skin warms, and my stomach churns.

Ram must have seen my reflection in the glass because he turned around slowly as I approached. His gaze followed me, then frowned. "What's wrong? Did something bad happen...?"

"No. Everything's good." I moved into Ram's arms and placed my cheek on his chest.

Ram's hand spontaneously rubbed my hair. "What's up, honey? Something wrong?"

"I don't know how to explain it. I was sitting there, looking around me, and then...." I shrugged my shoulders. "Eitherway. I watched my father and my brother, and suddenly I felt like I didn't deserve to be there. I watched them and they all seemed foreign, all of them, except my mother, and suddenly I felt like I had to find you." I wrapped my finger around Ram's arm, feeling confident in the familiar power I felt there. "Yesterday I heard Kak Pram talking about his business and the progress he made, and then I saw Kak Niki's face, and I knew, and I knew, she was thinking she wanted less money and more time from her husband. And I knew right then and there what my mom was trying to tell me on my wedding day, when she said that... That Mr. Reporter will never make me happy, that in this life there are more things than money can buy, and...." I looked at Ram. "I love you. Love what matters."

"Dear." Ram hugged me tighter.

"Come on, get out of here," I asked.

"You sure?"

"Yes. I need to get out of here for a second."

"Alright," he said.

We were waiting for the elevator when Mr. Reporter showed up behind us. He halted his steps as soon as he saw Ram, and the two men looked at each other within about two meters above the gray black cherubin. I looked at Ram, then at the man, and prayed for the elevator to come.

"What are you doing here?" the man asked as he looked at Ram from top to bottom with a condescending expression, as if he had just found a caterpillar in his salad.

And I'm horrified.

"In company of my beloved" said Ram by putting pressure on my beloved. "What are you doing here?"

Mr. Hartawan humbled condescendingly. "He's not your lover, and he'll never be your lover."

"really? As I recall, last night she came home with me. Or should I say, I'm going home with him. And now,"- Ram raises and shows his hand holding me -- "can see this clearly, right?"

The man's face paled and turned crimson upon hearing those words fiercely hitting his target, sharp and sharp like an arrow.

Ram chuckled softly. "Truly desperate," he murmured.

"Well, Purna, I can't believe this is the reason you left me" said Mr. Hartawan in a mocking tone. "Marlboro Man is passionate."

God, I'm really tired of this situation.

"Your father probably won't acknowledge you as a child if you marry this bastard. Then what are you gonna do? Living in a poor area like a backward village, and giving birth to dozens of children of ill-blooded and criminal character?"

Ram's jaw muscles tighten.

"Mas! Oh God!" I glanced around, realizing that the nurse room was only a few meters away.

"Let me handle that." Slowly and deliberately, Ram pushed me behind him. "My mother lives in a poor village. And you owe him an apology."

"I'm sorry? Heh! She's a seductress," she tipped me, and then she pulled me, her fingertips pressed against my arm. "Tell him to get out of here."

Gee whiz....

"Let go! You hurt me."

"Take him off" Ram said in a soft feigned tone."

"Their own business, you bastard doesn't know it's lucky!"

"He's my business" said Ram, and without the ba-bi-bu he punched Mr. Hartawan in the face.

The man screamed as blood spurted from his nose.

The elevator arrives and the door slides open. Grabbing my hand, Ram stepped into the elevator and pulled me with him.

I'm still tense. "Crazy, you" I said as soon as the elevator doors closed. "It looks like you broke the hood."

"He's lucky I didn't break his neck.

I looked at Ram for a moment, then, as the tension in me began to diminish, I started to laugh. "Well, if we want to have a dozen kids, we'd better get started."

Ram smirked at me. "You proposed to me?"

"I guess so. Should I kneel?"

"No. Should I kneel?"

"Eh?"

Ram knelt down. The expression on his face instantly turned serious as he held my hand. "Will you marry me, Purna?"

My lips form a perfectly round letter O even though no sound comes out?

"Does that mean yes?"

"Yes. Oh yea! Yeah, Mas. Yep! You're serious, right?"

"I'm serious." Quickly he stood up. "I love you. For God's sake I never stopped loving you."

I was so happy I threw myself into Ram's arms and the man staggered back, his arms wrapped around my waist. "I love you a lot too. Very!"

"Calm down, girl," the god quietly, but I'm not listening. I was busy kissing her face and neck.

We were both unaware that the elevator had stopped or the elevator door had opened until we heard applause and a whistle. Looking at the door, we saw several people standing in front of the elevator door.

Me and Ram smiled shyly and broke away from each other's arms. Then, holding my hand, he bowed briefly then stepped out of the elevator and rushed towards the lobby.

Ram laughed as soon as we got to his truck. While pulling me into his arms, he kissed me. "You really answered yes, didn't you? You accepted my proposal?"

I looked up, looking into both eyes. "I waited a long time for this moment. Very long."

"thank you. I love you so much. Come on, let's go find the ring."

Uuuuh....

I was so enthusiastic about accepting Ram's invitation. It feels like a dream. He chose the ring for me. He didn't allow me to choose it himself because he knew I would choose a ring at a cheap price.

"I'll choose the best, the best for you."

A large diamond ring in the middle and three small diamonds on each side - encircling my finger as our engagement bond. So beautiful, beautiful and shiny. Ram insisted on spending more than half of his savings to buy the ring. Even though I rejected it and chose the ring at a much cheaper price, and told him not to push himself, but he still insisted. I feel bad because he thinks an ordinary ring isn't good enough for a rich girl like me. And when he realized my anxiety as he was about to make a payment transaction, he asked me not to worry.

"I don't want to hear anything more about it. I wouldn't buy it if I couldn't afford it. After all, it's a good investment, you'll wear it for a lifetime. And you deserve what is right for you. I don't want to be a loser for this one thing, okay?"

He was determined to get used to living with me, a girl from a rich family, and he started it.

Dear God, I hope he will never give up on living with me, and will not force himself to meet my needs by the standards of my parents. I'm sure I can live as long as it is always with him. I'm certain.

Really am!