Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 4

Pagi ini Citra datang lebih pagi dari biasanya. Dia ingin menyelesaikan tugas yang belum sempat selesai tadi malam.

Remembering the incident last night made Citra smile to herself. She did not expect that her childhood best friend would express her feelings for her. He was also surprised to find out that Arga had put his heart on him long ago.

"I love it when you were Cit. At first I thought it might just be a feeling of admiration. But I was wrong. My feelings for you never change." Arga expresses her feelings for the friend who has secretly stolen her heart.

The image looked at the young man before him with a view that was difficult to decipher. There was a sense of disbelief and also a sense of happiness when he knew that there was a young man who always watched him secretly.

"I don't expect you to return my love now. I just want you to know Cit. In this world, there are still people who love you. There's still something sincere about you" said Arga.

The image is getting confused. He didn't understand Arga's words just now. Why doesn't Arga expect him to return his love? Is Arga just messing around? Or does he just want to prank like content on social media today?

"You don't think that's not Cit. I said it because I realized. Love cannot be forced. Love does not have to have each other" he said again.

The image was stunned hearing Arga's words. In his heart he felt amazed by the mature attitude shown by Arga. An attitude that is rarely possessed by a young man his age.

"I hope once you know how I feel about you. You haven't changed. I hope you don't stay away from me. I hope you still want to be friends with me" he said at last before he bailed to go home.

The image stared at Arga's departure with a red face. Her heart was flowing and she was happy.

"Hayo you daydream!" anne just arrived at class.

The image was half-dead shocked when it found out who had shocked it. While Shintya just laughed looking at the shocked expression shown by Citra.

"What the hell is it?" Anne repeated her unanswered question by Citra.

Citra's face blushed hearing the friend's question.

Anne and Shintya looked at each other when they saw Citra's red face.

"Are you in love, Cit?" peekik Shintya made Citra's face increasingly red.

"Cie cie's... The image!" Anne teased the increasingly downcast image in embarrassment.

"You've been shot by Arga, haven't you Cit?" guess Shintya.

Citra's face was getting reddened hearing her best friend's telling guess.

"Is it really Cit?" ask Anne.

The image lowered its head. A moment later the girl nodded her head in response.

"Wah Citra's. How anyway? You accept him dong, surely?" chase Anne.

Citra took a long breath while staring at the face of the friend in turn.

"I don't know. I didn't answer her statement of love" Citra said. His voice sounded confused and confused.

Shintya and Anne seemed to frown at each of them. They looked astonished at their friend's words.

"Why?" Anne asked as she placed herself beside Citra.

"Yes Cit. Why don't you answer? Do you like other people?" This time Shintya asked.

The image took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"I can't accept him An, Shin. I love him very much. But...."

The image just hangs his words. His two friends became more curious.

"But he's already in love with me, dead" said someone who had just arrived.

The three cute girls turned their heads towards the source of the voice. The image seemed surprised to see who suddenly said his words.

Anne and Shintya put on a dislike face at the young man who had just interrupted their conversation.

"PD is a real person." Anne grumbled as she stared dislikefully at the young man.

The young man who turned out to be Dirga then smiled obliquely.

"This is the shamelessest girl on earth. He confidently sent me a love letter. Who does he think he is? How dare you send me a love letter." Dirga said as he pointed towards Citra who had been bowed in shame.

Anne clenched both her hands. He felt indignant hearing every word that came out of the young man's mouth.

"He should have read it. M****t like my likes. I obviously refuse. Unless...." Dirga walked over to Anne with a smile.

"... unless you like me. I will gladly accept." Dirga said as she brushed Anne's chin.

Anne brushed Dirga's hand violently. He doesn't like Dirga's outrageous treatment. He did not like that young man who was overconfident.

"Gue is the same as Elo. Man with a lemes mouth like you deserve to wear a skirt. Keep nagging at the red light" Anne sneered.

Shintya laughed at Anne's sneer. The girl covered her mouth with both hands so that her laughter could not be heard until she left the room.

