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DTPH 03: Return

"What else should I prepare, sir? Here there are already all the basic necessities and everything else!"

Bima, Vishnu's personal assistant raised a question to his boss to ascertain what other items he had to prepare to bring the boss to a place. Thirty-seven-year-old man who had just one week as a personal assistant Vishnu was a little astonished because he had asked him to prepare all the basic needs such as rice, eggs, sugar, milk, meat, meat, fruit and all. Either way, it will be taken to where and given to whom all the goods are. But if seen, these items will be given to one who is special to the boss.

Vishnu seemed to pay close attention to some of the tote bags that have been neatly arranged in the trunk of this car. He thought that these items were enough for him to give to the black-robed little girl he had met some time ago at the funeral of the old woman. Enough for the next week.

"It looks like it's enough Bim. This will definitely be very beneficial for Citra and her family."

"Partner? Who is the image, sir? Is Citra one of Lord Vishnu's relatives? Or perhaps Lord Vishnu's lover?"

Somehow the name Citra a little make the soul of Bima's curiosity increasingly struggling. So far the boss has never told me anything outside of business, but this time there seems to be a new name that is so foreign and suddenly called by Vishnu. He believes that Citra is one of the special people in the life of this boss.

Vishnu just chuckled. Is this the journey of a widower? Every time it involves one of the names of a woman, it will always be associated with the word lover or prospective wife. It was only a few moments when he held the status of a widower. And the feelings are very difficult for him to re-open the heart but somehow in the eyes of people, it becomes very easy to find a substitute woman.

"Not Bim. Citra is the little flower girl who lives around the oma cemetery. I plan on bringing these things for him."

"Oh, I think Citra is the name of Lord Vishnu's lover."

"Hemmmm, you're all there. I intend to adopt Citra and bring her and her grandmother to live with me. But the girl still did not want to. He still wanted to live in the place he currently lived."

Vishnu's brain memory repeats the first time he meets Citra. Since the first meeting, he conveyed his intentions and desires to the little girl to bring her to live in her residence. However, the girl was determined to stay there. And today, he will try to persuade her again. Perhaps, he changed his mind and wanted to stay with her.

The shadow of the condition of the residence inhabited by Citra again disturbed his inner peace. The condition of the residence made of plywood board which is really inappropriate if it is referred to as a house. The environment is a little dirty because it is an area where many people depend on their lives by working to be collectors of used goods and in the eyes of Vishnu such an environment is very unhealthy for children citra Age. That is what makes the forty-year-old widower insist on persuading the little girl to want him to move. Really, the little girl really deserved to get a much more decent life than she is today.

"It's ten o'clock, then when will Lord Vishnu leave?"

"I'll be leaving soon Bim. Please handle my job first. When I'm done with all my business, I'll be right back in the office."

"Good Sir. Be careful on the road."

Vishnu, who had previously stood near the trunk, swung his legs to reach the steering gate. He got into the car and started driving. Slowly, the car driven by Vishnu moved out of the office courtyard and began to disappear from Bima's vision.

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The face of the forty-year-old widower was so radiant that the car he was driving stopped right in the cemetery parking area. He got out of the car then headed for the trunk to retrieve all the items stored there. After all the totebag he managed to hold, he began to set foot to go to the residence of the little girl florist.

The footprints of the widower look so excited down this narrow street. The narrow road on the left right side is visible semi-permanent buildings made only of plywood. Although it looks a little seedy but does not discourage the good intentions of the widower to be able to meet the little girl immediately.

I don't know what happened to him. Since meeting with Citra, there has been something different going on inside her. He really loved that little girl. And he wants the life of Citra always under the word happy. It might be very natural for Vishnu. Because all this time, he had no children from his marriage with Dira. So that the presence of Citra can make him feel what it feels like to be a father who always poured his love for the princess. What a simple happiness. Be able to devote his affection and attention to a little girl who doesn't even have any relationship with him at all.

