Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 30

Tegar mengungkapkan segala isi hatinya pada Citra malam itu juga. Tak ada lagi yang ia tutup-tutupi. Dia mengungkapkan perasaan cintanya pada gadis yang membuatnya jatuh cinta berkali-kali kala melihatnya.

"Will you be my life partner, Citra? Will you be with me until old age?" tegar.

The image stared in disbelief at the young man who secretly loved him. To be honest he also kept the same taste on Tegar. But he still hesitated to reveal it. He was afraid that it would happen again. He was afraid of heartbreak again.

"Mas is actually me...."

"You guys are here as it turns out? There's no pantesan in search?" wiwit suddenly said.

Image and Rigid jumped in shock. They compactly turned to the origin of the sound. The image immediately released a clasped hand. While Tegar put on an annoyed face when he heard the sound of Wiwit's cry.

"Have a bother anyway," harrumphed.

"Disturb what the hell? Your people just sit quietly too" said Wiwit who apparently heard a loud grunt.

"Same mother where's Mama?" tanya Citra shifted the topic of conversation.

"There's. Again in the living room with Mr. Bayu and Ms. Mirna" replied Wiwit.

Hearing the names of his parents called, Citra's face turned radiant. He immediately got up from his seat and immediately ran inside.

Wiwit just shook his head to see the behavior of Citra. Inwardly, she was grateful for being able to see Citra smile and become even bolder. But he was also afraid that one day Citra would leave this house and choose to live with her biological parents.

The same is felt by the stern. The young man felt grateful for being able to see the sincere smile of that image. He also felt happy when Citra did not reject his expression of love. Yes, although Citra also has not received his declaration of love.

"What a lucky image?" wiwit said suddenly without turning towards Tegar.

He turned to Wiwit at a glance. Then he turned his face the other way.

"He's very lucky. I'm smart, kind, smiling, many like it again" continued Wiwit.

"You are also good, smart, and many like Wit, too" said Tegar.

"But it's different" said Wiwit.

"How different?" Rigid frowned while looking at Wiwit.

"It's different. He seemed to have something that made girls jealous of him" replied Wiwit.

"Including you," guess Hardcore.

Wiwit was silent for a moment hearing Tegar's telling guess. His mouth seemed to be tightly locked by the short but hardened words in his heart.

"Everyone has their own advantages and disadvantages. We can see the guy just from the cover. We don't know how deep it is" said Tegar.

"You see the image like someone who has no burden and is always cheerful. But do you know what he really looks like?" smith again.

Wiwit grew increasingly silent at Tegar's remarks. In his heart he did feel envious of Citra who always got more attention from the people around him.

"The neighbor grass is greener. But much more beautiful in view if the grass we have, we take good care of" he concluded.

After saying so, Hardcore passed from there. He left Wiwit still busy with his own thoughts.

In the living room, Citra is seen sitting between her parents. He was so happy to be among those who loved him.

"We came here all want permission Ma'am, Mas," said Ms Mirna.

"Izin's? Permission for what?" ask Mr. Hamzah.

"We both plan to invite Citra to vacation with Mas," replied Mr. Bayu.

"It depends on the image. What he wants is not invited to vacation," said Mr. Hamzah.

Bu Aminah stared at Citra's radiant face. The woman then asked her foster child.

"Partner, how? Do you want to go on vacation with your parents?" ask Bu Aminah.

The image looks at Bu Aminah and Pak Hamzah alternately. Then he nodded his head slowly.

Pak Bayu and Bu Mirna smiled happily when they saw Citra nod her head.

"If possible today Citra we invite to stay at our house," said Mr. Bayu.

Mr. Hamzah and Mr. Aminah looked at each other. They were shocked when they heard the words of Mr. Bayu. This is what they fear. They were afraid that Pak Bayu and Bu Mirna would take Citra away.

The image is also as surprised as Pak Hamzah and Bu Aminah. He also did not expect Mr. Bayu and Ms. Mirna would ask him to stay at his house.

"How's Imagery? You want to stay at Papa's?" ask Mr. Bayu.

Citra again fell silent to the offer from the father. He did not dare to answer that question. Even though he really wanted to go and stay at his biological parents' house.

The image again recalled the threat Shintya had told him. A threat that he cannot ignore. Slowly Citra shook her head.

"Why Nak?" ask Miss Mirna.

"sorry. But Citra can not if you have to stay at the house of Father and Mother," he said.

His head bowed deeply after saying that. Mr. Bayu looked to sigh. The man seemed to understand what Citra decided.

"Yes, that's it. It's nothin. What's important is that you want to take a vacation together?" ask Mr. Bayu again.

The image nodded its head. Pak Bayu and Bu Mirna breathed a sigh of relief at the nod of Citra's head.

After talking for a moment. Mr. Bayu and Ms. Mirna retreat. Because it was late at night too. Pak Hamzah and Bu Aminah drove Pak Bayu to the yard.

*****

The night is going up. The moon still faithfully shone its gentle radiance. The stars are still loyal to their flickers.

The image seemed to be sitting on his bed. His eyes refused to close even a little. His conversation with Tegar again flashed in his ear.

"Let me be a part of your heart. Let me accompany your life to old age."

The loud words came back to his ears. The image closed his eyes. He was trying to find the best answer to Hardcore's statement.

Just as she was closing her eyes, a flash of Arga's face suddenly appeared in her mind. The face with a sincere smile did not want to disappear from his eyes.

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

Again Arga's words ringed in his ears. The image touches the ring of Arga's giving. His heart rippled as his skin touched the surface of the metal object.

"I love you sincerely from my heart. Let me be your antidote. Let me be the star in your heart."

The expression of Arga's love is back. The image heaved a heavy breath. He became a dilemma. Who should he choose. Arga never forced her to accept her declaration of love. But it was clear that he was expecting a return of love from Citra.

The image again closed his eyes. Again the shadow of Arga's face filled his mind. The shadow as if it does not want to disappear from the mind of the image.

At that moment the phone he had placed not far from him, rang. Citra immediately grabbed her phone and read the identity of the caller. His forehead creased as he read the identity of the caller.