Dirga's reddened face held back anger and shame. He could not accept the words of Anne who sneered at him. No one has ever dared to refuse. Dirga can always get whichever girl he wants. But this time it was different. She felt her pride being trampled by Anne. Anne had humiliated herself in front of Shintya as well as Citra.

"For Citra," said Azwan who had just arrived.

The image and the others turned towards the source of the sound. A faint smile spread on her sweet face. But that smile faded when he saw Sasha and her gang break into the classroom.

"Eh Honey. Tumben to my class." Sasha greeted her lover with a seductive smile.

Dirga returned Sasha's smile with a forced manner. "Our business is not finished. I'll do the same calculation for you guys" threatened Dirga.

Anne and Shintya smiled in anguish. The two girls were not at all afraid of Dirga's threat.

Anne and Shintya hold back laughter hearing Azwan's innuendo to Dirga.

Without saying anything else, Dirga dropped out of the classroom followed by Sasha. Before he came out he still had time to throw his threat.

"We're okay Cit?" ask Azwan.

The image smiled towards Azwan and shook his head.

"Are you really okay?" Azwan reassured once again. The young man was still worried about the state of Citra.

"It's okay Wan. I'm fine" Citra replied.

"What image?" Arga who just came immediately raised a question as soon as he saw the image surrounded by his friends.

Citra and the others stared towards Arga who had just come and headed straight for the Citra class.

"What image?" Arga repeated the question. The young man showed a worried look.

"It looks like there will be business competition," continued Shintya.

Arga ignored Shintya's banter. He still focused on the image that was just silent. Azwan looked at them with a jealous look.

"I'm okay Ga. It was just Dirga...."

"You're the same Dirga?" cut Arga. His tone sounded hoarse and also heavy due to emotions.

"I'm not doing anything. He's just...."

"She just ngancem and insult Citra again with her words are super spicy," explained Azwan.

Arga clenched both his hands hearing Azwan's explanation. Without saying anything, he walked towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" asked Azwan who was looking at the emotion highlight in Arga's eyes.

"Gue wants to teach Dirga a lesson. Let him not want to insult people," replied Arga.

"It's better not to Ga. As long as he doesn't touch the image. We've got him. But if he touches the image, then we act." Azwan tried to give understanding to Arga.

Finally Arga wanted to listen to Azwan's advice. He also did not want to make Citra increasingly bullied by Dirga and Sasha.

*****

This afternoon it rained hard. The image just came out of the limble.

"Why is it raining? Where I don't have an umbrella anymore" he lamented.

The sweet girl seemed to be staring at the sky which poured out its water profusely.

"Not come home Cit?" ask a tentor in his bimbel.

"Eh Mr. Bagas. Not yet Sir," Citra replied.

"It's raining so hard, Cit?" said the man.

The image only nodded its head in response.

"Don't you bring an umbrella?" ask the man named Bagas.

The image shook its head in a doldrums. Then he took a long breath.

"You want to go home?" bargained for.

The image looked at the man standing beside her with a look of wonder. He hesitated to accept the offer from his tutor.

"I...."

"Partner!" call Azwan.

The image turned to the origin of the voice. A smile soon spread on her sweet face. He had reason to reject the offer from his teacher.

"Sorry I'm late. Home now?" Azwan.

The image smiled and nodded its head. Then he turned his head towards Bagas who was standing beside him.

"Sorry Sir. My girlfriend has already picked up," declined Citra.

Azwan's face flushed when he heard Citra's words. She felt floated when she heard Citra calling herself a boyfriend.

"Yuk go home now," Citra asked Azwan.

Azwan smiled and nodded his head. Her heart is blossoming and happy today..

"First Sir." Citra greeted her teacher kindly. Azwan nodded his head towards the man.

Bagas forced his smile as Citra and Azwan greeted him. There was something missing from the corner of his heart when he saw the image pass from before him.

"Why am I not willing to go with that young man?" ask Bagas to himself.

"Am I starting to fall in love with her?" ask again.

"Oh God! If what I feel is love, please ease my path. But if I just want to play around with him, please remove all feelings from my heart" he said at last.

Bagas took a long breath. A second later he resumed his steps towards his car parked sweetly in the parking lot of the bimbel.