Cidro (Between Love And Wounds)

Chapter 8

"Diminum dulu Wan." Citra menyodorkan segelas minuman kepada Azwan yang kini tengah duduk di depannya.

"Favor Cit." Azwan said while smiling sweetly at the girl.

Azwan raised the glass and sipped a little water in the glass.

"So the show was fun?" ask Citra without taking her eyes off.

Azwan looked surprised at the spontaneous Citra question.

"I'm sorry. I should have picked you up." Azwan said without answering Citra's question.

The image smiled faintly hearing Azwan's words. His eyes stared straight at his feet covered in flip-flops.

"I'm sorry. I should have been more concerned with you than the kayak get-togethers before" Azwan said.

The image took a long breath. He did not immediately answer or answer Azwan's words.

"If you want to be angry with me. I Accept Cit."

The image still does not answer Azwan's words. He remained silent without anything he did.

"Partner" call Azwan. His hand grabbed Citra's fingers and grasped them tightly.

"I'm sorry about you. Because of me, you were almost a victim. Because of me, you are traumatized and scared" Azwan said. His eyes stared fixedly at Citra.

The image took a long breath. He removed his hand from Azwan's.

"Are you angry with me?" asked Azwan when he saw the expression of the lover's face that was not as usual.

"I'm sorry Cit. I admit to being wrong with you. I should've picked you up back from tutoring. But I go to get-togethers with my friends."

The image looked at Azwan with a hard-to-understand look.

"I'm not angry with you. I just feel disappointed the same...."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know, I was wrong. I'm sorry about you," cut Azwan.

"You don't have to apologize, Wan. You are not wrong. You also need to socialize with others. You don't have to keep me the same for 24 hours, do you?" citra.

Azwan was stunned to hear Citra's words. He felt even more guilty for being too concerned about his friends.

"You don't have to feel guilty. I don't blame you. I was just disappointed in myself. Why can't I be tough on other people" he said.

Azwan looked at the lover with a guilty look. He felt very guilty after hearing Arga's explanation earlier.

"I'm sorry. I'm not taking care of you" Azwan regretted.

The image lifted its face and looked towards Azwan.

"I'm okay Wan. He was in shock. But now I'm fine. I'm okay" Citra replied. He tried to convince his girlfriend.

"You don't blame yourself. I'm not angry with you at all."

"You need friends too. You also need to socialize with others. I don't want to limit your relationship. I don't want to be a selfish girl who's only selfish." Citra said as she patted Azwan's shoulder slowly.

Azwan was stunned to hear Citra's words. His tone sounded light and without burden.

"I don't want you to be far away from your friends. I don't want you to be friends because of me." The image continued his words while staring at the starless dark night sky.

"From what happened I learned. Learn to be more careful with others."

Azwan was increasingly stunned to hear Citra's words. How mature the girl was. He had no problem at all about Azwan not picking him up this afternoon. She encourages Azwan to socialize with others. Unlike most girls who demand the guy is always there for them.

The image is unique. He had no anger even though he was hurt. He had no sense of vengeance despite being persecuted. How lucky Azwan is to have a lover like Citra.

*****

The morning sun shone with its light. His sharp but gentle radiance managed to break into the house through the gap of the vent.

"Wit help you wake up. Kok did not wake up yet" said Bu Aminah at noon.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Wiwit. The girl went to the sister's room.

Wiwit steps stop right in front of the Citra room. The girl knocked on the door of Citra's room which was still tightly closed.

Once, twice he tried to knock and call his sister. But there was no answer from within. He tried once again. But still Citra did not answer his call.

"Mas Hardcore! Mas" cried Wiwit.

Tegar who had just arrived in the dining room, looked surprised to hear Wiwit's screams. Likewise with Mrs Aminah and Mr. Hamzah. The parents were shocked to hear the screams of their son.

"What's the Deck?" tanya Rigid when she was in front of Citra's room.

