Between Revenge and Love

Painful Surprise

"Partner, Om and Aunt already know your past. If you still respect us, please take care of the good name of this family. Hold yourself for a moment at least until Reza recovers psychically. Time later, you'll receive freedom." Said Rahman in a soft, firm voice.

The image frowned, trying to understand papa Reza's words.

"Sorry Om, Citra does not understand Om Rahman's intentions." The honest Image.

"When Reza was able to accept her condition, you were divorced." Explanation om Rahman like lightning that struck. Citra did not expect that it turned out that her marriage to Reza was forced not to really build a household. But only for Reza's recovery? Citra shook her head, she disagreed with om Rahman's intentions. After all, marriage is a sacred thing, he must as much as possible maintain his marriage.

"Of.. The company disagrees with this plan. For Citra, a once-for-a-lifetime marriage. The image will sustain this marriage." Tight Image.

"Plakkk" a hard slap landed on Citra's cheek. Leaves a sense of heat and stinging. Immediately Citra tears flowed profusely wet the cheeks and made it feel sore. The image held onto her painful cheek.

"I held back all night. I really don't want to have a ghost like you. I knew this would happen. But I didn't expect you to be so itchy until the first day of your wedding to tease the man in this house." Tudingan aunty Sita makes Citra's heart more sick.

"Ti.no, I didn't do it. Toni teased me, she abused me. Om, Auntie. despite this marriage I did by force. But I will try to be a good wife. Aunty and Om have known Citra for a long time, at least Om and Aunt know that I can't do all this." isak Citra tried to defend herself.

"Om and Aunt just found out who you really are. Om didn't expect it just for your pleasure you sold the body to a lonely man. I'm sorry for Reza who's been blinded by your fake love." Om Rahman sighed deeply trying to dispel the burden in his heart.

"Om, Aunt... The image is not like that. Reza is the one who sold the Citra honor. He betrayed the image. Hiccups.hik.hik." Isak Citra expressed her disappointment.

"Thankfully Reza told me everything. So your tears and cries can't fool us." Aunt Sita tightens her molars. Intending to vent his anger on Citra.

"That's not true Auntie, Om. Please listen to Citra." Citra protest was not also responded by Om and Aunt Sita. Making Citra choose silence, he only prayed in his heart that time gave evidence that he was innocent.

"The sooner Reza recovers, the sooner you'll be free. And you can be free to go back to your dark past. Your job now, serve and cheer Reza. We'll take everything into account, so when you leave this house. We will give you a great compensation. This is the first and last time we talk as in-laws and daughters-in-law. The rest always remember your position and role here. We hope you understand !!" Ultimatum Om Rahman again broke Citra's heart.

In his helplessness the image simply nodded. A sense of regret slipped in his heart. Why should she agree with this forced marriage. While the Reza family thought it was so despicable. It's all Reza. The image cries in silence. He came out of the work room om Rahman. He looked to the right and to the left, not knowing where to go. He wasn't ready to meet Reza after her humiliation earlier this afternoon.

The image goes to the back room. Rows of household assistant rooms lined up like a boarding house. There are four rooms not too big. As I remembered Citra, he only saw three arts in the Om Rahman family. There should be one room left. Citra intends to knock one of the rooms to ask for an empty room. He had not touched the door. Someone touched his shoulder.

"Sstttt..mbak don't make a fuss here." whispered a female voice warning him.

"Sorry, I just need a room to rest tonight." Whisper the Image.

"This is mbak." The word art indicates a room at the very end. He turned on the room light before locking it. The image just looks at with curiosity.

The image of seeing amazed at Imah. She is a pretty young girl. But suddenly there was a bitter feeling coming to his heart. How Imah can survive working in the Om Rahman family. Was he also a victim of Reza? The image awakened and immediately dismissed his bad thoughts.

"Mbak Citra, wait a minute here. I'll get food first. Don't forget to lock the door with this." Imah shows a large enough piece of wood that is used as a very strong doorstop.

Let's go, Citra follow the advice of Imah. He locked the door with a wooden bar. The image laid his body in a cotton pad. His gaze swept over the ceiling of the room. His mind began to glare.

"Tok..tok..tok mbak Citra." The call of Lirih Imah awakened him from the daydream. The image rushed up and opened the door. Bring a plate of rice and a glass of water. He crunched in, but Citra thought Imah was just handing over the food and immediately left it.

"Don't you think I'm here?" Put rice and water on the bed. In that room there was only a chair and a bed. There is no closet or table.

The image just nodded, in fact he felt uncomfortable. He really wants to be alone right now. Reflecting on all the pain that continues to befall his life.

"Mak Citra." The rebuke of the spirit of the Lord made him aware of the cradle of the daydream.

"Sorry." The image felt awry because it was caught daydreaming.

"Mak is quickly eaten for fear of a cold rush." Sit in a wooden chair. He deliberately waited for Citra eat to make sure Citra eat properly.

Citrapun began to eat little by little food that tastes bitter.

"Mbak consumed his food, so that mbak Citra stay healthy." Persuade Imah when she saw Citra not tasteful to spend her food.

Citra felt bad with Imah who had already bothered to bring food for her. Although forced to, the plate of rice was finally eaten.

"Bak Citra sorry if I was presumptuous. I want to ask you something. Love is the same as Reza?" Ask her curiously.

The image fell silent, he thought for a moment. Does he need to be honest or lie to you? He had not known the ART girl in front of him. What if it turns out that Imah is a spy Reza or om and aunt Sita?

The gaze of Imah's eyes so demanded an answer from her immediately. Citra decides to be honest, whatever the consequences later he has prepared himself.

This story I revised with a different character name. The storyline is also getting more interesting, tense and getting hotter. If you are curious about the continuation visit my work which will start publishing in early November on p.f si yellow. Pen name Carissa. The title of the Test of Love.

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