KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 18
This morning Citra was upset, because the flight to Solo was full, he was forced to take Jakarta-Yogya. He was so busy he forgot to book an e-ticket. Coinciding with Pram's cousin Retno event, he was forced to advance his arrival. Coincidentally he got a task from the office for a taxation seminar in the city of Yogya for 3 days. So the time can be longer to gather with his two children.
Before boarding the plane, Citra called her mother that she would pass through Yogya on a 10-hour flight, because she had run out of direct tickets to Solo. Kinar and Damar were happy to hear the talk of the princess and her mother who would visit them for longer.
As soon as he got off the plane casually Citra directly walked towards the exit. No need to wait for baggage. He did not bring a traveling bag, because at his mother's house all work clothes were available. He only carried a handbag containing important letters and an ATM.
Without wasting time Citra walked to the airport taxi to make transactions to take her to Solo.
“Live Solo, sir..” he mentioned his address in full and leaned his body on the seat. Hearing the song that plays on the car radio tape, making Citra unconsciously sing, because she felt the song fits her current mood.
Slow Down Only (Box)
I know you must be feeling
What I guess
I know sooner or later
You'll understand
Heart when forced
It's not gonna be good
You deserve to love
Who loves you too
Your love
Release your bond with me
Let you be happy
When the weight forgets me
Just slow down
No intention to hurt
This is my heart
You deserve to love
Who loves you too
Your love
Release your bond with me
Let you be happy
When the weight forgets me…
“Lho, why is the song off, sir?” The image of the protest with the behavior of the taxi driver, because he was so fond of the song being played represents his heart. He who was in a leaning position in the back seat immediately straightened his body.
“The song is not interesting, just change it.” saut a relaxed driver. He immediately played another song and sang along making a sound.
Waiting for you
(Anji)
'I always try to strengthen my heart
From those of you who have not yet returned
There is one belief that keeps me going
This wait will pay off for sure
Look at me, baby, who's been struggling
Waiting for you to come, picking you up
Remember always, baby, my heart you hold
I'm not leaving, waiting for you here
If it wasn't for you I don't know anymore
To whom I miss this, I will give
Who misses this, I'll give you, oh
Look at me, baby, who's been struggling
Waiting for you to come, picking you up
Always remember, my heart…
“Eh...” Citra feels familiar with that voice. He looked at the taxi driver who was singing along to the music in the car.
Rayban glasses and masks worn by the driver made Citra suspicious. The scent of perfume that he was so familiar with made Citra sure that it was not the original driver but kw. Especially looking at the posture and the driver's haircut.
“You won't kidnap me right?” The image of getting up from the back of a chair and looking at the driver sharply. He felt that the car that took him did not pass the line to Solo but entered housing in an elite area located not far from Adi Sucipto airport.
Pram immediately laughed out loud knowing his disguise was exposed. He opened his glasses and mask. “It turns out your feelings are still very strong.” His smile was plastered while looking at the face of Citra from the rearview mirror. “We'll go straight to mama's house.”
The image of silence does not reply to the words of Pram. He was reluctant because he did not bring a change of clothes. What to wear while staying at her in-laws house. Even if you have to buy, he is lazy to go out. His body was too tired and tired in the vehicle. I want to go to bed, but it's not good at home.
The car stopped at a beautiful house. Some luxury cars were parked in the spacious yard. Pram got off the car and turned around to open the door for Citra.
“Do you not want to go out, or do I need to carry?” Pram looked at Citra who was still reluctant to go down and closed her eyes by leaning her shoulders on the seat. He grabbed Citra's hand and squeezed it gently.
Citra opened her eyes and pulled her hand from Pram's grasp, “I'm tired of wanting a break. I miss the kids too.”
Pram looked at him fixedly, making Citra so caught off guard. Their distance is so close, that Pram's breath feels warm on the cheeks. Unexpectedly, Pram was already sitting next to him.
“I miss you so much.” The warmth of Pram's lips gently brushed his lips.
Image surprised to get a surprise attack from Pram. He pushed Pram's chest which was docked hugging his body. ******* Pram is increasingly demanding to make Citra out of breath. Pram let go of his kiss. “My love every day is growing on you.”
The image melengos hear the dreadlocks Pram. He immediately got up and got out of the car leaving a little smiling Pram.
Pram let Citra enter the veranda. He immediately returned to sit at the wheel, because he will visit the company that is currently in the hands of his cousin Dimas pak dhe Hadi Wijaya his late father's sister.
The image left Pram still sitting in the car. He stepped into his in-laws house. His gaze was distracted at the large family gathering in the living room, but he did not see Singgih.
“Mama...” Kinar and Damar ran up to him with a feeling of pleasure.
Riveted image. He really did not expect to be welcomed by Damar and Kinar. A happy feeling enveloped his heart. Both of his children were gathered in his house.
“Has Kinar forgiven his papa?” He was deep in heart because Kinar's face looked ordinary, no more sadness was depicted there. So does Damar with his style of splintering.
The image stretched out both hands hugging both of his children with joy. After being satisfied with Kinar and Damar, he immediately approached Ratih in-laws who were in wheelchairs accompanied by a woman dressed in sexy clothes.
“Mamah..” Citra crouches at the feet of her in-laws while kissing both her slightly pale hands. “Pardon New image had visited here..”.
All who were in the room just silently watched the interaction between the in-laws and daughter-in-law who had not met for almost a year.
Ratih looked at the daughter-in-law who has now given him a beautiful and handsome grandson, “Mamah understands. As long as your household is calm and serene, others are suave no matter.”
The image smiled faintly hearing Ratih's words. He is not convinced by Pram's changes. Even though Pram's attitude is getting warmer on him. Somehow he treated the wound that Pram had scratched yesterday. The image felt the woman standing beside Ratih looking at him with a dislike look.
“Finally up to you.” Gayatri hugged Citra who is now standing in front of her. The look in his eyes can not be separated from Citra, “You are more beautiful than our last meeting. No one thought you already had a girl with this appearance.”
The image of smiling sumringah, “I follow the advice of my friend Cici. What say. Mbak...?”
Gayatri brandished her two thumbs, “Pelakor, caterpillar, pestle, and the whole thing will pass. Mbak is happy to see your changes.”
The image saw Ratih passing from the room accompanied by a woman who pushed her wheelchair with a haughty style. “Who is he, mbak?”
Gayatri sighed heavily, “He's a distant cousin of Pram and Mas Singgih. Just separated because her husband cheated on her, and they have no children.”
“Oh.” The image does not want to be prejudiced. Because he came only to attend Retno events, as well as gather with his children and not forget the duty of service. He chatted for a while with Gayatri while asking each other news.
With a feeling of annoyance, Citra chose the clothes available in the room they used to stay in Yogya. No new clothes, all old clothes, although still well maintained, wanted to borrow Gayatri clothes he refused.
