Woman, Don't Go From Me
CH - 02
Tightly, Citra felt a very heavy burden hit her chest. His entire body was sick from the coercion he had just experienced. Wanting to cry even her tears seemed to no longer be able to let out.
He got out of bed, and wrapped his whole body in a hotel blanket.
"just shut it, I've seen it all.."
The image stopped his steps and went back to sitting on the edge of the bed, the man said like salt water he poured over his wound.
"why are you doing this to me?" The image wailed with hoarse.
Athletic man who was sitting at the window while smoking a cigarette was moving towards Citra.
His body bowed before the poor little girl.
"Puspita Handayani..You know her right?" ask the man.
The image shook its head, the name was unfamiliar even hearing it was new this time. But why did the man seem sure Citra knew him.
"Sad... Are you sure you don't know?" ask the man unsure.
"if Damara Wijayatama? you may not know him, right?" keep the man full of probes.
Hearing the name is called of course Citra knows him.
"i know, he's a patient who often chekes up to my workplace.."
"Huhh. patient!! Your bed patient you mean." scorned the man.
Feeling insulted, Citra replied with the words of the man.
"Whatchu mean? Mr. Damar is my patient.."
"Sir Damar your patient is my brother's husband, Puspita.."
"What does this have to do with me?"
The man clutched hard both arms of Citra. He breathed for a moment.
"Kill myself by bringing my niece-to-be.."
The image of being shocked at the man's words, sounded a deep pain in his last utterance.
"I have nothing to do with it.." The image defended her because she did feel innocent.
"Ohh yeah.. " The man crossed his arms interrogating.
"Then why are your pictures so many on Damar's phone?"
"Where do I know? I'm also not close to Mr. Damar.."
"Don't lie.." The man gripped Citra's face.
"ahh sick. " complained Citra. The man also released his hand. He picked up the shirt that was on the door hanger and put it on.
"Your future has been destroyed, I am satisfied..! Don't ever show up in front of me if you don't want to be more broken..! "
The trembling image looked at the man who was speaking with a cold tone on his face. The evil man who took away his honor. Her tears came back on their own.
"Never put that innocent-looking ass in front of me.. I'm not Damar or any other guy who's easily tempted by a cheap woman like you know..!!"
"I'm not a cheap woman.. Why keep insulting me like that." isak Citra.
For a moment Citra's words shook the man. She thought that maybe Citra was not a seductress, moreover she clearly knew last night was the first time for that woman. But considering the diary Puspita that he had read, he immediately threw away his sympathy for the woman who was sobbing on the bed.
He looked at Citra's body wrapped in a thick blanket like a cocoon. A little regret poisoned his mind. Is this innocent girl teasing her sister-in-law? But again the face of Puspita who endured the pain of his life assured that what he did was right.
"cihh.. don't be naive!!! remove your tears." said the man in his cold tone before going out and slamming the door leaving Citra like a used item that has been used and thrown away.
