Unemployment Up Pelaminan

Chapter 67

Making sure if in the room there is only himself and Citra, Ane no-nonsense again began a chat exploring the motive behind the recklessness Citra came back to Bhanu's life. Ane's eyes stared straight at Citra who was also looking at her, both of them throwing meaningful gazes at each other.

“Before I apologize maybe mbak confused with the situation now but this is indeed what I want to meet and chat in person,” a good beginner as a start of the chat opener, but this is what I want to meet and talk about in person, Ane paused her sentence wanting to know the response to be shown by Citra but it seems Citra prefers silence.

Ane crossed her arms on the table, her body leaning forward to get closer to Citra.

“I don't like to talk about something as crucial as this. I already know all about mbak Citra, who mbak Citra and what purpose mbak Citra come back to see my husband. Everything was told by my husband. Her past and pregnancy are holding her accountable for a fetus that does not belong to my husband. Drunk ends one night stand and ends up pregnant, right so mbak?” Ane is not evil, he just does what he thinks is right as his own defense to look strong and not waver in the slightest.

The image of the dumbstruck, his ears heard clearly word by word coming out of the lips Ane—the woman knew about him. The image bit his inner cheeks, his hands under the table squeezing each other strongly, dampening a feeling within him. Feelings that he cannot show.

“Then what you want to know again, is not everything clear?” The image of installing the defensive fortification by hardening the heart and showing his arrogance.

Ane pulled one corner of her lips, “I know mbak is not a stupid woman, without me explaining the purpose and purpose I met, mbak must have guessed. I'm just an ordinary woman, just like women in general, who doesn't like to share and share. I would be a selfish woman when it comes to what I have. My heart is not as big as the ocean and not as strong as steel, I certainly will not accept if there is a woman who wants to make herself the second woman of my husband. Regardless of what I experience, I will not waver or let myself into my relationship and Bhanu mas, we especially I'm not as good as I thought and we'll never indulge. I'm sorry, but this is what I have to accept, I and Bhanu are married and we already have children, certainly not an easy thing to grant what you want. Too much is sacrificed if it happens, many hearts will be hurt, my heart, my children, my mother and in-laws, as well as other families.”

Tears cannot be dammed, Citra's defense just collapsed. He raised his hand, his fingers rubbing the rough tears that were dripping with sassyness.

“You don't understand my true feelings, heavy! Even myself, it feels unable to accept all this, I just want a little justice for me and my son, I just need no more status, I have also said I only want to get married until I am born, the rest if indeed Bhanu wants to divorce please I do not protest or hold, then—”

“No one will be able to guarantee mbak heart, what if in the end mbak change his mind and choose to maintain the position of mbak as a second wife? I don't understand what I'm feeling, I know even if I don't experience it, but we're both women so I can understand that, please let's take care of each other and understand each other's feelings, no woman, who wants to share a husband with another woman, maybe there but not for me anyway! If you want justice and recognition not from my husband, it's not the wrong place! Now I ask the same mbak, have you been trying to get accountability from the man? Then where's the guy!”

“Stupid! If I got what I wanted from that guy, of course I wouldn't be here, all the way I've done but what, what, what, it is precisely me who is cornered as if I am the perpetrator and the most guilty person in the matter, is not easy. Hard, heavy and painful,” Citra covered her face using both her hands holding back the sobs that sliced through the heart.

Flashback.

I am tired of crying over what happened. The image twisted the brain looking for another way for the baby to get recognition from Andrew, Citra did not give up just like that, although he had sworn but thought about the fate of his son in the future requires him to fight at least until he really has no way to make Andrew change his mind.

With a shunt step, he grabbed the bag on the table stepping out of his room. His current destination is the police station, well he'll report Andrew even if he's not sure he'll find a way out. Rain flushed the earth, dividing all the inhabitants of the earth, the water that fell so fast interspersed by the wind blowing hard. The image protects itself from small umbrellas hoping that if the water does not divide its body at least not until it is soaked. Withstanding the cold as it pierced into the bone, Citra draped an umbrella in the corner of the police station. He tidied his hair into a limp because it was wet even though it was not thorough but still made the hair look rainy.