Footsteps that previously looked so rushed to be able to immediately arrive at Citra's residence, now began to slither when the look of Vishnu's eyes caught the crowded atmosphere around Citra's residence. And what made him even more astonished was when his bead captured the shadows of people wearing all-black clothes. This kind of situation immediately makes his heart beat irregularly. The hand that had previously been so tightly grasping a few totebags, slowly began to loosen and sure enough, what was within his grasp of the hand just fell down.

"Partner!!"

Regardless of the totebag whose contents began to scatter on the ground, Vishnu took wide footsteps to be able to reach the little girl's house. No matter the people who looked at him with question marks, Vishnu began to break through the group of people who passed by in Citra residence. A shadow of evil flashed in Vishnu's mind. He was really worried that something bad had happened to the little girl.

Vishnu's footsteps stopped when he reached the doorstep. The bead of his eyes caught something that had been stiffened which was covered with a rag. And on the side of the body that was stretched stiff, there was a little girl who made her cry bitterly.

Vishnu's lyrical call successfully made the head of Citra who previously lowered his head, now slightly raised. And the look in his eyes was rubbed with the gaze of Vishnu.

"Uncle Vishnu .... Grandma!"

Unable to withstand all the turbulent feelings in the chest, Vishnu again swung his footsteps to get closer to the little girl. His body slightly bent and he slid down on the side of the small body of Citra. Without wasting much time, Vishnu took the little girl by the hand and brought her into his arms.

"Patience is dear ... patience!"

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The roaring cry from Citra's small lips still sounded so heart-wrenching. From now on, he was not even stopping crying, spilling all the suffering and pain that might be eroding his mind. And here, next to this still wet mound of earth, Citra was still weeping violently.

"Uncle ... does God not love the image? Why did God ask the people who are dear to rest first? Mom, and now Grandma. Does God really want the image to live alone in this world?"

With tears streaming down from the windows of the heart, Citra tries to pour out all the feelings she feels. Although it sounds so innocent but really, only leaving pain in the heart of Vishnu.

Vishnu again pulled Citra's small body and he closed it tightly. It turned out that what happened to him a while ago, now happened to this little girl. Yes, they were both abandoned by my beloved grandmother. However, what makes Vishnu feel deep pain, is when a little girl of Citra's age has been abandoned by the people he loves. Which now makes it live a kara, no one who accompanies and who becomes friends to share.

"The strong, dear. The image must remain strong. Believe me if what this natural Image is one of the ways God shows His love to the Image."

"B-But why did God take all the people that Citra had, Uncle? Why does God not allow those who are dear to the Image to remain near the Image."

Vishnu rubbed Citra's back and peeked at her head shoots intensely. Trying to give strength. "God knows better what is best for Citra's grandmother. The image of seeing that some days grandma looks in pain isn't it?"

Still in Vishnu's arms, Citra nodded her head. "Yes Uncle. Grandma is sick."

"Well, now God calls grandma to rest so that grandma is no longer in pain. God gave something good to Grandma, honey. So Citra must be sure of it, that God loves mother, grandmother and Image itself."

"But, now Citra will live with whom, Uncle? The image no longer has anyone. The image will be lonely."

Vishnu broke off his embrace a little. He smiled meaningfully in front of Citra while wiping the clear crystal flowing profusely on the cheeks of this girl. "Partner don't be sad anymore. Citra still has Uncle Vishnu who will always accompany Citra."

Flabbergasted image. "P-Uncle..."

"Uncle asked you again, dear. Stay with Uncle. Uncle promised to steal you with affection and love that will never stop flowing."

"But Uncle..."

Vishnu shook his head slowly. "Already, the image does not need to think about anything else. After this Citra joined Uncle to stay at Uncle's house. There, Citra will get what Citra has never gotten."

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We focus on the life of Vishnu and Citra first yes Kak.. Before the widower met a woman who managed to disturb his inner peace... Hihihihi hihihi patient yah😘😘😘

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