Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 41

Tubuh Citra menegang seketika saat mendengar teguran itu. Dia menghentikan langkahnya dan berdiri di anak tangga paling bawah.

"Where have you been?" Azwan repeated his question. His eyes stared at Citra sharply.

"I am from.. from... from...."

"Where from?" Azwan's voice grew even higher when he saw the nervous Citra.

"You're a girl. I should have gone home to school straight away. Don't swerve first" Azwan snapped.

The image lowered its head deeply. He was scared and dared not look Azwan in the face.

"If you're tired of living here, get out of here" Azwan said.

The image of him lowered his head. A single tear flowed without her stopping. His heart felt pained to hear Azwan's words.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said someone from outside.

Azwan turned his head and found Anne who had just entered the house. Looking at the image that was bowing its head, Anne immediately approached her brother.

"Why are you Cit?" ask Anne.

The image shook weakly without raising its head in the slightest.

Anne looked towards Azwan. His eyes glanced sharply at the twin.

"Elo apain Citra until he's like that?" ask Anne.

Azwan smiled wryly at Anne's question. Instead of answering, Azwan actually returned his sharp words.

"If the hitchhiker should know himself. Don't be so happy. Who do you think you are? You are just the illegitimate child of a woman whose origins are unclear" Azwan said.

THE PLAAAKKK!!!!

Anne's chest rose up and down upon hearing that insulting remark out of Azwan's mouth. He did not expect that Azwan who is famous for being calm actually has a very sharp tongue.

"Take your word. This is still not how much with what you have done to Citra," said Anne.

Azwan held onto his cheek which was hot from Anne's slap. A sinister smile adorned Azwan's face that held anger in Citra.

Without saying anything else, Azwan left Citra and Anne. He stepped out of the house and closed the door hard.

The image closed its eyes when it heard the sound of the door slamming. His heart throbbed again at the insulting remark.

"Are you okay Cit?" ask Anne.

The image wiped away the rest of her tears and forced her smile. "I'm okay. I used to be insulted!" citra.

Anne hugged her sister. "Sorry Azwan. Sorry for the attitude of him who seemed arrogant. He was just again. He was jealous to see you go along with Mr. Tian" Anne said without letting go of her embrace.

"It's okay. I'm sorry about him" Citra replied.

Anne let go of her embrace. The girl then smiled sweetly at Citra.

"I'm so impressed with you Cit. You never take revenge on anyone. You don't even get angry when someone insults you" Anne said.

Smiling image. An impressed smile was forced. Although it cannot be denied if his heart feels pain and pain.

"I'm proud to be your sister Cit" Anne said at last.

The image again smiled at the words amazed from Anne.

"We go up yuk! Bathing out that we nongki-nongki beautiful on the balcony. There's something I want to tell you about" Anne said.

The image nodded its head. Then the two went up to the top floor of the mansion.

Elsewhere, Azwan seemed to be spilling all his misgivings. He screamed loudly. It brings out all the feelings that make his heart ache.

"Why should you bring us together? If it ends up being like this?" shouted again.

"AAADRRGGGHHH.... WHY SHOULD YOU CIT? WHY SHOULD YOU BE THE ONE I LOVE? WHY?"

Satisfied yelling, Azwan sat down limp. Tears began to flow from both eyes. The tears of a man that hurt so much. Slowly the sound of sobs began to sound. A sobbing that breaks the heart of anyone who hears it.

"Assalamu'alaikum," scolded someone.

Azwan turned his head and found a man dressed as an ustaz standing behind him. The man smiled at Azwan.

"Let's come with me" he said.

Azwan scrunched his forehead. He never felt like he knew that person. He had never seen that person before either.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy. Come!" bring again.

Her voice is soft! makes Azwan not feel afraid anymore. He then followed the man's steps. The two of them walked towards a musala not far from there.

"Why did he bring me here?" the question was in the heart as the man led him to the musala.

Azwan spread his gaze around the place. He never saw any musala around here. Or is he who is too focused on other things so that he does not see any small musala in this place.

"Why shut up, son?" ask the guy.

Azwan looked at the person with a puzzled look. He just stood in front of the musala door.

"Let's go in. Add all your complaints to the Creator. God willing, God will listen to your prayers" said the man as if he knew what was going on in Azwan.

Azwan was still silent in the doorway. His gaze scanned every corner of the place. Make sure that there is a safe place.

"Don't be afraid. This is not a bad place" said the man as if he could read Azwan's mind.

Azwan just nodded his head. Then, speaking the basmalah, he set his foot in the musala. There was a strange feeling he suddenly felt. There was a sense of peace and serenity as his feet touched the coldness of the musala floor.

*****

The night is rising. But Azwan hasn't come home yet either. The image seemed agitated at the thought of Azwan. He was afraid of anything happening with the young man. He tried to call the young man's cell phone. Azwan did not lift it.

"Where are you going?" I don't know who it was. The look on his face showed great worry and anxiety.

The image paced in front of his room. He repeatedly looked downstairs to see if Azwan had gone home or not. But there's no one there. He became increasingly concerned when Azwan's phone could not be reached.

Finally Citra decided to go inside her room. When going to open the door of the room, it sounds exciting motorbike entering the yard of the house. Quickly the image descended down to see who was coming.

The image had almost reached the last rung of the stairs when Azwan's face was seen emerging from behind the door. The image meant to approach Azwan. But he recalled Azwan's words. He finally abandoned his intention to approach Azwan.

Citra intended to return to her room as Azwan reprimanded her.

"Partner," called.

The image stopped its pace. But he did not look towards Azwan. He kept his back on Azwan. He did not dare to look at Azwan's face which might also still be angry at him.

"I'm sorry. I was rude to you earlier," he said.

Hearing Azwan's apology, Citra slowly looked back. He dared to look at the face of the young man who had once been king in his heart.

"I'm sorry for my harsh words. I didn't mean to shoo or insult you earlier. I just. I just feel jealous just to see the path of another guy," said Azwan.

The image took a long breath. Then a smile spread across his face. The look in his eyes did not show if he felt angry and hated Azwan.

"I'm sorry you. We are brothers. It is appropriate to forgive each other," Citra said.

Azwan forced his smile upon hearing Citra's words. Although it can not be denied if his heart ached when he heard Citra call him brother. There was a feeling of unwillingness when Citra called him a brother.