Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 7

A beautiful woman came along with two security guards. The woman walked quickly while shouting loudly calling out Bagas name and telling him to stop.

"Hentikan Pak Bagas," seru wanita itu. Dia adalah Bu Indah, pemilik tempat bimbel ini.

Bagas ignored the woman's call. He continued to attack Faisal who he judged disrupted his moment together with Citra.

"Stop Mr. Bagas!" the screams are a little tight. But Bagas paid no heed to the woman's scream. Until the two guards who came with the woman held her hand.

Bagas thrashed and rebelled asking to be released. But the two guards ignored Bagas' request. They dragged Bagas away from the place.

"Are you okay with Citra?" ask the Beautiful Mom. The look in his eyes implied deep worry.

The image just shook its head. His body trembled violently because of the fear that afflicted him.

"Drink first, dear." Bu Indah thrust a bottle of mineral water on Citra who still looks scared.

"Sir Faisal is okay, right?" Now the beautiful Maam asked Faisal.

"That's okay, ma'am." Faisal replied with a smile.

"Partner" call Faisal.

"You go home with me." Faisal volunteered to drive Citra home.

Image did not answer Faisal's offer. He was only speechless with a body that was still trembling in fear.

"Picture of going home with Mr. Faisal only son. Let it be safe until home," said Mrs Indah.

The beautiful woman tried to persuade Citra to want to go home with Faisal.

Finally Citra nodded her head in response. He finally wanted to go home with Faisal.

*****

In the evening, Arga came to visit Citra's house. After hearing the story from her sister-in-law about Citra, Arga immediately contacted Citra to inquire about her condition.

"I'm fine Ga" Citra said. Currently they are both in the living room of Citra house.

Arga breathed a sigh of relief at Citra's words. He felt a little relieved even though he was not completely calm.

"Are you really okay?" ask Arga to convince.

The image nodded its head in response. Although in his heart he still harbored a little fear and worry.

"Thank God you're okay. I'm so worried about you." Arga said as he looked at the fixed image.

"I'm okay Ga. Don't worry about me" Citra replied.

Arga breathed a sigh of relief once again. He can breathe a sigh of relief now. He did not feel worried anymore because the image was fine.

"Diminum was Ga" said Wiwit as he served a cold drink to Arga.

"Still Ma'am" replied Arga.

"Thank you Ga. Earlier, Mas Faisal had been willing to bother nganterin Citra home," said Wiwit.

"Yes Ma'am. Same," answered Arga.

"Yes already. You guys keep talking. Mbak stay inside first," said Wiwit again.

Arga nodded his head politely. Everyone in this house knows Arga and his family well. Similarly, the Arga family also knows the Citra family very well.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said someone from outside.

"Wa'alaikum salam" answered Arga and Citra almost simultaneously.

"Eh there's Arga." A middle-aged man seemed to have just entered the house.

Arga nodded his head while smiling at the man.

"Eh Arga's. Is it long, kid?" greet a woman who has just entered following her husband.

"Just now, ma'am, sir," replied Arga politely.

Bu Aminah and Pak Hamzah smiled to hear Arga's reply.

"Yes already. You guys continue talking. The same father I want to go in first," said Mr. Hamzah.

Arga smiled and nodded respectfully. While Citra just silently pay attention to the motion of Arga.

"Azwan knows that you're almost a victim of abuse?" asked Arga after the two Citra parents were not there.

This time it was Citra's turn to let out a long sigh. The girl looked silent for a moment before answering that simple question.

"I'm not telling you he's Ga. I don't want to interrupt his time with his family." Citra said while playing her fingers.

"Why Cit? He also has the right to know what happened to you," said Arga.

The image again took a long breath. He did not immediately reply to Arga's words just now.

"I'm okay Ga. So I don't think Azwan needs to know. After all, Mr. Bagas did not do anything strange with me" Citra said.

Arga looked deeply into Citra's eyes. The young man could feel what the image was currently feeling. He could feel the overwhelming fear that Citra was feeling.

"It was fortunate that Mas Faisal arrived on time Ga. So Mr. Bagas did not do anything strange," Citra finally said.

Arga took a breath and exhaled slowly. His eyes still continued to stare at the face of the girl in front of him fixedly.

