Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 15

Citra tampak sedang menikmati sejuknya angin sore di beranda rumahnya. Secangkir coklat hangat tampak terhidang di atas meja.

The sweet girl looked as if she was staring into the yard of her house that was not so wide. The twilight wind blew his face. Fly her beautiful hair.

"Should I forgive him?" ask in the heart.

"Should I return to being the jewel of his heart after he destroyed the crystal of love I gave him?"

He took a long breath. There was a disappointed look there. There was a streak of elongated and deep wounds in the look of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, God. I'm sorry for being too dependent on my fellow humans. Forgive me for entrusting my heart to your fellow creatures" he said in his heart.

The image closed his eyes. Enjoying a scrap of wounds that cut his heart. Enjoy every pain that comes from that wound.

"Don't be afraid. I'm always there for you." Arga's words again ring in Citra's ears.

The image opened his eyes. He spread his eyes around his house. It's like looking for someone or something.

"Who's Dek from?" ask the brother.

"Eh Mas Hardcore. No way. No one's looking," Citra replied stammering.

"Come in. It's magrib." Tegar said firmly to his sister.

Citra nodded and followed her brother's steps into the house. The girl closed the door and began to step inside the house.

"Well eat?" ask Hardcore. The young man sat on the sofa that was in the TV room. Remove shoes and socks attached to his feet.

"Udah Mas's. Did you eat it yet?" Now Citra asked back to her brother.

"Udah. Before returning home, Mr. Hans invited Mas and friends to come to his house." Tegar explained while putting his work shoes on the shoe rack.

"Wiwit where?" ask Harder when he does not see Wiwit at home.

"So, it's home. But keep going again. I thought I was going to Mas Rayhan's house" Citra replied.

Hardcore only mangosteen-beard heard Citra's answer. Then the young man went into his room. He wanted to rest his body that felt tired and tired.

"Dream first," said Tegar after a short fall.

The young man came out of his room again. He stepped his foot into the bathroom at the back of the kitchen. When going into the bathroom, he accidentally saw Citra who was solemnly carrying out her duties as a Muslim.

Tegar was fascinated to see how solemn the worship that Citra runs. His heart felt comfortable and calm when he saw his sister worship.

"Oh Allah, if he were. ah! Astaghfirullahalazim," said Tegar in his heart. Then he continued his steps back to the bathroom.

The image folded back the face he had worn for the prayer just now. He kept the face back in its place.

"Kok Mbak Wiwit has not come home yet?" think Citra. His heart was worried because his sister was not coming home.

"Wiwit hasn't come home yet Cit?" ask the guy who finished the shower.

"Eh. Not yet," Citra replied in shock.

Steady nodded his head and immediately passed from there.

"Did I call you?" muttered.

Without thinking twice, Citra immediately went into her room and took her phone. He immediately sought Wiwit's contact and called her.

The image waiting for the phone call was answered by Wiwit. Until finally...

"Assalamu'alaikum Deck" said Wiwit.

"Wa'alaikum hail Ma'am. Where is Wiwit again? How come you haven't come home?" cecar Citra's. Both of his eyebrows were perfectly adrift signaling he was feeling anxious.

"Mrbs at the kiosk. This again eats the same Father and Mother" replied Wiwit.

The image breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Wiwit's reply. He was no longer worried like that.

"Alhamdulillah. Kirain Mbak Wiwit forgot his way home" Citra said.

Wiwit smiled. The sweet girl looked anxious to hear the sister's sneer. Although only by phone, Wiwit can feel the relief that Citra feels.

"Yes not dong. Ma'am was gonna call you. You called first." Wiwit replied with a smile still etched on his face.

"I'm very worried about Wiwit, anyway,"

Wiwit again smiled. The girl grew beautiful when she smiled like this. No wonder so many young people want to make him a lover.

After talking to her sister on the phone for a long time. Image turned off his phone. He keeps his cell phone back in his desk drawer.

*****

It rained so much this morning. Since dawn, the sky water seemed to be pouring into the earth. Many people complain that it rains in the morning. But not with the image. He was grateful for the rain this morning.

The image reflects a wry smile. His heart was sore as he remembered his friendship with Azwan.

