As beautiful as Destiny
10. Undecided

Tonight, Citra is accompanied by Jasmine in her apartment. The two of them were sitting on the balcony while devouring instant noodles.

The two seemed to be drifting in the blowing wind. The wind gently stroked Jasmine's hair and rubbed Citra's pashmina hijab.

The image looked at Jasmine at a glance while smiling in a friendly manner. He sipped a warm tea leaving him half.

"Jas!" call Citra make Jasmine cleared her throat.

"I want a story,"

"Please!"

The image took a deep breath, "if there was a man who gave us a love letter, would that man really love us?"

Jasmine wiped her mouth with a tissue, "Ra, I think you know better,"

The image shook, "I don't understand love,"

"The 'I love you' speech before the wedding, hoaks!"

The image knitted his brows, "meaning?"

"If he loves, don't use words! Immediately applying and marrying. That's from an Islamic point of view. But, if according to my point of view through people who are dating, the conversation has no meaning. Shoot and date if you really love each other,"

"Committed?"

"There is no commitment before marriage."

Imra hesitated with Andri's expression. Jasmine's words, from an Islamic point of view, are true. Why did he never think that?

They were both covered in silence. Allowing only the sound of the wind to blow through.

Within ten minutes, they were still silent. Eventually Jasmine cleared her throat.

"What is this for?"

Instead of answering, Citra got up from her seat and took something from the nightstand drawer. He handed the envelope to Jasmine.

The girl frowned confused. It didn't take long for her stupidity, Jasmine immediately picked up the contents of the envelope. He opened a piece of paper that had more than three stanzas in writing.

Honestly, the girl was surprised not to play. He looked at the image in disbelief, "this... Brother Andri's writing?" then Citra nodded.

"That means Andri's sister lied?"

Jasmine shook her shoulders, "gue didn't know. But, he's a typical loser guy. Technology is now sophisticated, why must you go through the mail? Sissy!"

"He could come straight, or maybe before your departure, but he'd rather be a loser."

The image smiled wryly, "only recently did I feel happy when the man I loved expressed his feelings for me, but instantly, I felt heartache."

"But you can ask him directly. My words aren't entirely true, you know."

Ah, want Jasmine to calm him like anything, his mood was already ugly first. Please if you want to mention Citra is a girl who is more beautiful! But, this is what he felt.

***

Jasmine reached into her phone from her pants pocket. He called someone who he really wanted to talk to. The call is connected.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sis!"

"Waalaikumsalam, what's up, Jas?"

"Gue hope you're not the kind of guy who's a loser."

"meaning?"

"Lo in fact love, but did not meet directly or indirectly the sermon. You can only make him wish for a lot, brother."

"Jas, that's a letter from the beginning of the cave know him. Honestly, the cave is still shy to reveal. At this time, the cave feels there is no right time to reveal."

"Keep next what?"

"The gua will preach him. If the cave's off, the cave asks Hamzah's father for permission,"

Jasmine's mouth instantly clenched.

"The same Gua Citra loves each other. God willing, no one will be hurt."

"If you get sickin Citra, I will not hesitate to get sick again."

"Without anceman lo also the cave won't hurt him."

***

Today is Saturday, where the lecture is closed. The girl was very happy to be in the apartment. While Jasmine was working on a task that was still terbrngkalaai, different from Citra, even when she got the task, she immediately worked on it without delaying time, unlike Jasmine.

The image is in the apartment lobby. Go anywhere he doesn't know. The image goes to the park.

Every now and then, he spread out his hands while shining fresh air. He closed his eyes as soon as ultraviolet light pierced his face.

"You're beautiful" she praised, making Citra look her eyes wide.

"What?"

"You're beautiful" she replied with the same answer.

"Cock you here?"

"I live in this apartment" replied Steve.

With annoyance, Citra stepped on the feet of Steve who was only wrapped by mountain sandals, "so bad! Then why not give the letter directly?"

Steve grimaces, "where do I know if you live in this apartment. It's the first time I've seen you here" replied Steve. The image immediately apologized to him.

"You want to go for a walk?"

The image frowned, "where?"

"Where do you want it?"

"Beach,"

"Beach Muriwai, will you?"

The image nodded happily, so excited, he pulled Steve's wrist to leave immediately.

"Hey! What's to do?"

"Come to the Beach!"

Steve chuckled, "i want to get ready first,"

"Please!"

Steve's eyes pointed at his wrist that was still held by Citra, "get rid of your hand first!"

Suddenly, Citra's eyes followed Steve's perspective. The girl immediately let go of her hand.

"Sorry!"

***

The image uses a white-bony oversize robe plus a white prime lace cardigan. She wears hijab with milk-brown pashmina.

Citra and Steve walk the coast. They both enjoyed the beach.

However, Steve's eyes really have to keep the image because of the women's swimwear of the tourists and visitors. Where the clothes are very open.

"Enak, well here," Citra said.

"Son, but the real eye must be guarded. I just want to see my wife's body one day,"

They both chose to sit on the beach. While enjoying young coconut water.

"For me, I just want to marry a wife whose body is covered. Although unlike you, at least, the precious thing is still covered."

The image looked at Steve so casually, "why?"

"Wouldn't it be the pride of a husband if he is a special person. More about the body,"

The image is smiling thinly. His view shifted to the sun which was still yellow. They both stood up. In order to throw away the coconut shell before, the young coconut water has been exhausted.

They walk side by side. Until Citra felt her legs tucked by her next leg make her body look good. Luckily Steve quickly held his body back from falling. He put the coconut shell down.

They were both speechless when the two blue-sliced eyesaws met. Being awward to them.

Steve's body shook violently followed by a stronger heart pump. The fur of Citra bristles. That look completely dashed his heart.

They realized, Steve helped Citra to stand normally. Steve took back the coconut shell he had dropped.

I don't know why Citra became comfortable being around Steve. Their meeting was not long. And Steve, he already loves that girl.

Before, they seemed familiar and spoke a lot. But not with now. They were analyzing his heart.

His mood was still a matter for them. Many question marks in his heart, but his brain seemed reluctant to answer.

Steve, was the first one to hug her for a man who was not her makhram. Is he proud? Or the opposite? I don't know! Clearly, the image is getting more comfortable in Steve's arms earlier. In fact, his body instantly warmed up to be near Steve. What Citra felt, it happened to the man beside her.

***

Oh yes guys! There are some parts that I need to revise. Maybe all part. So, please be patient if there are any irregularities in this story. At first I would like to make a revision, but my hands are already gatel. But, I've got a new update part. Insha'allah. Just calm.

So, of course God willing the story will be better.

Happy reading to everyone!