The Love Story of Citra

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The night had come after I had cleaned Ammar, and I had brought him to my mother, for I wanted to take a bath first, there was no way I would leave my son alone because I was afraid he might fall.

When I got to Mom's room, I put Ammar on the bed and then rushed away from there because Mom asked me to leave.

When I was about to take my phone towel rang, and I immediately saw Mr. Yogi calling me, then I raised the call from the man for fear that there was something important about the cafe.

Mr. Yogi: Assalamualaikum my prettiest bidadar, tonight I will come to see you and Ammar ya. Do you want to leave me to buy Pampers milk or what?

I smiled at the man's words because, he was very attentive to Ammar yes even though Ammar was not my biological son but, Ammar is also my grandson, the son of my nephew, Ammar, and also Pak Yogi's nephew because Pak Yogi and Mak Amon are cousins.

Me: No one wants to buy sir please just come, because yesterday I have been shopping to the equipment for Ammar. So it's all still complete.

I heard Mr. Yogi laughing together. However, not too big maybe because he was embarrassed to laugh big, I don't know why.

Mr. Yogi: Well then I'll be here any minute.

Me: Well sir then I'll hang up because I want to take a shower.

Mr. Yogi: Okay, my prettiest assalamualaikum.

I: Waalaikumsalam.

I disconnected the phone, then laughed because hearing the man's words made me really very happy.

He said I was he realized it made me very happy, because it could be loved by the man I also loved.

Even though I still feel the pain of being betrayed by my nephew. But all has become porridge can no longer regret.

After that I have the task of bathing myself who has smelled of death, since morning I have not bathed even my sweat alone is not able to smell let alone others.

After spraying perfume on my clothes, I immediately rushed down to look for my son's whereabouts because Mr. Yogi would want to weigh him later after arriving.

I saw Ammar being carried by the Father, then I kissed the hand of the Father because since morning had not met him.

"Pa said Mr. Yogi wants to come Father do not go anywhere, it is not nice if we are only two here," I said gently while staring at the face of the Father.

"Father here with your mother, you there to make coffee or tea for Yogi, the guests come are not made to drink," replied the gentle Father.

I shook my head and rushed from there to the kitchen, and hurried to make tea and coffee. Because I don't know what the man wants to drink. So I make it two just let him pick it himself.

After finishing making coffee and tea tea I immediately brought to the living room, it looks like Mr. Yogi has arrived there. I don't know if he's so fast that he took the jet here?

"Wah Ammar has been carried by Om Yogi" I said gently, looking at my son's face, who looked very happy.

I don't know when Ammar was carried by a man, surely he was very happy maybe my son missed his father. But how else is it impossible for me to bury Ammar and bang Amon.

Bang Amon alone did not recognize Ammar as his son, then why did I bring Ammar to meet him, which only made Ammar more hurt, because it was not recognized by his biological father.

"Drink Pak coffee and tea, let me hold Ammar first," I said gently while looking at Mr. Yogi's face.

SERIATE.

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