
It takes about eighteen hours from Jakarta to Italy. While on the plane, Citra tries to avoid William. She spends her time sleeping, although not sleepy she pretends to sleep so William does not talk to her even, Citra moves the seat so as not to get too close to her husband.
William was really upset because every time he called his wife, Citra would not answer. Luckily in the room it was just the two of them because William's grandfather had already booked the room. William was increasingly upset because Citra had moved seats.
He immediately got up and walked over to Citra and as soon as he realized it, Citra pretended to be asleep. William clucked irritably at Citra, was he not tired of sleeping along the way?
"Ck! This woman was like a pig, was there nothing she could do but sleep?" said annoyed.
As Citra was sleeping so William returned to his seat, he seemed pensive to think of something. Of course what she thought was Lena, why did she feel that Lena was so foreign now?
At that time, a flight attendant brought food for them. William looked towards Citra and he knew Citra had not had lunch. He immediately brought the food given by the flight attendant and approached his wife. William looked upset armpit saw the writing stuck in the blanket that was covering the entire body of Citra.
"Please don't bother me, wake me up at dinner" Citra wrote.
"Hey, wake!" William grabbed the paper and threw it away.
"Hm," The image just moves and pulls the blanket.
"Come on, you haven't eaten. Do not let your stomach hurt," said William while sitting next to Citra.
"I don't want to eat" Citra replied.
"You eat alone or I'll feed you with my mouth!" threatening William.
"I eat!" The image immediately pulled up the blanket and sat up straight.
William smiled and gave the food he brought to Citra. The image took it and smiled lazily but at that moment, William tidied up the messy image's hair.
"From now on you're just sleeping, aren't you tired?"
"No!" answer Citra while eating her food.
"Alright, I know you're doing this because you hate me. I'm sorry but we'd better enjoy our trip."
"Hm," replied Short Image.
After they finished eating, they sat together. William was very upset that Citra did not want to talk to him and answered every question with the word 'Hm' like a person with a toothache.
Eighteen hours passed and the plane they were on landed at Da Vinci Airport, Italy. Citra's eyes seemed sparkling to see the city and she should look for tourist attractions that she can go to tomorrow.
William immediately took Citra's hand after they got their things. He immediately took Citra to a parked taxi not far from them.
"Dove vai signore?" ask the taxi driver they will be riding.
(Where are you going, sir?)
"Rocco forte hotel de la ville" William replied while naming a hotel where they would stay.
The taxi they were riding took them to the hotel and once they arrived, they were escorted to the room they were going to stay in for two months. All of that was arranged by William's grandfather and his mother and of course they got the best room in the hotel.
They immediately headed for the room and when it arrived and their belongings had already been put in by the hotel clerk, William pulled the hand of Citra who was standing in front of the window and was looking at the cityscape. The image screamed in shock but William had already squeezed it into the wall and made Citra unable to move.
"What the hell is that? Release!" snapped Citra annoyed.
William tightened their bodies until their chests clashed. The image was very nervous and he could not move even William was holding both of his hands.
"Why are you cheating on me?"
"No," denied Citra.
Citra wanted to laugh hearing that but she tried to hold it back. He is lazy to talk to William but William should not know so that he is not angry.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm lazy to talk. Did I tell you, wasn't it my first time on a plane? I was afraid so I was lazy to speak," he replied reasoned.
"Don't pretend! Since your home you've been cuckoo. Don't talk to me and talk as necessary. Are you still mad at me?" ask William.
"No, you think too much. I'm just lazy to talk!"
"really?" William looked at her with great attention.
"Yes, if I'm angry and don't want to talk to you then why am I talking to you now?"
"Alright," said William while releasing Citra.
The image passed away and looked at the room they would occupy meticulously. A large bed was in the room and several chairs. He also walked towards the balcony and looked out, there was a recliner but the problem was, where was he going to sleep? Honestly, he wouldn't sleep with William for the next two months, which was dangerous for him because he was afraid something might happen.
After seeing the balcony, Citra went into the room and saw the bathroom. Inside there is a large bathtub that he can use to soak later.
William sat by the side of the bed watching Citra being busy. Citra already like to buy a house and she thinks she knows what Citra is worried about.
"There's only one bed and where am I going to sleep?" ask Citra.
"Basket, where else," replied William. Already he guessed this must be what Citra was worried about.
"No! I don't want to sleep with you!" reject Image.
"Come here" William patted the side of the bed.
"What ... can't you book another room?" ask Citra.
"No, the hotel is full!" william's Lie.
"Don't lie" Citra said in disbelief.
"Yes already if you don't believe, there find your own room or ...," William threw the blanket down.
"You can sleep there" William said with a smile.
Citra's mouth gaping, how? But he had no other choice. He immediately picked up the blanket thrown by William and placed it onto the chair. It's better to just soak because it's night. At that time the time had shown ten o'clock at night, Citra filled the bathtub water and after that she soaked to stretch her muscles.
The aroma of therapy that he poured out really made him comfortable until he forgot about time and half an hour later, it sounded William was knocking on the bathroom door
"Hey, is it done yet?" ask William while shouting.
"I'm taking a shower Citra said," Citra replied.
Damnit damnit! He forgot to bring a towel and he's starting to panic now. There are usually hotel towels in the bathroom, but where? Is the towel in the closet? Oh no, what should he do now?
"Hurry up!" pinta Williams.
"I-I'll open it but you have to close your eyes!" pinta Citra's.
"Gosh, can you open this fucking door quickly?" William was already upset because he could not stand it.
Having no choice, Citra immediately opened the door and she was shocked when William pushed the door in a hurry and went inside. The image screamed as his body was squeezed behind the door. He also grimaced and held onto his arm that hit the doorknob.
William looked relieved that he was done, he immediately turned his steps because he wanted to get out but his steps came to a halt when he saw Citra without a thread. The image screamed and was busy covering parts of his body. Damnit damnit! What kind of shitty situation is this?