Woman, Don't Go From Me

CH - 20

Joyce took a slow sip of the soda she ordered, and slightly scrunched her forehead due to the concentrated sensation that bit her senses. He decided to bring Citra to turn to a cafe of his customers in the Kemang area . 

"Emm sorry I don't want to interfere.. But if you may know just now why not go home with your husband?" Joice asked trying to open the conversation. 

"He's not my husband.."Reply to the image slowly. 

Joyce widened her eyes "Huh! Whatwhat? So that was it?" 

The image nodded definitely with its own eyes. 

"Don't tell me he's an affair.."

Joyce stared at Citra long enough as if she was pointing at an explanation from him. 

"He's my husband's brother."

Joyce let out a long sigh as if regretting her foolish act of cursing the man she had met. 

"Oh God.. So I got the wrong guy? So I'm maki the wrong guy. Why did you just diem"

"He's.." The image does not continue the sentence. 

"She's my ex-boyfriend too."

"Huh?? What the F***! Could that? Pantes aja lo ngindarin him."

The image nodded back. 

The atmosphere was momentarily silent as Joyce did not dare to ask any further. 

"Gini.. Now I'm anterin you go home. I don't want to take somebody's wife tonight. You go home, yes!" 

Joyce put on her black jacket and put her phone in her pocket. Before long he again sipped his carbonated drink which was only a quarter of a can while frowning again. 

"Come on!" He said to Citra who is still reluctant to move. 

Joice patted Citra's shoulder slowly. 

"Gue knows you must have a problem with your husband, but it would be nice if you face the problem and do not run away from it." Joice. 

Joyce's touch on his shoulder seemed to give him strength. With a faint smile that he forced her to decide to move on from her seat. 

****

Haris walked with his anger that had been in the ubun, He clenched his hands many times when remembering the incident that had happened to Citra. 

When he was at Andreas' doorstep, Haris impatiently banged on the door. 

BUGH'S.. 

A punch landed on the corner of Andreas' lips. He who was not ready to receive the attack fell down when he just opened the door.

"Bang??" Andreas widened his eyes while grimacing as the corners of his lips spit out blood. 

Andreas wakes up again and Haris can't wait to give him a bogeman but quickly Andreas holds up.

"What else is this bang? Still about it this afternoon?"

"Lo still dare to call it bre****k?" Shouted Haris pulling the collar of Andreas's shirt. But Andreas never answered and even returned the sharp gaze Haris. 

"Lo's wife is almost wretched on the street and you don't know what? If you don't like him, divorce! I'm ready to accept him with pleasure!" 

This time Haris could no longer contain his anger. He went back to beating Andreas blindly. But strangely Andreas did not retaliate or withstand his brother's attack. 

"If you weren't my brother I'd kill you fucking!" Shouted Haris who was still blindly. 

"Sister Haris, no!!" Screaming the voice of the woman Haris knew from the doorway. 

The woman ran fiercely towards the two of them. Looking at Andreas's already disfigured face the woman was very panicked and quickly pushed Haris away from Andreas' body. 

Haris flinched, he did not expect Citra would treat him like that. 

With tears Citra hugged Andreas in her arms 

"What did Haris do? Did you know that this is against the law? He's your real brother! No matter how much your brother hates him, he's still your blood brother."

Not only Haris, Andreas is now amazed by the attitude of the woman. The woman gently scolded Haris which made the burly man disappointed. 

"Well.." Haris laughed bitterly. 

"So you never looked at me Cit.."

DEG

Haris' words were so heartbreaking, only this time he again called his name clearly after a few years together. 

"Sister.."

"It's been.. I already understand the image. I know myself! From now on I won't bother you anymore." Haris said with a trembling voice. 

"But one thing you have to remember. Whenever you want to come back, I'm always waiting for you." Haris said as he left the place with a hunting breath. 

"Sister.." The image of waving her hand was about to hold the man back, but back she pulled him in doubt. 

"Hehe.. Why?" Andreas chuckles weakly in Citra's lap. 

The image turned to the man on his lap in annoyance. Seeing that sickening face he hurriedly pushed Andreas' body away from him. 

"Ouch.."

Andreas complained in pain holding onto most of his bruised face. With a swift image came back to him and filled him with a face that was still pouting. 

"You can usually taunt me when you're just like this!" Cibir Citra who led Andreas to the room. 

"I'm not getting sucked up." Reply Andreas flatly. 

They had reached Andreas' room which Citra had never entered before. The room was dominated by the color of ash manly according to Andreas' character.

