Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 1

Citra kusumawardani, seorang gadis manis yang setiap harinya selalu sendiri. Entah dia merasa terlalu nyaman sendiri atau dia memang tak pandai bergaul. Padahal dia adalah siswi terpintar di kelasnya. Dia selalu menjadi juara kelas setiap semesternya.

"Eh Citra's. Just came Cit?" greet Anne. He is my friend Citra. Her son is beautiful and fashionable. No wonder so many students are interested.

The image just smiled back at Anne. He continued walking towards his stool and placed his school bag on his stool.

"Rest later accompany me to the cafeteria, Cit." Anne approached Citra and invited the girl to chat.

"God willing. I have an appointment with the homeroom teacher later this afternoon. So I can't promise to make you go to the cafeteria" Citra replied.

"Yes Citra. But yes, it's nothing. I understand," said Anne. A sweet smile spread on her lips.

"Have you had breakfast?" ask Anne.

"Alhamdulillah already," replied Citra.

"It's for you." Anne said while handing over a box of donuts to Citra.

Imagery fluttering. He just stared at the box with a look of wonder.

"Take a Citra. I don't mean anything. I sincerely love this for you. We are friends" said Anne when she saw the look of doubt in the eyes of Citra.

The image finally accepted Anne's gift. He put the cake box in his desk drawer.

"Thank you, yeah." The image replied with a sweet smile to Anne.

"You're beautiful, the original Cit. Your skin is clean. Your face is smooth. Your hair is thick and wavy too. I like to see your face. I love your hair, too" said Anne.

"You can just. I have an item. Uglier. Decil again. Kayak gini kok said beautiful," said Citra.

Anne smiled at the words of Citra. He felt furious when he knew that someone was bulldozing Citra the other day. He doesn't like bullying like that. They look too physically. Without looking into the man's heart.

"Eh Cit, come home from school come to my house yuk. I wanted to teach you a lesson yesterday. I don't understand" Anne asked.

The image shook slowly. "Sorry Anne. After school I have to help my parents at the kiosk" Citra declined.

"Well.come on Cit. I really don't understand Mr. Hasan's lesson." Anne whines and begs Citra to come to her house.

"Sorry Anne. I really can't. I have to help my parents" Citra said.

"When can I come to the house, can you?" ask Anne.

The image looked at Anne with a doubtful look. She wasn't sure Anne would like to be in her little house.

"Look for an. I dare not promise." Citra said while commenting on a smile.

"Yes, that's okay. But you want to teach me Mr. Hasan's lesson?" said Anne.

The image nodded its head. The girl smiled sweetly at her friend.

The conversation halted when a teacher entered the classroom and was ready to begin the lesson.

*****

This afternoon the atmosphere of the cafeteria was quite crowded by children who wanted to have lunch. No exception Anne. The beautiful girl is the target of the boys at this school.

The beautiful virgin seemed to order a bowl of meatballs complete with tripe and intestines. Then he also appears to order a glass of iced tea as his drink.

"Please take it to table five, Mang?" pinta Anne's.

"Ready Neng. Wait, Neng" replied the meatball seller.

Anne smiled sweetly at the man. After saying thank you, Anne immediately sat on the bench of the cafeteria. He sat there alone. His eyes stared at the flower garden next to the basketball court. From there he could clearly see something that made him feel furious and emotional. His eyes continued to shine sharply towards the basketball court. A place where a cute girl was receiving bullying from a group of schoolgirls.

"You wrote this love letter?" ask a blonde student. He wiggled a pink paper in front of the cute girl.

The girl tried to take it. But the blond girl kept the paper out of the reach of the little girl.

"Reverse Sha. It's mine." The little girl tried to grab the paper.

"Reverberant? Just delicious. Now this paper is in my hands. So it's mine now" said the blonde.

He then opened the paper and read the contents aloud. Occasionally a mocking laughter rang out from the mouth of the girl named Sasha.

The image continued to try to reclaim the paper until he accidentally pushed Sasha down.

"Eh brazen actually lo. How dare you push me," snapped one of Sasha's friends.

"He was the one who upset me first" Citra replied.

"God!" snarled one of Sasha's friends.

"Elo dare to be with us?" shape again.

"Elo should not. Ugly girl like elo does not deserve to sneak Dirga," he mocked.

"Elo should be self-aware. Who the hell is it?"

"Don't be high if you dream. Take it if you get sick," said another.

Shame down image. He had not expected that it would be humiliated like this by Sasha and her gang.

"A bad girl like elo deserves the same rat. Not the same popular guy who became the target of one school girl." Sasha who had already risen from the fall immediately attacked Citra with her heart-piercing words.

The image is getting stifled. He did not dare to raise his face. He was feeling very embarrassed and hurt right now. Especially in front of the class of men who were surveyed by him stood looking at him.

"God! You guys if you dare not play keroyokan dong. Here one on one," snapped someone from the opposite direction.

They all looked to the source of the voice. The image widened his eyes. He could not believe Anne and Shintya were coming towards them.

"Yuk unplug," Sasha asked her two friends.

"Why unplug Sha? Are you scared of Anne?" ask Maria.

"Yes Sha. Why unplug?" Karin asked Sasha.

Sasha clucked in annoyance. He's not afraid. But he's lazy to relate to Anne. He was lazy to deal with the influential girls in this school.

"If you want to be here. I want to go" said Sasha. Then the girl left her two friends who were still standing in the same place.

