Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 72

Arga takes Citra to a small house on the outskirts of town. He sat Citra's body on a chair and tied her legs and hands with a mine he had prepared.

"This way you won't be able to go anywhere. You'll stay here with me" he said.

Arga tied Citra's body tightly. He didn't want Citra to escape from him.

"Well, done! Now you won't be able to get away from me." He said while stroking the cheeks Citra gently.

The day has gone by noon. Arga seemed to fall asleep on the sofa not far from Citra. It seemed like he was exhausted from the long journey he had taken earlier.

Citra. He frowned. His head was spinning and his body was in all pain. Slowly he tried to open his eyes. He spread his eyes around.

"Where is this?" He asked as his eyes examined the foreign room.

The image tries to move his hands and feet. "Why am I tied up? Who tied me up like this?" muttered.

He still didn't realize that Arga was asleep on the couch. The image tries to untie that bond. But his efforts were in vain. The rope bond was too strong to make it difficult for him to escape.

The image keeps trying. He doesn't want to give up. He tried again to get the bond broken.

Hearing a noise, Arga awoke from her sleep.

"Partner! Are you awake?" He said as he rubbed his eyes.

Hearing Arga's voice, Citra turned her head. There was a glimmer of hope to get out of that place as soon as possible.

"Arga, help me break this bond. We need to get out of here soon." He said while pointing at the bond with his chin.

Arga was silent. He stared at the image without doing anything.

"Arga! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. Before the bad guy comes back," he repeated.

Arga just stared at Citra with a hard look to interpret.

"That's!" call again.

Arga was still silent. A second later a smile spread across his face.

"We're not going to get out of here" he said.

"Well! Mean you?" ask Citra.

Arga smiled obliquely. "Yes. We'll be here forever. We're going to start our new lives together here" he said.

The image shook his head. "No. I'm going home. I'd like to see Papa and Mama."

"What is Citra? They don't care about you. The proof until now they're not looking for you, are they?" abugn.

Hearing that, Citra could only shake her head. He doesn't want to be in this place forever. He wants to go home.

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Tegar arrived at Pak Bayu's house just as azan magrib reverberated. He got out of his car and was followed by his wife.

"Assalamu'alaikum." He said as he walked towards the living room.

"Wa'alaikumusalam," replied Pak Bayu and Tian almost simultaneously.

"Hows it? Has anyone heard from Citra?" tanyanya is impatient.

Everything there shakes. No one can call Citra because the phone is dead or accidentally turned off.

"Sorry, did you report to the police?" ask wife Hardcore.

"Police have not been able to process the report because the Image has not been lost for 2x24 hours" Tian said.

The beautiful woman could only hear him.

"Have you contacted Citra's friends? Who knew they were with him now?" ask the woman again.

"Partner is not the type of child who likes to stay or go without saying goodbye to anyone. He is also not the type of child who likes to go out of the house if there is no need," Tian explained.

The woman went back to silence. He never knew the habits of the image. She only heard the story from her husband. He had never spoken directly to Citra before.

"We need to find him immediately. Do not rely on the officers. Gratitude-gratitude we can find Citra before we report to the officer," suggested Tegar.

"I agree. We have to move fast" Tian said.

Mr. Bayu nodded in agreement. The man then called Azwan and some of his workers to help find Citra.

"Darling, you wait here. I'm the same others want to find Citra first," he said to his wife.

The beautiful woman agreed. "You be careful, my friend. Hopefully Citra will meet soon," he said.

Meanwhile, Miss Mirna is being pacified by Anne. The girl repeatedly apologized to the mother who looked desperate.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said someone.

"Wa'alaikumusalam's chat. Uh sister Aida," said Anne.

The woman called Aida smiled. He walked over to Anne and Miss Mirna.

"I'm sorry and Mas Tegar has just arrived now. Because it had to wait for Mas Tegar to go home with the apple first," explained Aida.

"It's okay, brother. Thank you for coming here" Anne replied.

Ms. Mirna seemed to stroke the image neatly stored in a frame. The woman's tears kept flowing down her cheeks.

"Partra... Where are you, son? Home Nak! Mama misses you. Home Nak!" He said as he gently stroked the photo.

Anne could only sigh deeply. He was sad to see the Mama who seemed to lose his spirit when he heard the news if Citra disappeared.

"Since then Mama kept this up, sister! I felt guilty for asking him to accompany me earlier. If only I hadn't...."

"You don't blame yourself. I'm sure Citra won't hurt you either. This is Anne's death. It's not a coincidence," cut Aida fast.

"But it's all my fault, brother. Because of me Citra became a wretch. It used to be because of me, the image of an accident. Now because of me also Citra...."

"Ssttt. Don't blame yourself. I'm sure Citra isn't your fault. Imagery isn't that kind of person, is it?" said Aida.

Elsewhere, Citra is still trying to untie her hands and feet. He tried hard even though his efforts often found failure.

"You eat first. I'm bribe." Said Arga while opening the rice package he brought.

Arga spooned the rice and fed it to Citra.

The image turned his face. He won't take the rice from Arga's hand.

"You should eat. I don't want you to get sick" said Arga.

Imaged speech. He still won't open his mouth. It makes Arga angry. He threw the rice packet into a mess on the floor.

"YOU WHAT DO YOU THINK? HUH UH?! I'M TRYING WELL WITH YOU. I WANT YOU TO EAT. BUT WHY DID YOU REJECT IT?" his yell.

The image closed his eyes tightly. Her tears were soaking her cheeks. He was scared when he heard Arga's loud voice.

Seeing Citra crying, Arga approached towards her. His face instantly changed when he saw Citra's tears falling down.

"Partner, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just a reflex. Sorry, my dear!" He said while trying to touch Citra's cheek.

The image tries to keep her cheeks out of Arga's reach. He doesn't want Arga touching him.

Meanwhile, Tian and Tegar searched for Citra up to almost the border.

"Let's ask the owner of the house." Said Tian while pointing to a house.

"You sure?" ask Hardcore.

"Yes sure not sure. But what's wrong in trying," said Tian.

Hardcore agrees. They got out of the car and walked towards the house and knocked on the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Excuse me!" tian said.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Tegar.

Hearing someone say a greeting, Arga got up from where he was crouching.

"Shut up here. I'm out for a second. Do not shout or shout" said Arga.

After saying that, Arga immediately walked towards the door.

"That's!" scream at someone outside.

Arga widened his eyes. He wanted to close the door but it was too late. Stiffness held him with her sturdy hands.

"Are you with Citra?" ask Hardcore.

Arga smiled obliquely. "What are you looking for?"

"Arga! Answer my question. Do you know where Citra is now?" emphatically.

Arga was about to open his mouth when his ears heard an object fall.

"Partner!" The screecher ran in.