The Love Story of Citra

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I rushed into the room, and put my body to sleep. This heart feels will be dislodged and erupted when remembering the face that I missed so far. However, I have to endure that feeling.

Because, I don't want to until the previous incident happens again. It hurts so much around the corner of my nephew and closest friend, that it traumatized me to have a best friend.

"O Allah, may the servant carry it all out" I said softly.

I also rushed to change clothes, because today I will see the cafe where I work. Yes, I just got accepted to work here yesterday. But I haven't seen that place.

I hope not to meet again with Mr. Yogi or anyone else from my past, because I want to bury everything deeply.

After I finished getting ready with Muslim clothes, I rushed away before it was getting any more noon and it would be hot of course on the road. Because, I'm just using a motorcycle, not a car.

While on the road, I continued to focus on the man on the street. Uh, wrong. I mean, I'm focused on the road.

"It turns out that it's much more comfortable here. But, I also miss my family in Indonesia," I said softly.

Even though I love being in the land of the Neighbors, I still miss my mother and father, as well as my brother.

When I arrived, I went inside and met the receptionist who called me yesterday.

"Assalamualaikum Sis," I said very politely.

"Waalaikumsalam," he answered gently.

I smiled, because he understood my language and we were Muslim, making me feel more at home in the land of the Neighbors.

"Is the boss inside? Yesterday you said saye in terime?" I asked gently and she smiled.

"Ye, boss ade kat di, come in," replied the receptionist.

I smiled and rushed inside, before that I didn't forget to say hello first. The boss is also Muslim.

"Waalaikumsalam" he answered.

I gasped in shock, because his voice was so familiar to my ears that he seemed to be Mr. Yogi.

It felt like these tears would drip this second as well. However, not because I was moved to hear Mr. Yogi's voice. But, because I'm wearing the wrong slippers, and the other side. Isn't that embarrassing?

"Sorry, you call me say ape?" ask the man while turning around.

I opened my mouth wide, because the man's face was very handsome more than Mr. Yogi. Why are their voices the same?

"Sorry, I thought you were my friend" I replied nervously.

How not to be nervous, if the guy is handsome and my sandals are next door. If he sees it, I'll be very embarrassed.

I walked up and sat down in front of him, giving him my job application file.

"From tomorrow, you can work here, Kat" he said softly.

I smiled and woke up, then took my file back. Suddenly there was a wind of heaven.

Prq ... Pes ...

I opened my eyes wide, because I had let go of the wind in front of my boss. It was seen he was holding his nose so as not to smell the scent of death from my fart.

"I'm sorry for the release" I said as I hurried away from there.

Because honestly the scent was very stinging like a rat carcass, so I went outside and left the foul scent.

Think of it as a good memory with the boss.

"Geez, I forgot to ask whose name it is!" I screamed while I kept running.

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