Marrying my Maid

Getting Pressure From Different Sides

The image did not answer. He looked up and looked at Daniel. The image breathed out softly and then smiled softly.

"Y...Yes I'm fine, thank you very much." Citra replied while receiving a gift tissue from Flowers.

"Thank God, I was so worried when I saw you crying earlier. I thought Daniel had hurt you" said Bunga. He smiled cheerfully and then extended his hand to Citra.He wanted to shake hands and get acquainted with Citra. With a bit of hesitation finally Citra received a helping hand from Bunga.

"I'm Citra. You who?"

"I'm Flower. Thank you very much" Citra said.

"Same - same,"

Silent, no one spoke. They are too busy with their own thoughts. The image is busy arranging the heart and also the shame. He was ashamed to remember his stupid actions.

As for Bella, she was busy and stared at Citra from top to bottom. His face looked cheerful in contrast to Daniel who looked glum while staring at Citra.

"Darling, now we go home. I have other business after this" Daniel said after a moment of silence. He fell sweetly and grabbed the waist of the flower.

The deg!

The heart of Citra dolos see the intimacy of the couple in front of him. The image of his heart lowered even more slashed by the wound that was so painful. There was a silent jealousy - silence in his heart.

'Lord, if this is my path. Please strengthen my heart, ' Inner Image.

"Well, what's so cool, Mom? He said you were free today. I still want to know Citra, Mas?"

"There's a sudden affair. Come on, we can get acquainted with this stranger, next time."

Again the image seemed to be pierced by a dagger after hearing the words of Daniel. But he could do nothing but accept.

"Foreigners? Loh, not that you just said, that the image is...."

"You want to go home alone or with me" asked Daniel to the point

Flowers pursed her lips. He sat down and went ahead of Daniel.

Daniel took a deep breath. He reached into his pants pocket and then took out a wallet. Daniel took quite a lot of money, then handed it to Citra.

"I know this is outrageous! Can you not ruin my life anymore? And don't ever ask me to meet again!"

The image is smiling thinly. When she saw the money in Daniel's hand, she shook her head slowly and said, "I don't need the money. Just relax, I won't bother you. In fact, I'm very sorry that the merchant acted stupid as before. I have no shame, but I don't need mercy."

Daniel turned around, then walked away leaving a silent image - silent again crying.

"Why can I do something like that? I feel so sorry" Citra muttered.

The image was drowned in one of the chairs. He nodded while normalizing his heartbeat. He's speechless. Faintly he began to hear the words of some people not far from him.

"He's not shameless. Getting pregnant out of wedlock, but taking responsibility for each other,"

"You're right. She must be a cheap woman,"

The image chuckled blandly while covering both of his ears. What they say is all true. He was cheap, but everything was not his will.

If you can choose, he wants to turn the clock. His heart and mind were already too tired from getting pressure from various sides.

Who is the woman who wants to be like her? being the backbone of the family, in a match, threatened, abused and now his life is full of suffering.

If not thinking of parents, Citra has always wanted to end her life. He was disgusted and hated his body.

The image ruffled his hair violently. As the insults from the cafe goers become more and more so. The image of crying, if it could feel like he came to them and said everything.

"It seems like there is no choice but to die. They say I'm cheap, but don't know what I've been through all this time. If I could I wouldn't want to be like this either. I endured all the suffering for the sake of family. But when I was destroyed, they just threw me away" muttered Citra softly in despair.

The image of walking gontai down the streets that began to be quiet. His hands drooped weakly and his eyes stared blankly towards the front. Every now and then his steps flounder - seok. However, he did not care at all even though the heavy rain had flushed his body.

"I hate you," Citra shrieked as she squeezed her stomach strongly.

The image stops at a fork. He smiled tilted while staring at the spotlight of the car lights that drove quite fast in front of him.

The image breathed out slowly. After that he said, "We die the same - yes," Citra said as she ran over and blocked the car.

Brak!

"Goodbye cruel world...."

Seriate..

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