KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 17

Pram was stunned to see the image that afternoon wearing a blazer maron color, with a knee-length skirt of matching color, until the smooth calf that was plastered was real so tempting. The lipstick color is bright red. Why every staring at the image of his heart always berdisko. Last night's battle glimpsed back in his memory. Body Image is absolutely perfect. He didn't blink an eye. Something down there started to stiffen up again.

“Gosh Citra, does he want to lure every man to fantasize by looking at him.” Inner Pram with riled. His eyes looked at the sharp image, annoyed at the appearance of his wife.

“Good day prof. Darmawan, sorry I was late stuck in traffic.” The image reached out to Darmawan, and smiled faintly at Pram while bowing his head at a glance.

Puri who accompanied Citra saw the interaction of the two. He does not yet know his partner's relationship with the boss of the big company.

“I want to invite prof. Darmawan enjoy lunch with us.” Pram immediately conveyed his point while looking at Citra with annoyance, not accepting with his perfect appearance that made the man who passed in front of them look at Citra with a smile.

“How bu Citra, big boss invite us to eat together, you know.” Parobaya man who also came with his partner was expecting Citra approval.

“Alright, I agree.” Citra nodded while looking at Puri who was confused by the situation.

Finally the five of them entered the private room where Roby was already there. He seemed surprised to see the image that came with the parobaya man and his colleague Roby remembered at the audit yesterday.

“Good day Sir, bu Citra.” Roby greeted them politely.

Pram really didn't expect to be back at the table with his wife. He set the position with Darmawan on the right side and Citra on the left. He let Roby and Puri and his clients in their respective positions.

“Citra..” client Pram staring Citra with a look of disbelief. He immediately approached Citra and shook his hand tightly.

“Alex...” Image smile with face sumringah. He remembers Alex Januaryi, a close friend of his in High School. He had a crush on her, but Alex was too much of a fan, so Citra only kept that feeling to herself, until they finished High School, and Alex followed his parents to Japan who served as an ambassador there.

“You have not changed, even more charming,” he said frankly.

Alex's hand still clasped tightly to Citra made Pram's annoyance grow. He did not expect his client to know Citra and showed interest in his wife. Clenching his hands in annoyance, Roby looked at everything with a feeling of worry. Everyone who was there was just a spectator watching the event.

The image immediately released the hand of Alex who was still reluctant to take it off, as soon as he saw some servants coming to deliver the menu that had been ordered. He was forced to sit side by side with Pram on the right and Alex taking a position on the left.

There is no conversation while enjoying lunch, because each is hunted for time especially Citra. As soon as he finished finishing the meal on his plate, Citra immediately looked at the clock on his wrist. Pram saw no more wedding rings on his wife's fingers. Sadness again gnawed at his heart.

“I'm sorry, prof. Darmawan, we have to go back there are still activities in the office. For the next meeting you can contact me at the office number.” Imaging stands up. “Thank you for the lunch, Mr. Pramono Erlangga.”

After leaving Citra and Puri, the atmosphere was still silent for a moment. Pram's gaze still followed their departure until it disappeared at the door of the restaurant.

“Bu Citra is indeed a full-talented woman.” Profs. Darmawan began to say end the silence created.

“Yeah, I know him.” Alex smiled thinly, “Three years of our togetherness in High School, I know his nature well. Citra is a woman who is dedicated and responsible for the commitment she holds firm.”

Pram felt a hot scent encircling the room. He believes there is a special relationship between his wife and his client. From Alex's emphatic voice, many meanings are implied, which may be only Alex and his wife know.

Darmawan rose from his chair, “Campus plan to ask bu Citra to become a guest lecturer, seems unrealized. She is a very busy woman.”

“Thank you for the banquet.” Darmawan shook his hand tightly. “We will be back to campus.”

Pram nodded his head politely to Darmawan who immediately went with his partner. His mind was still wandering thinking about the steps he would take to bring Citra back to their home. Frankly, he was unable to endure the loneliness at home. The intimate relationship that has happened yesterday, makes him want to repeat it again, and there is no other way, except to bring Citra home with him.

“Pak Pram, thanks for the lunch. I hope our cooperation will run smoothly” Alex rose from his chair and immediately stretched out his hand shook Pram who was still thinking about the words of Darmawan and his intention to bring Citra back.

He is forced to accept Alex's handshake, because the future prospects will be good for his company. And he had to put aside the feeling of jealousy, if indeed there was ever a relationship between Citra and Alex, because he knew, Citra is not an easy woman.

Pram, Alex and Roby walk side by side out of the private dining room. Not far away his feet stepped from the private room, there was the spoiled voice of a foreign woman's conversation in his ears. He saw Widya walking while carrying some paper bags and her right hand was in a friendly gown with a man who also carried some paper bags in his hand.

“Still mas, I've done shopping.”

“What the hell didn't make you, beb.”

Pram did not know how he felt when he saw the scene in front of him. He felt embarrassed, considering he had done this, so Kinar hit him in front of the crowd. He looked at Roby who was also frowning seeing the change in her face. But Pram is relieved, Widya can't dodge anymore and must accept the reality of parting with him.

“Pak Pram ..” Juanda greeted him politely making Widya aghast and involuntarily dropped the paper bag in her hand.  His eyes glared at Pram and Roby who stopped in front of them.

Pram stood before the two. He looked at Juanda with a big smile, “Lama did not meet, sir Juanda. How are you?” Pram held out his hand which Juanda greeted warmly.

“I'm fine. And just returned from Palangkaraya.” Juanda glanced at Widya who was fixated beside him.

“Forcuse us interrupt your time.” It pats Juanda's shoulder slowly, “May your romance life soon find its bright spot.”

“Thank you for the prayer, Mr. Pram.” Juanda sees the departure of Pram along with Roby and a man he has never seen.

Widya was frustrated and wanted to submerge herself to the bottom of the earth. He doesn't have the guts to meet Pram. What reason would he have to say if they met later.

While enjoying lunch Widya's mind was really upset. He did not listen to Juanda's talk. He is preoccupied with his own thoughts, trying to find reasons to cover up his relationship with Juanda.

“Beb, I want to introduce you to my parents.” Juanda clasped Widya's hand and squeezed her gently.

Widya raised her face and returned Juanda's hopeful gaze, “I still need time, mas.”

Juanda sighed violently, “I am about to enter 41 years. Both my parents wanted me to go home soon. What else are you waiting for, I will fulfill all your wishes.”

Widya. He is not ready to have a serious relationship with Juanda, because he wants Pram who accompanies him. It had become his obsession, not going to let go of his gold mine no matter what.