Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 29

Citra mengerutkan keningnya. Dia merasa tak mengenal gadis yang kini berdiri di hadapannya. Seorang gadis bermata biru dan berambut pirang panjang. Dia sama sekali tak mengenali gadis itu. Bahkan dia baru kali ini melihat gadis itu.

"Who is it?" The image repeats the question.

But the girl was still silent in her place. His eyes are still sharp. He doesn't like the image. He did not like the softness and calmness that Citra showed.

"Sway from Arga." That was all that came out of the blond girl's mouth. His eyes glared sharply towards Citra.

The image knitted both of his eyebrows. He was not sure what the girl was saying.

"You mean?" tanya Plain image.

The blonde girl smiled cynically. He seemed to be sneering at the image that did not understand his words.

"It turns out you're really stupid. You're not as smart as I thought you were" said the blond girl.

"Sway Arga. Because she and I have been engaged for a long time. And after graduating High School we'll be getting married soon, "the girl's class.

Image and Anne were looking at each other. The two of them did not believe what the girl said. The face of Citra was flushed red as it held back laughter. While Anne laughed when she heard the words of the bule girl.

"You guys are mocking me?" Ask with a strong English accent.

Anne immediately shut her mouth. "Ops sorry Sis. I don't mean ngetawain elo. But your talk is so funny. It's funny" said Anne.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief. He stared intently at Anne who was talking to him.

"Based on the villagers" he said.

"What the hell is Lo?" ketus Anne's. The girl could not accept being said by the village boy.

The blonde girl smiled mockingly. "Basic kampung. Your brain does not exist. It's only fitting that you don't understand the same human language" said the girl again.

Anne was ready to reply to the girl. But quickly Citra held him back. He shook his head. Gesticulating Anne not to return the girl's words.

"Sorry, beautiful mother. The villagers want to have lunch first. If you still want to talk, come with us to lunch," said Citra.

Whether it got courage from where, Citra dared to take those words out. Usually he can only be silent when someone is bullying him.

The blonde girl glared towards Citra. "I warn you again. Stay away Arga. Or...."

"Or what? Beautiful mom threatened me?" cut Image.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I am immune to being threatened. So if you want me to stay away from Arga, you should Mbak pretty talk directly to the same person. The guy's looking here again." Show the image on the figure of Arga who was staring at him with a smile spread.

The girl followed the direction of the image. His face instantly changed when he saw Arga who was staring at him.

"Next time, find out who your opponent is. Let's not be too embarrassed" Citra sneered. A cynical smile was clearly drawn on his face.

After saying so, Citra turned her body and left in front of the blond girl.

"That's why don't you wake up a sleeping lion. Gini is the consequence." Anne also sneered at the action taken by the blonde girl.

After that, Anne followed in the footsteps of Citra who had already moved away from the place. Inwardly, Anne praised Citra's courage in replying to the act.

The blonde girl clenched her hands together. He felt furious that he had not managed to intimidate Citra.

Elsewhere, the handsome Azwan is gathering with Dirga as well as the other basketball players. They seemed to be enjoying their drinks.

"So how? Tomorrow do we keep coming or not?" arya asked her colleagues.

Dirga was silent in his place. He stared in one direction with a blank look. He had completely ignored Arya's question.

"Cock on silence anyway? If I think why do we gather here? Mending me to go home," said Arya with annoyance.

Dirga and the others were compact silent only. They had no one to answer or respond to Arya's words just now.

"Where's Wan? Elo is usually a lot of ideas and input," asked Arya to Azwan.

"If I think so, we better come. Winning or losing is a recent affair. In the meantime, let's not think about winning first." Azwan tried to voice his opinion.

Arya mangosteen heard Azwan's answer. He then looked at the faces of his other comrades in turn.

"Where? You guys agree?" ask Arya to the others.

"Gue agrees. If we don't come, they will get bigger and bigger and bigger" Beni replied.

"Yes I agree too. Win or lose business lately. The important thing is to fight first" said Irfan.

"Yes I agree too. Whatever the end result is important we already give the best," said Danu.

One by one the members of the basketball team voiced their opinions. Now there is Dirga who has not yet cast his vote. When asked, Dirga was silent. Unlike usual who with passion he will give his voice.

"Gue considers elo agree with this decision. And it's up to you, tomorrow you want to compete or not," said Arya again.

Dirga remained still in his place. He did not respond to Arya's words. He just stared blankly in one direction.

After the discussion about the match tomorrow. They all disbanded. They got up from their seats. They came out of the room without exception.

*****

Tonight thousands of stars are scattered across the sky displaying dark colors. Flashing like a lamp in the distance. The moon won't lose. The goddess of the night revealed her gentle and soothing radiance.

"It would be great if it were the moon. He was always accompanied by thousands of stars. Although the sky is dark, but he is not alone" muttered Citra.

The stern sitting next to him seemed to be commenting on a smile. Then his hand embraced Citra's shoulder and stroked her gently.

"I'm like you and me" said Tegar.

The image stared at the face of Rigid with eyebrows adrift. He didn't understand what Hardcore said just now.

"What do you mean by Hardcore?" ask Citra.

Harder smiled hearing Citra's question. He looked at Citra with an affectionate look.

"Yes. I am always there and accompany you at all times" said Tegar. Both of his eyes looked at Citra with a gaze that was other than usual.

"Partner, let me be near you always. Let me protect you from people who hate you" Tegar said.

The image was silent hearing his words Rigid eyes still staring at Tegar with a look of wonder and also full of questions.

"I mean Mas Hardcore what?" The image asked nervously.

Tegar grabbed Citra's hand and grasped it tightly.

"Let me love you and love you all my body" Tegar said. His hand was getting tighter.

"Mas Hardie said what the hell?" said Citra with a vibrating tone of voice.

"I'm serious Cit. I love you more than just brother and sister. I love you" replied Tegar.

"I love you. I love you Citra. I can no longer lie about my own feelings. I can't help my feelings for you" she continued.

"Mas Rigid said what the hell? I-I don't understand it" Citra said. His voice increasingly sounded trembling as it held something in his heart.

"Let me fill the emptiness of your heart. Let me be someone special to you. And let me be your future priest" said Tegar.

The image fell silent hearing the expression of love Tegar. His heart was beating dozens of times faster than usual. His tongue feels ugly. The words he had prepared evaporated out of nowhere.

"Partner, I love you. I love you. I love you" said Tegar again.

Eyes Image glazed over hearing the expression of love from Tegar. He had never felt such a vibration at this moment. Even when he was with Azwan, he did not feel this kind of vibration.

"Will you be my life partner, Citra Kusumawardhani?"