Sasha ignored the calls of her friends. He kept walking off the field towards their class.

"Are you okay Cit?" Shintya asked with a perfectly wrinkled forehead.

The image shook slowly. He still lowered his head. He was still embarrassed by Sasha and his gang.

"Why can they be that bad the same as me? I'm wrong are they anyway?" ask Citra in between her sobs.

Shintya grabbed the shoulder of her friend. He gently stroked Citra's back. Providing calm and comfort for the image.

"What are you doing anyway? How did they get you?" This time Anne asked.

The image did not answer Anne's question. He remained down while wiping away these unbearable falling tears.

"I just wrote it An." Citra said while handing over the pink paper that had been snatched by Sasha.

Anne received the paper and began to open it. At first he did not understand the meaning of the poem Citra wrote on the paper. But over time Anne began to understand the meaning. He began to realize that Citra was in love with someone.

"Are you in love, Cit?" anne asked after she finished reading the love poem.

The face of Citra was red. A smile on his face. A moment later he nodded his head slowly.

Anne and Shintya compactly smiled at the change in Image.

"But I'm ashamed of An. I'm shy. You see, the guy I'm assuming is a girl idol. As for me. I'm just an ugly duckling who expects the prince to be my lover" Citra said desperately.

"Cong you say that? You are beautiful Cit. Your beauty is radiating from inside here." Shintya said as she pointed towards Citra's chest.

"Yes Cit. You are beautiful from the inside. And not everyone can see your true beauty." Anne chimed in on her friend's words.

The image just lowered its head just hearing the words of his two friends. He did not know that his two friends just wanted to comfort him or that they said it was sincere from their hearts.

*****

The school bell rang half an hour ago. But Citra is still in the school corridor. His eyes were staring at the basketball court. There a group of students were doing the exercises. His eyes kept staring at one of the basketball players.

He is Dirgantara or more familiarly called Dirga. A basketball player and the captain of the school basketball team. The name that Citra always refers to in her prayers. A name that is always in its inner niche. Dominated all his heart and made him always excited every day.

The image smiled when he saw the idol managed to grab the ball and outwit his opponent. Without him expecting, the young man who always made his sleep unwell smiled at him. The young man seemed to wave his hand at Citra.

The image seemed misbehaved as the young man walked closer towards him. He looked nervous and held back the pounding of his heart that was starting to irregular. But all of that disappeared instantly....

"Hi dear," Dirga said to a girl standing behind Citra.

The image turned and found Sasha standing behind him.

Sasha gave a mocking smile when she saw the look on the face of the image that was so red withstanding embarrassment.

"Darling," whined Sasha at Dirga. He deliberately spoiled in front of Citra. As if to show that she is a girl who deserves to accompany Dirga.

"You know if there's a girl in this school who has a heavy crush on you?" Sasha. His eyes glanced towards Citra who was staring at them.

"Like me? Who?" Dirga asked Sasha with her forehead folded.

Sasha removed her hand from the young man's arm. He then walked towards Citra and held onto the girl's shoulder.

"This geeky girl likes you dear. He even sent you a letter. Good thing to be caught with me," said Sasha.

Dirga frowned. He looked at the girl in front of him from head to toe.

"She is the one who sent you a love poem. Good thing to be caught with me," said Sasha again.

Dirga laughed mockingly when she heard the story from Sasha's mouth.

"A girl like this? The little girl, the cutie, the gini-like item I like?" tease Dirga.

Dirga grieved after saying the derogatory sentence to Citra.

"Ngaca dong. Who's lu? The girl who approaches me must be at least beautiful. White and clean. Not a m****t like this," he jolted.

The image is only able to bow its head. He did not dare to raise his face for a moment.

Sasha smiled mockingly when she heard her lover insulting the image in front of the entire basketball team.

Without tears, the image dripped unbearably. His heart ached to hear the mocking words coming out of the mouth of the young man who had been king in his heart.

"God! chick m***t. Mending you buy glass. Let me know how ugly your face is. Let you be self-conscious before approaching the guy," he hina again.

Dirga was about to launch his insult sentence when one of his teammates tried to interrupt his words.

"Udah Dir's. Poor him. He was so ashamed of that. Don't let him not want to go to school because he was found to like you?" said Azwan, Dirga's teammate.

Dirga smiled mockingly. "Let her be ashamed. He's out of this school. Let my eyes not hurt because look at her who is pretentious and smiles on her own," he mocked again.

"Dirga," call Azwan.

"Udah. Don't exaggerate. It was enough to make him. Poor to know" said Azwan.

"Yes Dir. Don't you pity her?" said another friend.

"Yes Dir. Poor to know. His face was destroyed when you want to destroy his mentality as well," continued the others.

The image no longer held back the ridicule for the sake of the ridicule they emitted. He finally ran as hard as he could towards the school gate.

Laughter blared as she saw Citra running away from before them all.

"Well, the mask m***t is blurred," said one of Dirga's friends.

"When you want to watch," said another.

All the boys were laughing out loud. Except Azwan. Yep! Azwan did not laugh with them. He felt sorry for the image.

"The girl must be really embarrassed. The Dirga's. He must be sorry that he will insult the girl" Azwan murmured in his heart.

Azwan is determined to apologize to Citra tomorrow. He did not until the heart saw Citra humiliated in such a way by Dirga. He could not bear to see the image that looked very embarrassed and humiliated because of Dirga.