KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 19
After taking a shower he used a knee-length dress, so that his appearance looked more like a college boy. He set himself in front of the mirror, “Ngot too disappointing anyway.” Citra smiled thinly observing his appearance.
Citra did not see the presence of Pram and Singgih until dinner. Now he three of his children are chatting in the back garden. He was engrossed in listening to the story of Damar who had finished carrying out the Final Trials of the class increase, and Kinar who was also just finished.
“Mbak no longer angry with papa?” Citra looked at Kinar gently as she rubbed her daughter's head occasionally kissing Kinar's long fragrant hair.
Kinar stared back at his mother, “Mbak will try to forget papa.”'s mistake
Damar looked at his mother and brother while playing games on his phone. Although not old enough, but he understands, that there is a problem between mom and dad. But Damar didn't know what to tell his mother. Since they moved to Solo, Pram visited them several times without Citra's knowledge.
Pram has decided to reunite his family. He realized his love for Citra and his family had never changed. When he first visited Solo, Broto refused the presence of his son-in-law, but Anjar continued to accept his daughter-in-law with all her piety and maternal affection for her children.
Pram's third arrival with a favorite food of Kinar and the latest laptop to support his education, finally got a welcome from his father-in-law. Finally with Broto's help, Pram manages to meet Kinar and speaks from heart to heart. Pram promised he would not repeat his actions. He tried to invite Kinar and Damar to return to Jakarta after class, but Kinar refused. He felt it was suitable with the atmosphere of Solo calm and cool.
Damar also did not want to return to Jakarta, he was able to live with his brother and eyang putri and eyang kakung in Solo. And the family in Solo had agreed not to tell Pram's presence there. They want Pram to fight to get Citra's trust back, because they understand, Citra's strong character, will not be easy to treat his heart that was hurt.
“What mas and mbak want to go back to Jakarta?” Citra stared fixedly at her baby.
Both are shaking their heads. The image scrunched his head in confusion, “Lho, kok can be compact..”.
“Mbak feel comfortable in Solo. School is also good.” Kinar was serious. “His friends are engrossed. Ma'am happy to go to school there.”
“If it makes you happy, mama actually agreed aja.”
This day Citra chatted with her children. His longing has paid off. When feeling tired, Citra followed her two children to rest in the room that had been inhabited by both of them which contained a two-story bed.
Because he had to control the company in Yogya, and met some of his clients forced Pram to spend their time together this day. But he was quite satisfied, because he had met Citra and picked up her arrival. He knew his wife's frustration, and it made him happy. He hopes the frozen heart of the image will melt with his attention, especially children can already accept his presence. With the existence of Citra at his parents' house Pram will try to take his heart back.
At seven o'clock in the night, Pram gets home. The atmosphere of the house is quiet, because all leave for the house of Pak dhe Karwo to watch the midodareni Retno night. The groom and his family are coming tonight. The distance of the house of Pak dhe Karwo is about 10 minutes from their home. After cleaning themselves and changing with the clothes that had been prepared by their extended family, Pram immediately took his car to the house of Pak dhe Karwo who had installed traditional Javanese trinkets in front of their house gate.
Pram circulated his gaze trying to find an image among the women who wear kebaya uniforms. He saw Kinar and Damar sitting with Gayatri and her mother and cousin Siska.
“Mas just got home?” Siska asked attentively, her eyes looking at Pram, causing her to turn her gaze to Kinar who was beginning to be suspicious of their behavior.
Pram feels careless at Siska. He knew that his distant cousin had always liked him. And she did not expect that after parting with her husband, she returned to Yogya and joined her mother. Pram knows that his mother is indeed affectionate with Siska, because he is good at taking the heart of Ratih.
“Where's mama, mbak?” Pram shook his body beside Kinar who looked bored with the series of processions that had lasted several hours.
“Mama just received a call.” Kinar looked at him sharply, “Papa why not together sir dhe anyway?”
Pram caressed Kinar's hair, “Pak dhe made must drive you. Papa was still with the client. Ma'am must be sure with papa, will not leave you again. You have to trust papa.”
“Tuh, mom.” Damar pointed at Citra who walked up to them while talking to a middle-aged woman, and parted at a crossroads.
Pram's eyes glued to see the appearance of his wife, “Aduh, this one woman. Who the hell ordered the kebaya?” His mind was upset to see the appearance of Citra who wore a purple kebaya low chest press body, until the hemisphere poked on his smooth chest. I want him to drag Citra home. He swallowed with rage.
“Mama...” Damar walked up to Citra and took his hand to approach their family who were now gathered in the great hall. “Papa from earlier cariin mama.”
Siska looked at Citra with a look of dislike. He felt Citra had taken Pram from his side. His feelings for Pram never changed, although he knew, Pram had a happy little family.
“Citra..” greeting someone makes Pram's ears stand, seeing a dashing man walking over to his wife. He immediately got up from beside Kinar and grabbed Citra's waist into his embrace.
Image surprised at Pram's treatment. She had to let her husband behave in front of her family. “Mas Anggoro ..” Citra wants to welcome the hand of Anggoro its BEM chairman when in college first.
Pram quickly welcomed the hand of Anggoro who was his cousin from the side of the mother.
“Wah Anggoro, you look different now.” Pram said he was trying to smile.
His left hand was still embracing Citra's waist cordially, making anyone who saw it would realize Pram's possessiveness towards his wife.
Anggoro shook his head to see Pram's behavior like a teenage girl who fears her boyfriend is missing.
“Udah 16 years together, tenyap Pram attitude towards you not changed, still aja jealousy ...” He chuckled considering that while on campus first, Pram envied his closeness and the same image was active at the BEM UGM campus.
The image showed a sweet smile until her dimples popped out. Anggoro stared at him unblinkingly. Pram can see it. He immediately kissed Citra's cheek in front of Anggoro.
“You already know how I feel on this one.”
“Do not show off also times.” Anggoro just laughed a little watching Pram's attitude that displays affection to him.
“How is the mas family now?” The image diverted their conversation. He began to feel uncomfortable with Pram's hand that began to caress his waist.
Anggoro's face turned sad, “Indah died three years ago of cervical cancer.” Her voice sounding softly implied a deep pain. “Our son is now 12 years old, and he brought mama and papa Indah to Malaysia.”
Stunned image, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji’un. Forgive us, mas. Because not knowing this news.”
Pram tighten his embrace. He should be more vigilant now, because he knows that Anggoro has also been interested in the same image active on UGM campus. Lucky at that time Citra chose himself, because he was able to soften the attitude of the image rigid and indifferent. But now…
“Mbak, mas here the same acquaintance om Anggoro ..” Citra called his two children who participated in listening to their conversation.
Kinar and Damar approached them, and immediately reached out to Anggoro who was staring at the two unblinkingly.
“Beautiful and handsome. Perfect blend of you two.” Praise Anggoro sincerely as he looks at Kinar and Damar with warmth. He felt sorrow for missing their son who was now far away from him.
Stop by them and get ready to return home because the event is over which the wedding will continue the next morning.
Citra immediately say goodbye to Anggoro and other families, but Pram is still fun talking to Anggoro. They tell a lot about the past to their respective achievements in the present.
