
Tak terasa sebulan sudah Citra pergi meninggalkan rumah Bu Aminah dan Pak Hamzah. Sebulan sudah dia tinggal bersama dengan Pak Bayu dan Bu Mirna. Sebulan juga mereka tak saling komunikasi.
"How is Citra? Mother misses him," said Bu Aminah.
Mr. Hamzah seemed to take a long breath. The man was equally confused with his wife. They miss the nephew whom they consider their own son.
"We pray that the image is okay, Mom. He's a good boy. He must be acceptable in his new neighborhood." Mr. Hamzah tried to comfort him.
"Yes Sir. He's a good kid. Weak as soft as his mother's. He never yells at anyone else. Never also avenge the bad treatment of people to him," added Bu Aminah.
The two old men remembered very well how Little Citra grew up without the figure of her biological mother. The figure of a small image that grew among people who did not like his presence. But the small image is able to survive and never complain even though he is insulted by others.
"When we go to Bayu's house. We are looking at Citra!" bring Mr. Hamzah.
Hearing that, the eyes of Bu Aminah sparkled. A smile spread across his face. The woman nodded her head in agreement with the husband's proposal.
"Huh! Why do you still think of Citra? He didn't think of us?" sahut Wiwit who heard the conversation of his adoptive parents.
Mr. Hamzah and Mr. Aminah turned their heads and looked at Wiwit with mixed feelings. Between anger, annoyance, and disappointment.
"If he thinks of us, he must have contacted you, right? Lah this what? He didn't call you at all, did he" he continued.
Mr. Hamzah and Mr. Aminah chose to remain silent and not respond to Wiwit's provocative speech. The two parents chose to refocus on their work.
"Have Sir?" ask Bu Aminah.
"Already Mom. Let's go now!" take Mr. Hamzah to his wife.
The two of them walked away from Wiwit who was still grumbling indistinctly. They decided to leave and leave Wiwit.
Meanwhile, Citra seemed to be enjoying her breakfast together with her family. The image looked at her food with a sad feeling. He remembered his two foster parents.
"What is the image, dear?" Bu Mirna asked as her two eyes looked at the grieving-looking Citra.
"Eh eng-nothing Kok Ma. Cuman image... Image just again...."
"You sick?" cut Azwan fast.
The image shook its head and tried to smile. "I'm doing fine. I'm not sick" Citra replied.
"You think of something?" This time Anne asked. He was worried because his brother looked sad.
The image looked at Anne. He took a deep breath before answering Anne's question.
"I was just missing again" Citra replied.
"Who's same kangen?" Anne asked with a deep smile. In his shadow, Citra was kangen on Tian.
Again Citra took a long breath. "I again miss the same father and mother" Citra said.
Instantly Anne's smile faded when she heard the shrill voice of Citra. Not only Anne who immediately fell silent for a moment. Mr. Bayu, Ms. Mirna, and Azwan compact speechless. They did not expect that it would come out of the mouth of Citra.
"Would you like to see Mr Hamzah and Ms Aminah?" ask Miss Mirna. His hand sucked at the arm of Citra gently.
The image nodded its head. "Yes Ma. The image of a really met them," he replied.
Miss Mirna smiled. "Are you really missing them?" ask again.
The image again nodded its head. He was very upset with them. But he didn't dare tell his family. He was afraid they would get angry if Citra said that.
"Would you like to meet them?" ask Mirna again.
"Can you please Ma?" The image looked enthusiastic as Bu Mirna asked him that.
"Of course I can, darling. Later after school, we stop by there, yes" said Ms. Mirna.
A smile appeared on Citra's face. His heart was happy to hear that he could visit Bu Aminah and Pak Hamzah.
"Thank you Mama" Citra said.
"Oh so do you say thank you Mama doang nih? We-we don't give thanks?" said Mr. Bayu pretended to be angry.
Smiling image. "Thank You Papa. Thanks everyone. Thank you very much for permission Citra to visit the Father with Mother" said Citra.
"Together Son. We are happy to see you happy. Because for us the happiness of children is the main thing" said Ms. Mirna.
