
My body was wrapped in cloth and hanging when the song Once Upon A Dream played from my phone and echoed loudly from the speakers who had been there since when, or indeed it's a special speaker for the roof top. I felt a little nervous then, probably because it was the first time I danced in front of - and - for someone, even though that person was my own husband. I haven't practiced for months. But as Reza said, just do your best.
When the first song ends, I broke away from the hammock wrapped around my body and descended slowly - moving to the pole dance pole and began to wander along with the rhythm of Someone Like You's song Adele. After that, it was the turn of the Senorita song, a song that fit for a chair dance whose dance movements were quite energetic. And after that it should be done, but it turns out...
"What?" I asked, when Reza played back Senorita's song from my phone.
He reached out his hand towards me with a hint of a sweet smile fluffing up on his face. "Dance with me" he said. "I want to see you more agile and more crazed."
Ulala said it like she was a great dance partner. Yes, but not entirely true. Reza is a manly and cool guy, he's a man who is a hundred percent manly and maco. Let alone darting around and curling his body, he could not even sway at all, not like an Indian dancer, a Korean kpop dancer, nor as gentle and as gentle as a salsa dancer, let alone as sensual as a bachata dancer. Not at all.
But he has strong hands and arms, and he can balance my movements. For example, when I want to do a body twisting motion, he can help me rotate and I can balance my body by holding his hand. Also when his arms were wrapped around my waist, I could make a kayang-like move. And although his hips don't sway, but he can align his steps with my footsteps, right, left, forward, backward, okay. And what I like most is his ability to lift my body and twist me in his cradle, so that we can go around in circles with perfect movement.
In this dance, he remained cool as usual. While I'm a jackfruit caterpillar that's curled up to her. But it's her birthday and this dance is a gift she asked me to give. I can't refuse.
"I haven't practiced in a long time. I hope it didn't disappoint" I said, as soon as we finished dancing and I was still in his arms.
Ah, I engap. Not yet stable my breathing, Reza's already meluma* my lips until I'm out of breath.
Oh my....
"You're the best."
"Buck!"
"Seriously. You've always been the best."
Shy smile I can no longer resist hearing that compliment. "Thanks, compliment. But, by the way, you know where this is from? Though my cousins no one knows."
"I know from Mother" he said lightly.
I shook my head in disbelief. "where possible. I mean how can it be? There's no way Mommy would tell you that if you didn't ask."
Before answering my question, Reza had a silly smile. After that, he explained to me how he knew about the talent I was hiding.
"You remember what happened on our application day, after you got angry with your father and you hid in the room?"
I recall. "Continue?"
Oh gosh....
Ckck!
That's vivid. How could an Inara do that. There will be no suicide in my life. "Sorry, huh? You don't know you have trauma. I don't know that time either."
He nodded. "Not to be discussed" he said. "We didn't really know each other at the time."
"yeah. But... It's not because of that, is it, you married me? Not out of pity, is it?"
Reza shook his head with a frown, but not out of confusion. "I married you because I love you, because I love you. Don't ask me this question again," he said, cupping my face with both hands, I haven't felt this moment long enough, because we haven't had a conversation this serious enough.
I'm nodding. "Yes, I won't" I said.
"Why didn't you ever tell me about this?" tanyakanya.
I'm throats. "Why? Maybe because this is not something I'm proud of. At first I just taught myself, long ago I could and started dancing every time I vented, and tried to dampen my anger. On the one hand I often feel stupid - stupid for doing things with emotion, not with love. Every time I get angry at my father, angry at myself, even I get angry at the world. I may have been angry with God a lot. I-i-"
"Hey, don't cry.." cut it. "I don't like to see you shed tears. Already, yes."
I shed my tears and try to smile. "OKAY. Then we assume this conversation is over. Emm?"
"Yep, done. But...."
Iyuu....
It's ridiculous! Reza grabbed my hand and sucked my finger firmly. More precisely he slapped my finger, a sign language that I immediately understood what he really wanted.
"You... You know, right, what do I mean? Please do that for me. I want that" he asked.
Hmm. okay. I'm nodding. Even though I was not in the cold because I was exhausted, my sense of energy had been absorbed. But I think Reza deserves an extra present on her birthday, let alone that she wants it. So yeah, that's it. The main room is waiting.
I'll do it for you.