KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 11
The four Citra colleagues have carried out their duties in their respective parts. While Citra is still glued alone waiting for staff and HR managers who are preparing files on the table in the meeting room.
He was still busy opening a chat from Kinar and Damar who began to evaluate ahead of class. He was very grateful, Kinar's condition improved, and never offended Pram again. The family in Solo is really reliable. And Citra doesn't mind every weekend flying to Solo to visit her two children, as she lives and fights for them.
A knock on the door stopped Citra's activities, Roby walked up to her. “Mother has been awaited by Mr. Pram in his room.” Roby said while bowing his body.
“Lho, not in this room.” Citra as if muttering to herself but still caught Roby's ears. He still did not get out of the chair he was sitting in.
“I just relayed an order Mr. Pram, ma'am. Forgive me..” Roby bent his body on Citra, and still standing waiting for her.
With a sense of reluctance Citra followed Roby's steps towards the tightly shut main director's room. Not yet Roby knocked on the door, Widya came out of the closed room.
The image looked up at her lipstick that looked smudged, and Widya looked at it with satisfaction while licking her own lips. “No shame. Maybe his veins have broken off. Basic benalu..” Inner Citra trying to hold back her emotions.
Some are sick, but not bleeding, that is what Citra now feels. Why was this pain still in his heart. Is his love still strong towards Pram, so that the pain is still felt? He was trying to throw away the pain that had again gnawed at his heart.
From now on he must put aside his personal feelings. After all he and Pram will be separated, soon their status will change, maybe this is the right time to discuss the end of their relationship. Citra has strengthened its determination to ask for the file that he must sign, because to this day they have never communicated, Pram automatically does not know where he lives now, and he was lazy to return to the big house that he and the children had left behind. He himself does not know, maybe the house has a new mistress now.
“Please sit down Citra bu..” Roby let Citra sit on the sofa, because Pram is still struggling at his desk, and Roby directly out of the room leaving them both.
Silence surrounded the room. Imagra did not care, he realized that Pram several times looked at him from his desk. But Citra busied herself with a file containing questionnaires that she and her team had compiled for this audit.
Can not be denied, that the presence of Citra this time really knocked down the wall that he was trying to build for his commitment with Widya. The perfect woman he had but she was wasted just because of the lust he could not control. But it was fortunate that God had restored his consciousness. He wanted to repent immediately and restore the integrity of his household, holding them back into the warmth of the family.
“Can we start, Mr Pramono Erlangga Wijaya?” Flat tone Image surprised Pram who is still busy struggling with his own thoughts.
Pram walked over to Citra and sat beside her without any distance. The charm of Citra has really set him back on his wits. He really misses this togetherness. His hand reached for the remote to lock the door of the room so that no one would interfere with their communication.
“You are getting beautiful.” Pram said without further ado looking at Citra and did not let go of her gaze for a second. He inhaled the fragrant aroma that emanated from his wife's body, while closing his eyes he leaned his body on the sofa, recalling the warmth that had been lost lately.
“Newly realized..” Citra mutters in the heart. It turns out that it is not wrong he followed the advice of Grandchildren to pamper themselves to the salon and change appearance and take a Yoga class to tighten the body, so as not to lose to the actors who roam out there. He gave a smile when he remembered the words of the Grandchild who said that Pram would definitely be klepek-clepek when he saw his new appearance.
Pram saw a thin smile on the corner of the lips Citra, making him miss those red lips. He brought his face closer to Citra, “I miss you so much. Two months of being together has made you change.” He did not release his gaze for a second from the image. His hands began to move grabbing the slender waist by his side. He missed the smell of his wife's body.
Seeing the image that does not respond to it makes Pram not lose his mind. He drew Citra's hand and grasped it tightly. But Citra clasped her hand, but Pram's grip was so tight, channeling the warmth she had longed for.
The tears of the image did not drip, the pain of rejection was reflected in the corner of his eyes. “I'm sorry, Mr. Pramono Erlangga Wijaya. Can't we be professional, I came here because of country duty.” The image released his hand from Pram's grasp.
Pram stared at Citra gently, but the one being stared at threw away his face. “I was proud to see you be a resource person on that activity. Everyone is amazed at you. My wife is really a great woman.”
The image of a cynical smile, “Thanks to your decision for us to part, makes me able to develop higher wings. And I am very grateful to you, Mr. Pramono Erlangga.”
Pram felt insinuated by Citra's speech. He held the chin of Citra but quickly brushed aside Citra. Pram was saddened by the attitude and rejection of Citra.
“I'm sorry for my mistake all along. Your departure from home makes me lonely..” said Pram lirih. “How are the children especially Kinar.”
“You need not worry, they are happy even without a father.” Imagar said flatly. “It's easy I give you an apology.” Inner Image.
Pram stared at the fixed image. He wanted to hug her tightly and not take her off for a second. But he felt Citra had built a solid wall between them. His words were cold, without feeling.
“I realize what I've done all this time that has hurt you.” Pram sighed heavily. “And I want to fix all from the beginning.” He had been determined to end his relationship with Widya before it was too late. Her hands caressed Citra's hair and smelled her soft and soothing fragrance. “I just realized how lucky I am to have a smart and perfect wife, All this time I've been trifling you. I consider other women better, but my wife is so perfect.”.
The image moved from the chair and moved so that their position is now facing, “I'm sorry Mr. Pramono Erlangga. Your words I always remember. So don't swallow your back. It was a disgusting deed.” The image stared at Pram flatly, this time he had to be firm.
Pram ignored Citra's speech. He returned the gaze of Citra, both looking at each other trying to test each other's resilience.
