The Love Story of Citra

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Actually, I slightly objected to Mr. Yogi's request to return us to Indonesia. Because, I don't want to meet bang Eril or Flo there.

I miss my mom and dad there too.

"Partner, I really love you and want to live with you. Don't listen to Flo! Because, he does not like you," said Mr. Yogi.

It seems that he really meant it, revealing that he loved me. I still doubt and am traumatized.

"But, I need some time Sir," I replied gently.

The man smiled and said, "Alright, I understand."

I shed tears, not because he wanted to understand me. But, because I let go of the wind again and the smell is the same as before.

"Eh, what's this smell?" ask Mr. Yogi while covering his nose.

I quickly got out of the car, and opened the car door so that the stench was gone.

"Sir, I'm sorry to waste the wind" I said.

The man was instantly silent as he looked at me in disbelief, if a beautiful woman like me could let go of the wind as well. Even to the point of smell.

"It's okay. But, next time do not eat the carcass again," said Mr. Yogi.

My face was thick, because he said that. However, I must calmly endure this deep shame.

"Sir, I go inside first" I said softly.

"Yes, I want to go home too" he replied.

I rushed inside, with a deep sense of shame. When I was in the room. Seen from the window of Mr. Yogi's car is still there.

"Kok he's not coming home, is he?" ask me curiously.

I looked at the car again, and there were no more people. Maybe he left the car and left.

I put my body to sleep slowly and began to fall asleep.

Three hours later ...

I woke up when I heard the sound of the prayer ringing, and immediately took a bath and performed the Maghrib prayer alone.

I pray and ask God to always be given ease in my love.

Suddenly, my phone shook and I saw a message coming in from Mr. Yogi.

Mr. Yogi: Citra, I put the car there is a key there.

"Eh, does he think I can get a car?" I said while replying to his message.

Me: Well sir, but I can't take the car.

Not long ago my message was replied by Mr. Yogi, and I immediately saw it.

Mr. Yogi: It's okay, just take the key. I'll take it tomorrow!

I smiled and said yes, then walked outside to take Mr. Yogi's car keys, without letting go of my face.

Because I'm lazy to wear the hijab again. When I arrived, I took the key. However, I smelled a very familiar scent on my nose.

"It's like that scent, so he didn't bring this car. God, why can I create such a foul scent?" I rushed outside.

Because the stench is still there, maybe because Mr. Yogi did not open the car door.

When I was about to walk, I stopped my steps because I remembered there was something I had seen earlier.

I quickly went inside and picked up the thing. There are photos of both of us in Indonesia.

SERIATE.