"Partner doesn't answer when I call. The door is also in the key. I'm afraid he's why-why Mas," explained Wiwit.

Hearing that, Tegar tried to open the door of Citra's room. But his attempt failed because the door was locked from the inside.

"Bring down the door" said Mr. Hamzah.

Steady nodded his head. Then the strong-bodied young man broke down the door of his sister's room. Once, twice the door won't open. Tegar broke down once more and finally the door opened.

The four of them immediately entered Citra's room. Wiwit and Bu Aminah immediately approached his son's bed.

The image does not answer his mother's call. His eyes remain closed. His face looked very pale.

"Partner! Wake up, son" said Aminah. The woman shook the child's body.

"Partner. Build the Deck," Wiwit said.

But Citra still does not respond to the calls and words of her brother and mother.

"Badan Citra is very hot Mom." Tegar said while holding the image's forehead.

"We're taking him to the hospital" Mr. Hamzah said.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Rigid immediately raised the body of the younger brother in a sling. Wiwit immediately ordered a taxi online.

Meanwhile, Azwan seemed to be preparing to leave for school. The young man appeared to put up his shoes.

"Wan," call Anne.

Azwan glanced at the twin. Then he refocused on his shoelaces again.

"Elo pick up the image, right?" anne asked Azwan.

Azwan simply nodded his head without looking towards Anne.

"Gue can't nitip?" ask Anne again.

"Nitip what?"

Anne smiled a faint smile at Azwan's voice.

"Nitip buyin doughnuts. All buyin also make the image yes," replied Anne.

Azwan clucked annoyed at the answer of the younger brother. He's too lazy to stop by first.

"Why not buy it yourself?"

This time Anne was upset. "Cuman nitip dikit. I'll make the image later the cake." Anne said as she looked at Azwan expectantly.

"Yes yes. I bought it" replied Azwan.

Anne smiled broadly at Azwan's response. "Thank you Wan."

Azwan glanced at Anne. He then returned to his shoes. Shortly thereafter the young man got up from his seat and immediately stepped towards his big bike.

"Don't forget yes" Anne said.

Azwan did not respond to Anne's words. He immediately drove his vehicle to the gate of his house.

Azwan drove his motorbike at medium speed. He's not speeding like last night. This morning he was more relaxed because Citra did not blame him.

The motor continues to split the road. While passing by the flower shop, Azwan pulled over his vehicle. He got off his bike immediately.

"Search what flowers?" ask the shop staff.

"I'm looking for a mama rose." Azwan answered while looking at the flowers in the shop.

"There's Mas. What red roses want white?" ask the officer again.

"Red red roses. But it's like a bouquet that can be, right?" Azwan.

"Can It be." The officer replied with a sweet smile.

"Please write the words first Mas," said the official. He thrust a paper and a ballpoint pen towards Azwan.

Azwan received the two objects and immediately wrote a short poem for the lover.

"Udah Ma'am." Azwan handed the ballpoint pen and greeting card to the florist.

"Make her boyfriend?" The clerk asked as he accidentally read a love poem that Azwan had written on the greeting paper.

Azwan only smiled at the shop clerk's question.

"Hopefully Citra likes the same surprise" said Azwan in his heart.

When it was finished, Azwan immediately walked out of the flower shop. Now he's headed for the donut shop. He's gonna buy Anne's doughnut.

Azwan came out of the donut shop with a bag containing donuts ordered by his sister.

"Now just pick up the princess" he said in his heart.

A smile spread perfectly on his face. He could imagine Citra's cheeks blushing as she looked at the shock she brought. He could also imagine the sweet smile that was growing on the face of the lover.

Azwan drove his motorbike towards Citra's house. That handsome face did not stop her sweet smile.

Azwan arrives in front of Citra's house just as the phone he keeps in his pants pocket vibrates.

"Yes hello Anne. What's up?" asked Azwan as soon as he picked up the phone.

"WHAT?!"