The smiling image heard Arga's words just now. He could feel the sincerity in the tone of the young man who secretly loved him.

"Yes. Tomorrow if Azwan can't pick me up. I'll call you." The image replied to Arga's words with a smile growing on her face.

"Yes already. I go home first. It's night. I haven't done PR chemistry yet." Arga said goodbye while standing up from his seat.

The image smiled and nodded its head. "Thank you for playing here" Citra said.

Arga smiled at Citra's words. "Yes Citra. I go home first. I'll see you tomorrow at school" Arga said.

After saying goodbye to both parents and Citra's two older brothers, the young man then left the house. He then took his motorcycle to his home.

Before long the young man had arrived at a minimalist house but it looked elegant and luxurious.

"Eh elo Ga" said the owner.

Arga smiled at the friendly greeting of the host.

"So yuk," he asked.

"Not to Wan. Outside of aja. More cool," reject Arga subtly.

"Tumben stopped by here what's wrong?" ask Azwan.

Arga let out a long sigh before answering Azwan's question. His eyes looked straight ahead. His mouth is still tightly closed.

"Where have you been all day?" Arga asked without looking at Azwan. His eyes were still looking straight ahead.

Azwan frowned. He didn't understand Arga's words just now.

"I mean Lo?" Azwan asked his friend.

Arga smiled obliquely at Azwan's question. "Citra is almost a victim of abuse" Arga said. He said that with a serious face.

Azwan looked surprised to hear Arga's words just now.

"Partners are almost victims of abuse?" reset Azwan.

Arga nodded his head. He looked straight ahead.

"He was almost harassed by one of his tentors. Fortunately, Mas Faisal knew. So it can be prevented." Arga explained it according to what he heard from his sister-in-law.

Azwan was further shocked to hear Arga's explanation. He didn't know that his girlfriend had almost been the victim of abuse.

"After I heard the news. I went straight to Citra's house. I want to make sure he's okay" said Arga.

Azwan was silent at Arga's words. Her heart was a little hot when she heard Arga's words just now. He felt jealous when he heard so much of Arga's concern for Citra.

"Gue says this isn't what makes you jealous. I confess this all pure because my affection is the same Citra." Arga said so while looking into the eyes of the friend.

Azwan returned Arga's gaze with an erratic feeling. He thanked Arga because the young man cared so much about Citra. But she also felt jealous because Arga had always been the first to know about the matter of Citra.

"Gue hope you pay more attention to Citra. Don't let him feel ignored by the person he loves" Arga said before leaving Azwan's house.

Azwan was still standing in front of his house. He still couldn't believe what he had just heard. She felt guilty for allowing her lover to experience such a sad event.

Without thinking. Azwan enters the house and snatches the key. He also grabbed his jacket lying on the bed.

"Where are you going Wan?" ask Mr. Bayu.

Azwan stopped his steps and looked towards the father.

"You're out, Pa" Azwan replied.

Mr. Bayu stood up from his chair and walked over to his son.

"It's night. Where the hell are you going?" ask Mr. Bayu.

Azwan clucked annoyed at hearing the father's question.

"After doang Pa. Not until midnight Azwan will be home. Azwan promised," Azwan said.

"Yes, but where are you going?" ask Mr. Bayu.

Azwan was even more upset that his father was still holding back his footsteps.

"To Pa's friend's house." Azwan finally answered his father's question.

"Udah ah's. Azwan walk first. Afraid of the night" he said.

After saying his greetings, the handsome young man immediately walked towards the garage. And not how long was heard the roar of the motorbike engine that was speeding.

Azwan drove his bike at high speed. He did not care about the condition of the streets that still looked crowded.

Azwan drove his motorbike at an increasingly high speed. He wanted to get to her house and apologize to her.

Azwan immediately got off his bike as soon as he got in front of the lover's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Azwan said his regards. There is no truth from within.

Azwan did not give up. He tried once again. But there is still no truth from within. Maybe the residents of the house have all slept. So Azwan thought.

Once again Azwan tried to say hello. But still there is no lawfulness. He finally decided to leave the front of the house. But his steps stopped when his ears heard the sound of a key child playing someone from inside the house.