LAST LADY

Chapter 95 The Remembrance of the Past

Would love grow in a child when she saw her former stepmother who is now alone because her husband is dead? Then is it wrong if there is a desire to take him as a wife?

Moreover, the stepmother is now in need of protection and assistance to solve the severe problems that are being faced.

Meanwhile, in the mind of a widow said, should I love my former stepson? Is it wrong to want to make her a husband? Is this the love that grew up in the wrong place?

Cytra and Radita struggle with each other's thoughts inside each other's rooms.

The thought was naturally slammed into their heads on a lonely night after the terror of the gunfire passed a few hours ago.

They are ordinary people. Who has a problem in overcoming their loneliness. People who feel like they want to be protected and protected. Who has the desire to alleviate their problems.

And so in their own rooms, which were under one roof of the building of a great house like that palace, their bodies rolled about restlessly on the bed. The whisper of the devil also had come to lead them to do something that violates the layout.

"Do now! Come to him express directly your love feelings. Then you fucked him so you could lighten the weight of his mind," whispered the devil out loud in the ear.

"Don't! You are a civilized man. Intellectual man who is not easily tempted to vent your lust. Don't do that. Express your love if you are in love with her. But don't let your feelings of love slip with dirty intentions" their healthy minds said.

The struggle of feeling lasted quite tiring until they fell asleep by clutching a pillow bolsters.

The next morning when Cytra woke up their mood was a little mending. No longer pestered by the appearance of that strange feeling.

While Radita is thinking about Vika, his wife. Until that morning Vika had not come home without giving any news.

But yesterday afternoon's quarrel was clear that Vika's wish was a divorce with the consequences of getting Radita's share of the property so burdensome.

"You're just gonna let me go without any of the possessions you gave me? I don't want to! You used to snatch my virginity in exchange for a meager dowry. Now will you release me empty-handed? Nah! I'm not.mau!" said Vika yesterday afternoon with a sour face.

"Then for what purpose we got married first. Is just to cover up the disgrace we have done. And after that you asked to separate after it's safe?"

"I've never loved you before. Just because I'm too drunk, and you're fucking me, we're finally getting married!"

That last sentence was what made Radita's feelings crumble. Later that night after Vika leaves she contemplates it herself on the side veranda of the house before Cytra comes to accompany her.

"Hot coffee can refresh a crumpled mind" said Cytra suddenly from behind awakening Radita who was daydreaming in front of the dining table.

In her eyes, Cytra's hands carried two cups of warm coffee.

Of course Radita was rather surprised to receive a warm cup of coffee from Cytra. It's not uncommon for Radita to drink coffee even though she actually likes it. Because Vika never did it like Cytra. Mostly before leaving for work he ate bread and drank milk provided by household assistants.

"Thanks. Apparently you like to drink coffee every morning, huh?" ask Radita.

"Hmmm....I don't like coffee" replied Cytra spontaneity.

"Don't like coffee, but why do you brew coffee. Two more glasses" Radita said, full of question marks.

Knowing that his actions are being suspected by Radita, Cytra coughs a little to cover up her embarrassment. "I am so stupid. Why I said I don't like coffee. Can tell him that I have attention to him" he murmured inwardly.

Seeing Cytra coughing like a choking Radita ran to the dispenser to fetch water and was given to Cytra.

The feeling of Cytra who was embarrassed now disappeared immediately saw Radita also pay attention to him. Then the water he drank two sips.

"Let's drink coffee mumpung still warm," said Cytra want to repay Radita's kindness.

"I'm sorry I'm in a hurry to get to work." Radita stood up from her chair and hurried to walk out.

Cytra was still sitting in front of the large dining table. His face pouted. But only briefly because Radita appeared again while running into the house, and took a cup of coffee that had been made by Cytra. Then he drank two sips too.

"Enak! It's a pity that I've made no drink" he said, then rushed to the front door again.

"Heart on the road!" cytra exclaimed as Radita disappeared behind the door.

After that very romantic scene had passed, Cytra still remained seated in front of the dining table. Her lips flicked a small smile.

It was nice to see Radita's attitude just now. Now it looks good on him. Until you get all the white water. Radita's never been so attentive to her all this time.

Cytra was still sitting in front of the dining table. He noticed the surrounding atmosphere. Nothing has changed in a mansion like that palace. Everything is still in its place. Photos, wall hangings and furniture. It's still like when he left after Samyokgie, Radita's birth father died. Remembered back in his past.

Now Samyokgie is gone, back to the Almighty. Only Radita's only child remains and Cytra's two children are married to Samyokgie: Son and Sanjaya.

The two boys had left school a few minutes ago with two babysitters and two bodyguards. As Radita said, security against them must be stronger. Because there is a threat from outside that is not clearly known motivation.

"How short it turns out time runs," murmured Cytra himself in front of the dining table.

If calculated based on the calendar means that it has been about four years Cytra left the mansion like that palace. Cytra left her children because she still wanted to continue her career as a singer at that time.

Radita does not want Putra and Sanjaya to live as Cytra experienced. So it was forbidden for the two children to be brought to live with Cytra.

"You've been very lucky to be married to my father. Your name is becoming more and more a highly respected person. Then it doesn't matter if you leave without taking your children," Radita said, without pitying Cytra.

At that time Cytra felt he meant nothing in the conglomerate's domestic life.

It's only natural that Radita speaks so badly. Due to the difference in conditions that are very far away, such as the earth and sky. What does Cytra mean in front of them. He, only a foreigner from Java who pitted his fate in Jakarta.

Like rice has already become porridge. So thought Cytra when faced with a difficult problem. When Papa Radita, Samyokgie, declares he wants to marry her.

At that time there were two choices that were very difficult to determine Cytra. Rejecting Samyokgie's proposal means she will lose her chastity for free. Whereas if instead received the proposal, she became her own mother's honey. Although finally his mother, Vionita, received the treatment Cytra very painful...

Cytra cried recalling the incident ten years ago.

Still at the dinner table he gulped again the water given by Radita earlier. While the cup of coffee that he made himself has not been drunk until it becomes cool.

"Yes, God why is my mind struggling to get to that bad event again" muttered Cytra reminiscing about the hard times of the past.

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