The Love Story of Citra

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After finishing breakfast, I said goodbye because Mr. Yogi was waiting for me outside. My uncle and aunt drove me to the front of the house.

It was obvious they were very sad to let go of my departure, because it was only a few days that I was here and had to come back.

"Uncle, Aunt, I brought Citra home first," said Mr. Yogi gently while kissing the hands of uncle and aunt.

"Yes, careful. Take good care of him," replied the uncle while staring at my face.

Aunt Dilla hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, then she gave me an envelope. Most likely it was money.

"Bi, what is this for?" ask me curiously.

Bibi smiled and whispered something in my ear, and I was surprised it was true money for father and mother in Indonesia.

I asked what for. But Aunt Dilla replied that I didn't have much to say and had to give the money to my father and mother.

"understand?" ask Auntie gently.

I nodded in understanding, then walked with my suitcase into the car.

"Assalamualaikum," I said softly.

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful on the road!" aunty and Uncle answered at the same time.

"Yes!" my answer.

Mr. Yogi drove the car slowly to the airport, because it was impossible if we went home by car, right?

"Sir, whose car is this?" my many.

To be honest I was curious, why is Mr Yogi in Malaysia and became the CEO of one of the property companies?

"It belongs to Edson's uncle" he answered.

I'm very surprised, because Mr. Edson is still the boss of Mr. Yogi. Even though I know they're like father and son.

But, still I can't forget the betrayal of Flo and bang Eril. Because it is still very deep in my heart.

Even though I forgave him. But it's hard for me to forget all that.

I smiled and shook my head, as there was no way I would be telling the truth this time.

"When you get there, you work with me again?" said Mr. Yogi.

I'm confused, because it's obvious that I'll meet bang Eril if I work at Mr. Edson's restaurant.

"Not to worry! Prove to them that you are strong and forget all those memories" said Mr. Yogi.

I smiled, because he knew what I was thinking right now, and his words excited me.

"Thank you sir, because I will listen to you" I said softly.

Mr. Yogi smiled, and stopped the speed of the car in the airport parking lot. Then we went inside. Waiting for flight schedule to Indonesia.

"Sir, can I ask you again?" ask me carefully, for fear of hurting her feelings.

"May," he answered softly.

I smiled, because she was not angry at me at all, and I began to wonder at her.

"Why at the age of the father who has stepped on death, you are still single?" ask me carefully.

I was afraid that he would be hurt, so I asked carefully and gently.

Mr. Yogi was instantly silent as he looked at my face, then he saw his face on his phone.

"What's up, sir?" ask me curiously.

The man was still silent, then calculated the age that was quite mature and close to death.

"Nothing, just reminiscent of age," his answer flatly.

I smiled, because he could be aware of what I had said earlier about his near-death age.

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