Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 17

Arga and Citra immediately let go of their hands. Arga seemed misbehaved to hear the reprimand from Mr. Hamzah who knew already standing behind them.

"Eh Father. Sorry sir," said Citra nervously.

Mr. Hamzah looked at the two young men in turn. The man seemed to ask for an explanation to the two young people in front of him.

"So Arga just nganterin take-off from his mother aja kok Pak," said Citra who understood the meaning of the gaze of the father.

Mr. Hamzah did not immediately respond to the speech of the child. His old eyes continued to stare at Citra with a probing look.

"Yes Sir. Arga stopped by here because Mommy nitip something for Citra." Arga helped explain the meaning of his arrival to Mr. Hamzah.

The image looked at the father's face with fear. While Arga looked a little clumsy when he looked at Father Citra.

Mr. Hamzah took a deep breath hearing Arga's explanation. Now the man's eyes were no longer as wide.

"Yes. Father believes. But sorry Son Arga. When you are finished please go home soon. Not good with the neighbors" said Mr. Hamzah.

Arga understood the words of the old man. Mr. Hamzah does not want the neighbors to gossip something that is not true about Citra.

"Yes Sir. Arga is done. Thank you sir. And I'm sorry that Arga came at an inopportune time" Arga said.

Mr. Hamzah smiled. He knew Arga was a kind and polite boy. He also never forbade Arga to come to his house to meet with Citra.

"Well, Arga said yes sir." Arga got up from his chair and slightly bowed his body.

"Yes Nak Arga. Be careful."

"Picture, I'll go home first. Sorry to interrupt your time" Arga told Citra.

"Yes Ga. I should have apologized. You have bothered to give me a gift" replied Citra.

Arga smile. "Nothing. I'm really happy. Yes, I did say yes. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam" Citra and Mr. Hamzah replied together.

After Arga's death, Citra resumed her work. While Mr. Hamzah went inside and took something.

"Picture today Father same Mother wants to go to Uncle Bani's house. Maybe we'll stay there" Hamzah told reporters.

The image stopped his activities and looked towards the father.

"What event is there, sir?" ask Citra.

"Your uncle's wife is dead. So the same father Mother went there to pray," explained Mr. Hamzah.

The image nodded in understanding with the father's explanation.

"Now you want to close the stall first. Are you not afraid to be home alone?" said Mr. Hamzah.

"No Sir. God willing is safe," Citra replied reassuring the father.

"Later close all doors and windows yes Cit. Don't forget the key, too. If there's a ketok-ketok do not open it before saying his name." Mr. Hamzah gave a message to his daughter.

"Yes Sir. Citra must remember the message of the Father," Citra said.

Mr. Hamzah smiled. "Yes already. You leave first. Remember the message from my father."

"Yes Sir. Be careful, yes" Citra said.

After saying his greetings, Mr. Hamzah passed from before Citra. The man rode his motorcycle towards his kiosk which was in front of the road.

After his father died, Citra immediately closed the door of his house. He sat down and focused on his work.

*****

It rained again this afternoon in the apple town. The cold air gets colder when it rains like this.

Wiwit was seen running towards his house. He had just come home from work at a gold shop in this apple town.

His body was soaked because of the rain that was like pouring from the sky. The veil that always covers his head also looks wet. His lips trembled withstanding the cold air outside.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Wiwit said his greetings while knocking on the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he repeated.

There is no truth from within. Where is Citra? There's no way he'd get out of the house without telling her or Mas Tegar.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Image," he said again. He raised his voice so that his brother could hear his voice.

The sound of lightning striking made Wiwit lower his head. He knocked on the door again.

"No one answered anyway? Where is the image?" muttered.

The sound of lightning returned. His thunderous voice awakened the fallen asleep image.

"Astaghfirullahalazim" he said.

Sayup-sayup she heard Wiwit's voice say hello. The image rushed down from the bed and ran towards the front door.

"Wa'alaikum hail Ma'am." Citra replied as she grabbed Wiwit's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

The girl immediately went in and took off her shoes and put her shoes on the floor.