"ah! Why should I fall in love with the wrong person?" his weakness.

His eyes looked at the wet grass with a blank look. Suddenly the shadow of Arga's face appeared in his mind. The shadow of the owner's face was a sweet and sincere smile that continued to loom.

The image closed its eyes to cast off the shadow of Arga's face. He tried to shake off all his thoughts about Arga.

"Don't be afraid. I will always be there for you."

Again and again. Arga's words ringed in his ears. The image opened its eyes and let out a long sigh. He's trying to neutralize his irregular heartbeat.

"Astaghfirullahalazim" he said.

He repeated the sentence until his heart felt comfortable and serene.

"Dec," call Wiwit.

The image flinched in shock at the sound of Wiwit calling out to him.

"Eh Ma'am Wiwit. Make me surprised," said Citra. He stroked his chest to calm his heartbeat.

"You're dreaming again, huh? How shocked is that when you call?" Wiwit.

The image shook his head. "No. Just enjoy the rain again," Citra replied lying.

"Really?" chase Wiwit.

The image nodded its head. "Udah ah I want to take a shower first."

The image rose from its seat and soon passed from before Wiwit. Wiwit just shook his head looking at Citra's strange attitude.

In the guest room, Ms. Aminah seemed to be talking to her husband. The two parents were talking about a very serious matter.

"Sir, we'd better be honest with Citra." Ms. Aminah gave her best advice to her husband.

Mr. Hamzah seemed to take a long breath. The man seemed heavy to tell the truth to the youngest child.

"It's not like Mom objected to him here. But one day he'll have to know the truth sir." Again, Aminah expressed her opinion.

Mr. Hamzah was silent to the opinion conveyed by his wife. But he was also heavy to tell the truth to Citra. She couldn't tell the truth to her little girl.

"Sir, think about it. This is for the future of Citra too sir." Ms. Aminah is still trying to convince Mr. Hamzah to tell the truth.

Mr. Hamzah is still silent. The man stared blankly at the corner of his living room. The cigarette in his hand was almost completely swept away by the wind.

"Good morning sir, ma'am." Citra greeted both parents with space as usual.

Unlike usual, Ms. Aminah just threw a smile when she returned a warm greeting from the girl. Mr. Hamzah remained silent in his chair.

"What the hell is that? How about a silent kayak in angkot?" citra said astonished. His forehead wrinkled perfectly when he saw the unusual demeanor of his two parents.

"Let's talk, sir" whispered Aminah.

Mr. Hamzah looked at his wife and then looked at Citra. There is a sense of heartlessness and unwillingness if the girl knows what is really happening.

"Come Sir. Quickly speaking," whispered Bu Aminah again.

"Partner, sit here, son. Same mom I want to talk to you." Bu Aminah patted the chair next to her for Citra to sit there.

"What the hell is that? How do you think it's serious?" The image of astonishment saw the attitude of both his parents.

Mr. Hamzah took a long breath. The man looked away from his face as if powerless to look at the child's face. While Bu Aminah looks gently stroking the head of the child.

"You're a big boy now. It's time you knew everything" said Aminah. His eyes glazed over as he said that.

The image frowned. He increasingly did not understand the words of Bu Aminah.

"Know what's Ma?" ask Citra.

Mr. Hamzah still refused to look into the eyes of Citra. There is an unbearable feeling when you have to say everything to Citra. While Bu Aminah, seemed to wipe the corner of his watery eyes.

"What the hell is it?" tanya Citra is getting curious.

"You're a big one, honey. Same mom, I love you." Aminah hugged the child tightly. Peck the head of the child with love.

"Mom can't afford to part with you, son," she continued.

The image releases the mother's embrace. His eyes looked at Bu Aminah's eyes that were dripping clear circles.

"What do you mean by mother?" ask Citra. He still did not understand the words of his mother.

"Mothers love you so much Citra. So unfortunately, it feels like the same Father Mother will not be able to if you have to part with you," said Mr. Hamzah.

"What the hell do you mean? Do you understand the image, sir?"

Mr. Hamzah took a deep breath before answering Citra's question. The man gathered all his courage to answer that simple question.

"Actually.we are actually... Same father Mother actually...."