The image released Andreas' body and sat him on the edge of the bed. The image quickly exits the room and descends the tanga towards the kitchen to pick up the ice cube pieces in the freezer. 

He returned in a hurry while carrying a pot of ice cubes and a fine cloth in his hand. 

Slowly Citra compressed the bruise that filled Andreas' face painstakingly. 

"If your face is like this, how can you work tomorrow." Said the unconscious image has been worrying about the bonyok wound that irritates the beautiful face of Andreas. 

Andreas held Citra's hand and grinned "worried about me?"

The image changed the look on his face. Irritatedly he brushed off Andreas's burly hand. And again compressing the bruise, but this time he pressed it hard enough. 

"Shh.. Ouch!" Andreas Pekik. Yet Citra did not care to hear the man's complaint. 

"Sorry.." Andreas's hissing makes Citra look over. 

"I didn't hear wrong!" Reply Image with a sneering smile. 

"Easy! Let's just say you didn't hear anything just now."

The image fell silent, he knew Andreas was not the kind of person to apologize easily. And with his selfishness he even mocked the words of the man full of prestige. 

"It's been.. I went to the pharmacy to buy ointment for your wounds." Said the image moving and carrying the basin. But quickly Andreas held his arm. 

"You crazy? Want to go again tonight gini? What time is it?" Omel Andreas with emotion. 

"But what's your wound?"

"Not mind this. I wouldn't die with a scar like this."

"Whatever then! Quickly let go of my hand." Pinta Citra's. 

"You shouldn't have scolded your boyfriend.." Ogre Andreas. 

BUGH

The image of punching Andreas' chest slowly. 

"Ouch.. Shhh!" Andreas's fizz as if in pain. Yet Citra just hit him slowly. 

"Not to pretend! I just hit it slow when you grimace like that." Citra protests that disagree with Andreas' attitude. 

Andreas just kept quiet while holding his chest. Usually he will reply Citra with a spicy speech, but this time not. Feeling that something was amiss, Citra placed her basin on Andreas's desk and approached the man. 

"Let me see" he said trying to reach Andreas' hand holding his chest.

With a plan Citra tried to open the shirt that Andreas was wearing in order to know what was making the man in pain. When the shirt was opened Citra was really surprised. Almost all over Andreas' body was filled with bruised wounds from blows. The image could not imagine how long Andreas had been beaten by Haris which made him feel guilty. 

Yet Citra knew full well Andreas deserved it, but why on the other side of his heart he felt unwilling to see the man in pain. I don't know what kind of strange feeling this is. This obviously makes the image uncomfortable. 

"Why is it this bad." Sizzle Citra softly, palpating the scar. The touch surprised Andreas. He felt very uncomfortable with the treatment of the image. He quickly brushed off the skinny hand of Citra. 

"What are you doing!" Jerk Andreas.

"I just give..."

"Get out!" Andreas cut Citra's speech violently. 

"But wounds.."

"Get out!"  Andreas repeated his words impatiently. 

The image no longer banged. He ran away leaving Andreas in his room alone. He could not understand why Andreas' attitude had changed in an instant. 

"Ahhhhhhhh.. Just barely! I'd go crazy if I'd been around him for a long time." Andreas muttered rubbing next to his face violently. 

***

The image did not bother with Andreas' attitude just now. He was more worried about her treatment of Haris earlier. He himself did not expect that he could say so loudly to the man who had accompanied him for those few years.

Citra grabbed her phone and opened the messaging app, then wrote down a few sentences that she wanted to point to Haris. But after the sentence was composed Citra again deleted it. I don't know what prevented her heart from sending that message to Haris.

He prefers to exit that app and open his sosmed app. He scrolled his phone screen looking for news that he thought was interesting until his eyes were fixed on the account of Fiana Fe, the artist who is currently on the rise. Artists who are currently brand ambassadors of various products. From beauty, food, medicine and much more. 

The image took a breath for a moment. He smiled a little, there was a little envy in his heart to see the success of Fiana compared to her who is now two-bodied. However, he used to know enough Fiana who was his roommate when shopping in Bandung. 

Fiana is now very different from the previous one. Although her fashionable appearance is not much different, but as far as the image of her is a shy girl first. Even to just pose for a selfie photo on a mobile phone, he was very awkward at that time. 

However, Fiana is a good person for Citra. He always defended Citra which at that time was bullied and slandered from friends who did not like it. 

Fiana is a successful person. Either he still recognized the image or not. 

