Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 53

Mr. Bayu stared at Citra with a fixed. "If Tian isn't what you've been thinking all along?"

The image frowned. "I mean Papa? Imagery... Does the image understand?"

Mr. Bayu reviewed the smile. After that Mr. Bayu started his story. The man told me everything that Tian had said earlier. There's nothing he's covering up anymore. The man hoped that after hearing the story, Citra could open her eyes and heart to look into Tian's heart.

"Papa didn't want to interfere too deeply. Papa can only give you advice. All decisions remain with you," said Mr Bayu.

The image fell silent hearing what the papa was saying. He seemed to be thinking about everything. It turned out that he had been misjudging Tian all along. He had misunderstood the young man all along.

"Citra," call Mr. Bayu. Her hand stroked overtime hair Citra.

"Papa knows maybe you still can't forget your heartache. Maybe you still feel reluctant to open your heart to others" said Mr. Bayu.

"But Papa asks, lest the feeling close your heart and eyes. Do not let that feeling make you antipathy to the opposite sex," said Mr. Bayu.

Silent image. He listened to all the words of his father with mixed feelings. His brain was trying to digest every word his father said.

"Tian is a good young man. He has absolutely no intention of playing you. He sincerely loves you," continued Mr. Bayu.

The image looked at the father with a look of disbelief. How could there be someone who was sincere to him? Where there might be a prince who loves a bad person like himself.

After listening to the story from his father, Citra became guilty of Tian. The girl felt herself to be too mean to the young man.

"You think about everything again. I hope you can make the right decision. Now rest yes. Tomorrow has to be controlled, right?" said Mr. Bayu.

Smiling image. Then he began to lay his body on the bed. Mr. Bayu then stepped out of Citra's room.

After the death of his father, Citra again contemplated all the words of his father. He went back to reflecting on what his father had said earlier.

"Is he really that sincere as I am? Does he really love me unconditionally?" he said in his heart.

The image took his cell phone which he put in a small cupboard next to his bed. He then looked for Tian's contacts and suppressed him. At first he hesitates, but he convinces himself that this is what he should do.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Citra said after her call was received by Tian.

Hearing the voice of someone he desperately missed, made Tian's face radiant. His heart flowered when he heard the voice of the heart again.

"Wa'alaikumusalam," replied Tian.

Silent. No one made a sound after Tian answered his greetings. Both are shrouded in awkwardness.

"Em.. sorry to interrupt your break time, Mr." Citra said.

Tian returned to smile. "Nothing Image. You're not bothering me" he replied.

Silence enveloped the two. Only the occasional sound of breathing was heard.

"What is Citra?" Tian ventured to ask after a moment of silence.

"Em.. I. I want to talk to you, Mr." Citra replied in a nervous voice.

"Speak about what?" Tian asked again with a astonished expression. His heart beat fast when Citra said that.

"Speaking about.. about us, about us" he explained.

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This morning Arga and his family seemed to be decorating the house with various decorations and flowers. They all seemed very excited to welcome the new family members.

Yep! Tomorrow is Nanda and Naima's wedding day. Arga and his family deserve to be busy because the reception was held at home. Nanda did not want the show to be held in the building or hotel. Because he and Naima want a comfortable and also unpretentious atmosphere.

"Anne did you tell me, didn't you?" ask Salman to his son.

"Udah Bun's. He promised to come. Tomorrow too Arga will pick him up" replied Arga.

Mrs Salman heard Arga's reply.

"Em. if Citra. She... Can't come tomorrow?" This time, Salman asked.

Arga looked at the father. A second later he shrugged his shoulders a sign of not knowing.

"He just healed well. So Arga doesn't know he can come or not" explained Arga.

There was a look of disappointment when Arga said that. Mr. Salman and his wife clearly expect Citra to come to Nanda's important event. Because they already consider Citra like their own biological children.

"Yes hopefully Citra will heal quickly Well. Let him come to Nanda's show tomorrow" Ms Salman said.

Salman smiled as he looked at his wife.

In a different place, Ms. Aminah and Mr. Hamzah seemed to be preparing to leave. A large suitcase and a large carry-on bag seemed to have been taken out of the house.

"Is everything sir?" ask Bu Aminah.

"Already Mom. Everything has been transported to the car. Clothes and other furniture have also been put in bags" replied Mr. Hamzah.

Bu Aminah seemed to take a long breath. The woman looked heavy as she was about to leave the house filled with memories.

"Shouldn't we say the same as Citra Pak?" ask Bu Aminah.

Mr. Hamzah breathed a heavy sigh upon hearing the wife's question.

"We should pay to Citra Pak. Yes, even though I'm not sure Citra will accept us. But at least tell him if we move," said Bu Aminah.

Mr. Hamzah took a long breath once again. True what the wife said. They should have said goodbye to Citra. After all, Citra is the nephew of Bu Aminah.

"Yes, we said the same image first. Now we go to Bayu and Mirna's house. Earlier this morning Bayu told me that he was at home" said Mr. Hamzah finally.

Eventually the two parents left for Citra and her family. During the trip, the two did not talk much. Only breaths could be heard from the two.

Before long, the car they were riding in had arrived in front of the Citra family home. Mr. Hamzah and Mr. Aminah immediately got out of the car and walked towards the security guard post.

Mr. Hamzah seemed to talk for a while with a security guard there. After obtaining permission, the two old men immediately entered the house.

"Wait a minute, sir, Mom. I call Mr. Bayu first," he said.

Mr. Hamzah and Ms. Aminah smiled awkwardly. They were now sitting in the living room of the luxurious house.

"Mr. Mama!"