INARA
Restu 49

"we want the kana of Danish "

"Walking to my parents'

"Well, what do you mean by brother danish"

"We're the same adults, I don't want you to be taken by people anymore I don't want to" Danish firmly took

Decisions

"But brother dasnish "continue inara

"But what's Inara"

Women want seriousness in relationships, but I want to be alone

Wait what Inara, you,

"I want to work in this quarter of the country the opportunity I reach the mind of kak damish please understand."

"We can get out of the country all what you like I will try to support you, a living born and any inner you want I will try to achieve it but "

"But I want us to get married "

With a break Inara hugged Danish. The man who had gone through many obstacles with him

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The inara POV

Born in the 20s made me grow up to be a happy person, where a lot of ease and abundance of offerings that make children in that era do not feel the hassles to enjoy his childhood.

There are many entertaining shows that are always awaited every week, there are many games that can be played when gathered with friends in front of the page, there are many fun games, up to go to the grocery store to buy food that is a little expensive with friends when Lebaran. When I close my eyes, the memories of the past always rise up and make me smile. Because how wonderful my childhood was.

When I can run around in the rain, when I can laugh with my friends, when I lose the game and start crying, until when I am still asleep on Sunday morning, but my friend called my name outside the fence to play. Yep... It made me shed tears as I wrote this.

I felt like time was passing by, leaving behind fond memories of my childhood with my friend. There is one memory that makes me feel as if I am still in 2002, during Ramadan, when the day coincides with my friend, we pull over under a shady tree with a stretch of green grass stretching out, there is also a long trench whose water is slightly clear and looks a lot of small fish in it.

It felt like, the days I used to live alone, but now it has been different. Now, there will always be someone who is always encouraging me, asking about my activities, watching me and other rants that he is aiming to show his attention to me. Now, we are entering the age of five months. There is no problem between these relationships. But every day I am haunted by fear. Feelings of fear if in the end my parents know about this hidden relationship. I don't know what's gonna happen next. I can't imagine that happening.

In turn, we shook Mom and Dad's hands at home. Without the slightest suspicious feeling between the two allowed me to leave with my beloved Brother. Slowly, we left the house, the more invisible the house that became my shade every day.

“Ayok log in!” Take him to a house painted light blue.

“Why did you bring me here, he said we want to eat?” ask inara wonder.

“Iya. We'll stop by my house first. Because Mommu wants to meet you he said.”

There's no other choice. Inara simply complied by continuing to tail behind him. With feelings of fear, shame and anxiety mixed into one. He followed her into the house.

“Sister, I'm afraid.” Inara stopped the move.

“You believe in me. Mommy is a good person.”, she replied, calming me down by holding my hand.

The more I entered the house, the more I tightened my grip on Brother Word. My heart just seemed to want to get out of that time,

"Mommy, where's Daddy ?"

"Your Daddy is in the office "

" Who's the girl you brought danish,"

" Inara, in the girl I told you about yesterday"

Inara smiled as her mamah danish stared at her

" Pantes gaj never feel at home in the runah tetapat again deket there girl where the girl cabtik really again "

" Aunty could have "said Inara so embarrassed

I was getting nervous about him. This is the first time I've been introduced to my boy parents. At first I only gave answers, but now our conversation is getting wider. As it turned out, Mama kak danish was very kind and friendly. Our conversation ended after we spent lunch provided by Mama kak danish Glad to be able to get to know him.

I say goodbye to being delivered by my brother Danish We are more familiar. Not infrequently brother Danish brought me to his home. I am also happy to be accepted in the family brother danish well. Will the attitude of my Mom and Dad be the same as the attitude of my Danish parents who bless our relationship?

This time it looked different than the previous year. This year, I am not alone. There was someone who always accompanied me. Although our place is different, but every time sahur and iftar arrive, we always communicate like we are in the same place. That morning, all Muslims in the world celebrated it by performing the ‘id prayer. No exception to me and my friends. There's Zizi.

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