The image put his phone back and lay his body in the soft spring bed. He looked up at the sky in his favorite room. I don't know what's in that sky so Citra likes to look at him. 

He took a long breath. Maybe today was exhausting for him. The day off that he usually used to rest today was so many events that he passed. 

He closed his eyes for a moment to expel the tiredness he felt. And I don't know since when that little mouth snored slowly.

*****

Andreas wakes up hearing a noise from downstairs. The voice was not unfamiliar, perhaps he had heard it several times already.

He rubbed his forehead expelling the drowsiness that was still attacking. He checked his phone. 05.30, as it is written on the wallpaper screen of his phone. Waking up time is too late, he says. Usually he would wake up at 4:30, probably because he was too busy so he forgot to put an alarm on his phone. 

There were a lot of notifications on the phone screen that were out of nowhere and Andreas still ignored them. He put his phone back down and quickly climbed down the stairs. 

"Hukk.. Hoekk!" 

He found Citra who was already wearing her work uniform was looking down at the bathroom sink that was open on the lower floor. 

With a surge of Gopoh Andreas approached him and massaged with a soft nape of the neck Citra. I don't know where the urge came from, but seeing the woman in pain Andreas seemed to feel it. 

"Toy.. Yuck!"

The image was still trying to vomit something that wanted to spit from his stomach but what came out was just his saliva. 

Andreas stroked Citra's stomach gently. And truly like a miracle, the nausea that had just violently attacked him seemed to vanish as Andreas gently stroked his thickened stomach. 

"Every day like this?" Asked Andreas who answered nodding by Citra. 

"Not work!" Andreas. 

"No papa, just morning! Also, if again the smell of strange cuisine doang like this."

"Hm.. Yes if fit in your work is like this how? I'm a hard one too." Andreas frowned. 

"I can take care of myself. I was going to leave. I'm ready to have breakfast with you for the afternoon. I'm not getting dressed, are you saying you can't go in your room." Reply Citra pursed her red lips. 

"Hmmm.. " Andreas only replied with an indistinct mutter. 

The image does not pay attention to the man who still remains fragrant even though he just woke up. He quickly climbed the stairs to enter his room for a moment and went back down. This time he was already wearing his jacket and his little carry-on bag on his back. 

"Emmm.. I'm leaving!" Say the image awkwardly. This was the first time he had said goodbye to Andreas to go to work. 

"Hmmm.." Andreas who was still sitting in the living room looked at Citra for a moment and muttered again to answer Citra's words. 

Citra actually wanted to get more treatment, but she abandoned her intentions because she realized she was not who. He then hurriedly put on his shoes and left the house. 

"She's beautiful.." Andreas Mummies. 

****

The image returned to its routine as usual. Different this time the status has become a wife, yes although not yet legally valid.

 He walked down the aisle of the hospital with hunting steps, he missed his waiting job. But whether it was her feelings alone or how, she felt that many eyes were staring at her while occasionally whispering to each other. 

The image did not care, maybe the end of this he was too much trouble so he had hallucinations.

The image of folding and putting his jacket and bag in the employee locker. Don't forget he took the bottle and washed it because he had been in the locker for two days.

He sat next to Eva, his co-worker. But unlike usual this time Eva was so quiet and only occasionally glanced at him. 

"Va.. " Sapa Citra's.

"Eh yes.." Reply Eva with a wave. The image felt strange with Eva's attitude, she was like evading from Citra. 

"Va?"

"I'm sorry Cit, I've done a lot of work." As long as Eva tidied up the documents and left Citra. 

The image is still astonished, this morning what work piles up. No patient has arrived. The hospital room also had only one patient whom he had changed his infusion earlier this morning before entering the examination room. 

The image again sits upright while tidying up a slightly messy document. He saw a clock stuck to the wall. At 07:30, the doctor did not arrive. Maybe soon, because today the doctor who practices is a Dessy doctor who likes to come earlier than other doctors. 

"Cit?" Call someone from the front of his desk who Citra doesn't realize from when he's standing there. 

"Sister Mel? What's up, brother?" Citra asked Melisa, the senior nurse. 

"That's you being called to HRD." Melisa replied coldly. The nurse was known for her shock. 

"Huh?? Why is it brother?"

"Not knowing me. Have you been there let me change guard, where is Eva?"

"Said a lot of work. Don't know where."

"Yes there you are!" Melisa.

"Yes brother. Thanks in advance."

"Emm.." Melisa only answered him with one nod.

***

Tok tok tok tok

The image knocked on the door that had actually opened on the fourth floor. In the room there are many people who are working facing their computers. 