The image was then greeted by one of the men in uniform and asked his intention and purpose of coming to the police station. After being transferred to the reporting section, Citra also told what it was going through, his little heart hoped the police could help him even though he himself was not sure considering the matter and there was no evidence whatsoever as proof if Andrew made a mistake.

“I understand you mean, it's just that we have a hard time processing this case let alone no evidence at all, of course you really understand what I mean, my advice is to try to talk about or resolve this in a family way again,”

“Sir, I have asked the man well, but he instead told me to abort this fetus, please sir, help me, help me,” Citra pleads to be helped in this case but it turns out the same, Citra has no hard evidence.

Citra nods assuringly, hopefully this is the right way and can help him. After a few days, Citra finally got word from the police that Andrew was willing to come for mediation. The image does not waste an opportunity, he has even prepared mentally and physically at any time if the results of mediation are not satisfactory.

In a room, Citra and Andrew were met with a policeman. Citra and Andrew argue with each other and tell the chronology of the night based on their respective versions.

“But sorry sir, I can make sure the child that the woman conceived was not my child. On that night, I was at the club, I was drunk I admit, but it wasn't me who fucked her. I can guarantee that, with this evidence you can judge for yourself,” Andrew has prepared everything to turn things around, he manipulates so that he is not guilty and not he who fucked Citra. Thanks to his power, it is easy to do everything he can to clean up and keep his good name.

Andrew provided evidence and quite silenced the image. CCTV footage of the night showing Citra dancing with another man instead of Andrew in the footage also shows Andrew with friends and no communication at all between Andrew and Citra. Not only that, Andrew also showed a video of the confession of a foreign man who was with Citra at the club and stated that if the fetus conceived by Citra was the son of the man was not Andrew.

“I can sue you for defamation, when you give me a summons, I try to find out the truth because I am not wrong, I did this as evidence of the good thing the club allowed me to get CCTV footage that even I could find the man who impregnated him—”, Andrew pointed to Citra's face now turned pias and pale.

“No! He lied sir, I'm obviously sleeping with him! The man on the CCTV, we just danced together no more than I was still conscious at the time so it was impossible for me to let anyone touch my body. I was purely drunk and slept with Andrew instead of the stranger, in the morning before me and Andrew even argued with each other and he even threatened me to keep my mouth shut. After the new dance I drank until drunk but I still remember if Andrew came to me then after it happened the undesirable thing and the rest I do not remember anything else and wake-up me and Andrew are in the same bed!”

“Stop bragging! You don't even have any proof, how can you make such a hoax even without any proof at all!” elak Andrew's fast. The debate ended with Citra's defeat without any evidence of course it was very easy for Andrew to suppress Citra.

The image has no way anymore, Andrew managed to press and make more cornered. Andrew pulled Citra roughly when the woman had walked quite a distance from the police station, Andrew was not satisfied to press Citra so as not to force him again he would silence Citra's mouth so that his secret was not known to people.

“Do not try to do this again because I will not stay silent. If you still want to live a quiet life then forget all those events, because until anytime I will not admit the fetus you bear!”

Not only that, Andrew spread false news saying that Citra accused him of impregnating the woman and teasing her. All the workers even the sisters and doctors denounced and sneered at the image as a bad woman, Citra was also dishonorably fired over the news all Andrew did was to keep Citra from harassing him again hoping that the woman was afraid and did not dare to expose their secrets. The image is completely destroyed, there is nothing he can do again all the efforts he tried to do in fact ended in vain and instead he was blasphemed and wronged by many parties.

Flashback.

The roar of tears was unceasingly dripping, Citra's pretty face no longer displayed a cold and arrogant expression instead it looked fragile and pitiful. The image with a faltering breath recounts the bitter incident that befell him, he was forced to recall it again. Ane as a woman could understand the sadness and pain that Citra felt. Ane grabs the hand of Citra, her eyes implying a power to be channeled to Citra.

“I'll help mbak!”

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