"Yes, sorry Ma'am. I fell asleep earlier," Citra replied.

Wiwit smiled at the answer of his sister. "Have you eaten Dek?"

"Udah was this afternoon. If not already." Citra replied while grinning.

Wiwit smiled again at the answer of his sister. The girl then immediately went inside her room and picked up the towel hanging resignedly on the clothes hanger.

"Yes, we have ordered food. It was still raining outside" Wiwit said.

"Yes Ma'am. But I'll go to the minimarket. I'm gonna buy something."

"Yes Deck. Take a shower first." Wiwit said with a sweet smile to his sister.

The image nodded its head. After that he sat in the dining room while filling the TTS he bought a few days ago.

Elsewhere, Arga seemed to be smiling alone. His mind drifted to the scene earlier this afternoon. When he revealed his heart to Citra.

"Let me love you all my soul and body" Arga said.

Citra's face met red when she heard the expression of love. His heart is beating fast. Her heart flowered to hear Arga reveal her heart to her.

The image has never felt such a vibration. Even when Azwan revealed his heart first, he did not feel the vibration as when Arga revealed his heart.

"I'm not a good man. But I will try to be the best for you" Arga said.

The image increasingly blushed hearing the expression. He had to lower his head to hide his blushing face.

"I love you as much as you are sincere from my heart. I love you all my soul and body" Arga said.

The image looked at Arga's face with a difficult to interpret gaze. The girl still doubted what Arga revealed.

"Hayo you daydream," said Nanda.

Arga jumped in shock to hear his brother's reprimand.

"Bikin was shocked" grumbled Arga.

Nanda smiled at the grunts of her sister.

"Lo's daydreaming what the hell?" Nanda repeated the question.

Arga took a long breath. A second later came the story from Arga's mouth. The story that made him become more eager to keep the Image. Protecting the Image from disruption Dirga and friends.

"Citra says for now he can't think of me as more than a friend. He still can't take my love. But he did not refuse when I told him to ngizinin to deket same him," he concluded.

"Ga." Nanda patted the sister's shoulder slowly.

"That's the green light for you. With him not rejecting your presence near him, it means he's comfortable around you."

"Especially he wants to receive a gift from elo right?" abugn.

Arga nodded his head. "He didn't turn down when I gave him the ring. Even his eyes seemed to glow upon seeing the ring."

Arga commented a smile as he said that to the older brother. His heart flowered when he remembered the blushing face of Citra.

"My message is just one. Never make a girl's heart hurt. Because once his heart is hurt, his whole life will keep remembering that wound."

Arga smiled at the words of his brother. He gave her thumbs up to her sister.

Elsewhere, Citra and Wiwit seemed to walk hand in hand towards a minimarket not far from where he lived. Tegar can not deliver his two younger siblings because they are on duty today.

The image and Wiwit seemed to tell each other stories. Tell me about their activities all day. Citra also tells about Arga who expresses her feelings for her. Wiwit listened to the story of the younger brother without cutting it.

"How do you want to go now?" ask Wiwit.

The image shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know Ma'am. But I agree with Arga for a walk. If indeed one day we are destined to be together, it will be the way."

Wiwit smiled at the reply coming from Citra's mouth. He secretly praised the mature attitude of his sister. The attitude he has not had until now.

"Saran Mbak, you should also not close your heart too much. Not only because of injury, you become antipathy to the sincerity of others," said Wiwit.

Imagra. A sweet smile spread on her sweet face.

"Come on Ma'am." The image drew the hand of the brother when the two had arrived at the minimarket.

"Yes. Wait daftar. Ma'am wants to fold the umbrella first" replied Wiwit.

"Yes, I went in" Citra said.

Without waiting for Wiwit's answer, the girl just opened the door minimarket. When opening the door minimarket, accidentally a young man was hit by the door opened by Citra.

"Be careful dong," hardik the young man.

The shocked image could only lower its head. He said an apology in a soft tone.

"Eats in the eyes... The image!" yells stuck.