"Citra Maharani?" Ask one of them who is quite friendly among the others. The image nodded slowly. 

"Come in! Just go straight to the manager's room, from here you go straight and turn left a little." Said the man trying to explain to Citra.

"Good Sir.. Thanks." Answer the image which then runs to the intended manager room. 

"Without looking." The image of hearing the sound of crooked shoes every time he stepped. But he ignored, maybe the speech was not intended for him. 

He was in front of the manager room. With slowly Citra knocked on the closed door.

"Lake in!" Ask someone from the room. The image opened the door, appearing to be a middle-aged man with a slightly distended stomach sitting in his chair. 

"Please sit down." The man was the manager of the hospital where Citra worked. 

"Citra Maharani?" Ask while turning back the paper that I don't know what it contains. 

"Yes.."

"Have married?" Ask again which makes Citra reluctant to answer. 

"Do you know why you were sent here?"

"No." Answer the image again. 

"You're pregnant, right?" Bak was struck by lightning Citra again heard a speech that made him widen his eyes. She was very surprised how the hospital person knew of her pregnancy, when yesterday she checked up to another hospital. 

"You're pregnant and you're not married, so it's a work agreement. You can't continue this work." Said the manager calmly. 

"But I'm married sir." Sahut Citra that began to look glass. 

"Oh so? Can I see the marriage certificate?" Pinta Pak the manager. 

"That's.. That's.. I don't have any."Answer the image with a stern. How he got, his marriage is not yet legal in the country. 

"So back to the agreement. You cannot continue this work because it is in breach of contract. For severance and others can be completed in HRD. Sign here!" Said the manager while giving the paper from earlier he went back and forth. 

The image just looks down. Actually, the word of the manager is not entirely wrong because after all he only has a piece of paper marriage certificate sirinya but he did not dare to show it to the manager because of his sense of prestige . Then he signed a paper that turned out to be his resignation letter. 

He handed the paper back to the manager. 

"Thank you for your dedication." The manager shook Citra's hand and let her die in the room. 

***

The image returns to the locker to pick up the goods after taking care of severance and others before. Quickly she put on her pink jacket, she wanted to quickly leave this workplace. He didn't want anyone to see him at this moment.

"Partner?" Call someone from behind him. Imagery. 

"It's true you." The person who turned out to be Eva was approaching Citra. 

"Oh Eva's.. Not busy?" 

"For permission to go to the toilet. Where are you going?"

"I.. I resigned." Citra Say. 

"Ohhhh, is that it? Why emang?  There is something I want to ask. Here you are!" Eva again approached Citra and whispered something in her ear. 

"Bright?" Eva asked her frown. 

"Ahh that rumor. Where there I was pregnant there was no father haha.. Haha!" The image scratched his head that was not itchy. 

"Ahhh that's it. So why are you resighn?" The image again scratched his head. He was confused as to what to answer to Eva who kept looking for him with questions. 

"Geev! You're this.. I am cariin. Long time to know here. That's a lot more patients." Omel Melisa who arrived entered the locker with her fierce face. No wonder many are reluctant to Melisa with her character like this. 

"Ohh, Mel, yes, I'll take this dressing again. Hehe sorry!" Reply Eva with a cry. 

"Udah there! Even the work is stacked." Tegur Melisa's. Naturally Melisa nagged, because this clock is indeed a patient who is densely packed. Eva immediately left the locker in a hurry. 

"Not to be too thoughtful. Now the most important thing is your health and the fetus. You can't be stressed out a lot. Yes, yes, stay excited. I'm sure you're a good man." Unexpectedly the speech came out from the mouth of Melisa who was famous for judes. Whereas before this Citra very rarely chatted with women who were older about eight years from him. 

"Thank you, Mel." Citra Say. For the first time Melisa hugged Citra who was mixed with tears, then patted her back slowly. The treatment is very warm, different from what people talk about him. 

"Who am I from?" Tanya Citra ventured. 

Melisa let go of her embrace. And shake. 

"I don't know, and you better not find out. It'll just make you hurt." Say Melisa again. 

"Oh yeah, you're good out there. So a good mother to your son huh!" Continue Melisa. 

He also walked away from Citra who was still pecking before patting her shoulder quickly sign give spirit. 

The image looked at Melisa's departure wistfully. He then returned to cleaning his stuff and put it in a bag. He looked at his locker while rubbing the clear circle that was about to come out of the corner of his eye. Today he officially became unemployed. 

******