Culun's Son-in-law's Secret

Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 24

The roar of Imagra's breath sounded so clear, as she was already getting closer to the door of her room.

Being haunted by excessive fear. Then Citra tightened the fruit-peeling knife in her left hand and then she hid the knife behind her body.

Yes, at this time Citra was very afraid that the person who knocked on the door was Rifki. Because, since then the person who knocked on the door of the room did not make the slightest sound.

Taps....

The image placed its hand on the Door knob, and a second later Citra pushed the door of the room a little rough.

"Auntie," said Citra annoyed, after the door was wide open. And showed the figure of bi Ninik who smiled sweetly towards him.

"Eh...Non Citra, sorry," said bi Ninik showed a row of neat teeth.

The image rubbed the chest up to several times, feeling relieved and upset because of the actions of his servant.

"Why didn't you call my name when you knocked on the door?" chirps Citra is upset.

But the look on his face still looked frightened, even cold sweat still splashed as big as corn seeds from the forehead.

"I'm sorry aunt Non, auntie did not dare to call Non's name, because the guest was still in the living room, and she insisted she would wait for the arrival of Non Citra," bi Ninik said while looking down because he was afraid Citra was angry. Because, he was unable to evict the uninvited guest.

A pair of Netra Citra managed to perfectly round, when he heard the servant's speech.

He did not expect that Rifki would happen that way.

"Well, it doesn't matter. As long as you all do not tell me to be here," Citra said.

Bi Ninik nodded. Then he left Citra's room and resumed his work.

After Bi Ninik's departure, then Citra again locked the door of the room tightly. Then he put the fruit-peeling knife back into place.

"We will see, until when the tormentor's husband survives waiting for my arrival in the living room," Inner Citra then he immediately walked to the bed and lay down his body on it.

While Rifki is still faithful waiting for Citra's arrival in the living room, he began to feel bored and anxious.

He had been sitting there for hours waiting. However, all this time there were no signs of the image appearing.

Rifki then stood up from his seat, and decided to tour the Villa with the aim of unwinding the tiredness that lay in the depths of the heart.

Tap.tap.

Rifki continued to walk until he finally reached the garden behind the Villa. Then he looked towards the beach, enjoying for a moment the sound of the waves that sounded against each other.

While Citra who was in the room, she also began to open her eyes slowly and then she smiled sweetly. Because he felt his nap this time was very good.

"Hoam...!" then Citra glanced at the clockwork perched on the wall, which turned out to be six o'clock by day.

Accompanied by a sweet smile, he walked slowly to the balcony of his room and intended to enjoy for a moment the view of the stretch of beach before he cleaned himself.

However, the happiness that was clearly drawn on his face, suddenly disappeared when he saw Rifki was looking at him.

Imagra hurriedly turned her back, hoping her husband Rifki did not see her. But, baby, hope is hope. And now Rifki has run towards him.

Rifki who already knew a little about the ins and outs of Villa Citra, then he continued to swing his soles until he stopped right in front of the door of the room, which he believed was Citra's hiding place.

Rifki kept banging on the door and occasionally he called out his wife Citra's name. But there was no word from inside the room. It's lonely, like it's uninhabited.

"Did I see wrong?" Rifki began to doubt her vision.

"But that's impossible, obviously I saw Citra standing on the balcony" Rifki continued to mutter in his heart. Then he went back to banging on the door.

While Citra was in the room, she began to feel panic, and she did not know what to do now. Wanting to jump from the balcony was impossible, it could be later that his life would float.

Brakes....

The door was broken by Rifki, then he went straight into the room while calling his wife's name.

"Partner... Imagery... Imagery."

Rifki keeps calling his wife's name while looking for Citra's whereabouts from corner to corner, but she does not find Citra's whereabouts, making Rifki feel a little desperate.

But when despair was brewing in the depths of his heart, suddenly the beach breeze blew so fiercely, that it made the curtain danced before his eyes with a gurgle.

With reflex Rifki also direct a pair of neutrals facing the window curtain. And suddenly his eyeballs managed to perfectly round when he saw a pair of smooth legs hiding behind the curtain.

Rifki walked slowly towards the window, then she flicked the curtain carefully.

"Pe-Citra....!" rifki. Then he pulled Citra's body into his arms.

The image that felt his heart as if it was dislodged from its nest because it felt an overwhelming fear, then he pushed Rifki's body that was about to embrace him.

"Don't touch me....!" screams The image echoed in the room. Until Rifki stops his actions.

Then Citra walked back a few steps towards the balcony.

"What image do you mean, I am your legal husband, and right now I miss you so much" Rifki said as she followed Citra's footsteps.

The image flicked his lips forming a smile.

"Wife...! where have you been for two years? did you realize that I'm your wife now?" citra said with a smile miris considering Rifki's treatment of her.

Rifki. And he was unable to answer the question of Image.

It cannot be denied, that after Citra disappeared a few months later Rifki realized his feelings for Citra.

"Oh. lest you know that I am a rich man, then you now want me, yes.'kan," recused Citra.

Again Rifki was silent, and unable to answer Citra's question, but he was not ceaselessly circulating his gaze on the sole of Citra's foot that just kept stepping.

Until finally, the sole of Citra's feet suddenly slipped making her stagger backward.

"Ah...H....!" Imagery screaming. And now his body hangs on the iron trellis of his room balcony.

Rifki who saw that with lightning fast reached out. But Citra with lightning fast also brushed off Rifki's hand.

"I'd rather die than accept your help, get out of here...! this is all because of you" cried Citra.

Then he shouted out the name of his servant, Ninik.