The Love Story of Citra

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Azan Fajr reverberated, I started to open my eyes and rushed up to clean myself up. When I finished I immediately put on clothes and then wudhu.

I put on my favorite green face of the bottle, and performed the Fajr Prayer alone. I don't know when I can pray together with the man of my dreams.

When I finished I read the prayer, to my parents who were out of town. Even if they're coming back in a week.

"Oh my God, may you and your mother be safe until here in one week. Aamiin's." I shed tears from longing for both my parents.

"Hiks, hyx, hyx." I cried while remembering the time I spent with my parents. We are a happy family even though the finances are not good.

Bruk!

A pillow landed right on my face so I fell for losing balance.

"Basic man of stone! Have heart. But I have no heart!" I shouted while looking intently at him.

"Tree banana kali, not stone!" He answered tightly and passed away from the room.

"Eh, right also ... where does a stone have a heart?" I thought as I let go of the face and kept it.

When I finished I rushed to get ready, because at 07:00 Wib, Wiwit will pick me up.

"Partner! Get towels!" yelled Sister Fiia from inside the bathroom. I let out a long sigh because I was so lazy to drop off the towel for him.

I took a towel, Sis Fiia, then took it to the bathroom, and then I threw the towel over the door.

"Duralek!" scream from within.

I also ran while laughing because it was funny to hear his scream earlier. After arriving in the room I took tunics and jeans, and immediately wore even though the clock was still at 06:00 Wib.

Because I will do my own photo shoot in the room, to create a Facebook and Whatsapp profile.

I took a lot of photos until my cell phone gallery was full, and was forced to delete some of my old photos.

"Geez, beautiful like this on the side of me continues how if burik," I said while wearing shoes.

When I finished, I tidied up the pashmina hijab I was wearing right now. Because today will meet with the Korean Oppa or canned.

I hope Mr. Edson's handsome son doesn't disappoint me, if he's not like Jung-kook or Lee Min-ho. I'll break our match.

I'm not a hypocrite, because women do like garden men like Korean artists. Suddenly the door of the room opened very strongly.

"See this!" fiia's snapping made me open my eyes and see the towel wet.

I couldn't bear to look at her like that so my laughter came off, irritated her and went straight to her adorable little sister.

"Duralek! Astral creature!" the screams in my ears made me feel deaf.

"Peyot!" I shouted not to lose to him, indeed he was all that could be like that I also time.

"Sana out! I'm gonna get dressed!" she asked tightly, and I went straight outside with my bag beside me.

Because I did not want to fuss anymore, I immediately walked outside while staring intently at him.

'Tomorrow I will reply, because today is very happy soon I meet with oppa Amon, ' my mind is very happy.

My phone rang when Amon called for the first time, not wasting my chance to answer.

📞Oppa Amon's.

I'm.

[Assalamualaikum, Bang.]

Oppo Ammonian.

[Wa'alaikumsalam angel.]

Oppo Ammonian.

[So we meet today?]

I'm.

[So, soon Citra departs we will meet on the road. Yea? Because Citra wants to go to town this morning.]

Oppo Ammonian.

[Okay, I'll see you later. Assalamualaikum.]

I'm.

[Va'alaikumsalam.]

Connecting the phone has been cut off, I immediately walked to the living room and ate breakfast that has been prepared by Kak Fiia.

Even though he and I are like cats and rats. Still, Sis Fiia loves me so much as this is always preparing breakfast.

After I finished eating breakfast, I heard the sound of the motorbike stopping in front of the house already made sure it was Wiwit. I grabbed my bag and walked outside.

"sorry. Yeah, Wit me long." I was silent at the door when I saw who was in front of me right now.

"Partner, I'm sorry are you mad at me?" asked Yesi very gently.

'Sister, get angry when betrayed is good and not angry. Uh, Bambang you have glass to look at, ' my mind is very upset.

"You go in, my brother's inside." I answered coldly and left.

"Partner!" yesi shouted, and I did not press his cry as I continued walking.

The heart of a woman who does not hurt is betrayed by her own best friend. Not because of the man I was angry with but rather in the way he hurt my feelings.

If he had told me he liked Gie, I would have given him that bastard.

"Partner!" yelling Wiwit from a distance on his motorbike, I smiled and waved for him to come at me.

After he stopped the motor right in front of me, my best friend came down and hugged me tightly.

"Wit, where are you going? Why don't you ever see me again at the cafe?" I asked very hard, because I could hug her again after one week of not meeting.

Wiwit smiled as he let go of our embrace, then he took me sitting on the sidewalk.

"Partner, you know what? I am sickly. I've been bargained for a week at the hospital." Wiwit answered my words very softly.

I hugged her tightly and cried, because Wiwit was very sick and her life might not be long. However, all that we leave to God because with his permission all will be easy and smooth.

"Wiwit, are you okay to go? I'm afraid your health will be compromised?" I asked very worriedly.

"I'm good, because taking a walk will make you much fresher" he replied with a sweet smile.

I smiled then we walked towards my house, wanting to wait for Sister Fiia first.

Actually, I was very lazy to go home because there was a Yesi. However, circumstances that make me have to forget the maslah between us.

"Partner, it's a Yesi motor, isn't it?" wiwit asked as he looked at the motor parked in front of the house.

"Yes, come in and he's inside." I walked in while holding his hand.

We look like two people crossing the street. After arriving, Wiwit and I sat on the sofa where Yesi was also there.

Seriate.