The image of smiling is getting wider. His heart was relieved that his family allowed him to visit his adoptive parents.
*****
It doesn't feel like the day has gone by. Tian and a few teachers seemed to have just walked out of the master teacher room. The teachers are conducting meetings before the report card distribution and school holidays.
Tian heaved a sigh of relief as he exited the meeting room.
"It's really worth seeing?" scold one of his colleagues.
"Can lunch do the same doi?" said his partner.
"Did Mr Tian have a girlfriend?" ask a young teacher.
Tian only smiled hearing the question from his colleague.
"Udah Mr. Tian. Brush ajalah. You are both single" said his partner earlier.
"Bush! The brush! Said the teeth time yes play brush only," said Tian.
The teacher laughed at Tian's words. Then he added, "we're both single sir. Why long jomblo. Mending the brush in front. Miss Luna is single too, right? Beautiful again."
The young teacher called Luna just smiled shyly. Her face was blushing when anyone praised her pretty.
Tian just shook his head with a smile. He did not respond to the words of his colleague.
"I'll excuse you. I'm really hungry" said Tian.
Both of his colleagues nodded. But just a few steps, Luna called out to him.
"Well, what's wrong with Bu Luna?" ask Tian.
"Em... Can I have lunch with Mr Tian?" Luna ventured to ask Tian. Because honestly he put his heart on the young man.
Tian speechless. He looked at the long haired girl with glasses adorning his eyes.
"Where Sir? Can I have lunch with you?"
Tian was still silent. He didn't answer the question immediately press the work. Just then the tail of his eyes saw the shadow of Citra. The girl looked at Tian with a hard to interpret look.
"Partner!" mumbled wailing.
"Well! My name is Luna Pak not Citra!" luna said somewhat annoyedly.
Tian turned towards Luna. "Sorry Miss Luna. I can't have lunch with Miss Luna. Because I have an appointment with someone else. Excuse me," Tian said.
Without waiting for Luna's reply, Tian immediately passed from before Luna. He's walking in the other direction. The boy seems to be going to the library.
Luna clucked in annoyance. Failing was his plan of approaching Tian. Though he was looking for time to be alone with Tian. But truth? Tian wasn't that easy to get. Then the sweet girl went away from there.
Tian continued walking and looking for Imagery. The young man was afraid if Citra misunderstood him.
"Anne!" call Tian when he crosses paths with Anne.
"Yes Sir. What's up?" ask Anne.
"Do you see the image? I'm looking for nothing?" ask Tian.
Anne shakes. "Sorry Sir. I don't know. You see, I wasn't the same as him" Anne replied.
"Oh that's it. Thanks Anne, " said Tian.
"Yes, sir," replied Anne.
Tian then resumed his steps looking for where Citra was. But just a few steps back, Anne called back.
"See you in the library. Usually he's there sir" Anne said.
Tian gave his two thumbs up. Then he walked to the library. Where is Citra usually located.
Anne smiled at the behavior of her teacher. He didn't expect a single person like Mr. Tian to be that cute to a woman.
"Why are you smiling to yourself?" asked Arga who was suddenly standing beside Anne.
Anne looked up and smiled. "That's the prince's bucin again nyariin solo princess," replied Anne.
Both Arga's eyebrows are perfectly adrift. "Prince bucin? Princess solo? Who the hell?" tanyakanya.
"Who else if not Mr. Tian the same image of Yang," replied Anne.
Arga smiled at her smile. "It can be this stiff." Arga pinched her lover's nose.
"If they were a couple of bucin princes and solo princesses. Means I'm prince kalem and princess galak dong?" said Arga.
Anne frowned. But a second later he glared sharply at the lover.
"Enak. I'm not fierce. I'm just a bawel." Anne said while commenting on a shy smile.
Arga rattled her lover's hair. Then the two laughed together.
Meanwhile, Tian was still constantly trying to find the whereabouts of Citra. He wanted to immediately meet with Citra and explain everything. Once at the library, the young man went straight inside.
"It's real here?"