KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 21
Pram swore in his heart, once he realized he was late waking up. He really enjoyed sleeping, probably also because of the soy sauce last night. The wall clock ticks 7 times. Although annoyed, but a thin smile on his lips. With Pram's spirit walked towards the bathroom. Uniform for attending Retno wedding has been prepared Citra since then complete with underwear.
After bathing Pram directly wearing batik clothes that are creamy with a pair of black cloth trousers. He looked at the mirror while putting buttons on his sleeve. A smile could not be separated from his handsome face.
When it came down, the atmosphere was already quiet. Pram headed to the dining room, looks mbok Sum sepuh waiter who has long served his family is preparing breakfast for him.
“Den Pram misfortune wake up yes..?”
Pram smile thin, “Ya, mbok. Sleep is good, so refuse to wake up. Coincidentally here, consider it a holiday.”
Mbok Sum looked at the employer he loved so much with a sad face.
“Mbok Sum why? There is a problem ?” Pram looked at mbok Sum attentively.
“What is true Aden and mbak Citra will be separated?”
Pram was stunned to hear Sum's mbok question. “Where did mbok hear this news?” She was worried that her mother would know.
Mbok Sum bowed sadly, “I heard a conversation between Aden and mbak Siska.”
Pram flabbergasted, meaning mbok Sum saw their deeds last night, “That's not true, mbok. Believe that! Yesterday I was tempted by my personal secretary. I'm a khilaf, but Yang Kuasa quickly resuscitated me.”
“From now on Aden should be more powerful worship. Do not let the Aden household be scattered because of a third person or actor.”
Pram smiled thinly, “Mbok Sum already understood about the actor. Maybe it was a test in our household, Mbok. And it made my feelings towards Citra even stronger. I love my family and will take care of them.”
“I love the same mbak Citra and children. He is kind and always attentive to our waiter here.” Said mbok Sum lirih.
“What mbok Sum watched ... last night?”
Mbok Sum nodded slowly, “I have not liked Siska since long ago. She was good because she was grateful.” mbok Sum said rather slowly, afraid that anyone would hear.
Pram smiled thinly, “Mbok Sum not to worry. God willing, from now on I will be careful and take care of my family more.”
“Ya, Den.” Mbok Sum immediately cleaned the dining table after Pram spent breakfast and coffee was available on the table.
He looked at the departure of his young master with a happy smile, “Jagalah always den Pram family and mbak Citra ya Allah.”.
Arriving at the residence of Pak dhe Karwo, guests began to arrive, the atmosphere of the magnificent house with a spacious courtyard was getting crowded. Pram soon blends in with his family while waiting for the bridegroom's family to arrive on site.
Stunned Pram stared at the image's appearance from head to toe. Kebaya cream color press body back wrapped solid body, making the eyes Pram can not move to another again. He became upset with the committee, why should he order a kebaya that really makes it difficult to swallow. Every look at the image, always make him fall in love again and again. Or this is indeed his karma that has been away from his wife all this time.
All of their large families are women who do wear kebaya uniforms, including men who use golden cream colored batik. He saw his cousins look beautiful and handsome perfectly with their big family uniforms. But body problems, Pram gulped.
He must admit that the image is most worthy of thumbs up. His style is flexible, rivaling the appearance of Princess Indonesia. Although already have a girl with a mature age, but the treatment done Citra makes it not inferior to women who are in their 25s.
He quickly walked up to Citra and stood beside her while blowing off Citra's straight, white neck. Fortunately last night he did not have time to print a sign of love there, but in other parts do not be asked. because his hair is carried by the style of the palace princess makes his neck invite a passionate gaze for men.
The image miserably mendelik saw the actions of Pram, which Pram replied with a naughty wink teasing him. During the welcoming of the bridegroom Citra could not concentrate, there was the act of Pram who upset her. Pram acts like a teenager who just knows love, can not be far from him. Wherever Citra steps Pram always follows him.
The ijab qabul procession is underway. The image of seeing the figure of Retno's husband. Hansel Praditya still has blood flowing in his body. A really compatible couple. Citra sincerely wishes that their marriage last until old age.
Fourteen years of their love journey to get Kinar and Damar, which has given happiness to both sides of the family. But the storm affected the course of their marriage ark. Although he feels Pram's attitude has returned to how it used to be, but Citra has not been able to convince her heart and feelings that still feel pain and hurt.
The image can now breathe with relief, he gulps water on the dining table. He was talking with Mayang Retno's eldest brother, Pram's close cousin.
“I'm happy to meet mbak Citra. We did not meet for a long time, yes.” Mayang started their conversation.
“Mbak also kangen. Last we met 5 years ago at the wedding mas Sigit.” The image remembers the wedding of Sigit second son pak dhe Karwo.
Mayang looked at Siska who was attached like a caterpillar to Pram who was still talking to Anggoro and Sigit.
“What mbak Citra is not disturbed by Siska's behavior?” Mayang himself felt uncomfortable seeing it.
The image chuckled lightly and turned its gaze away from Pram who was looking at him fixedly from a distance while blinking one eye. “Are they not brothers?”
“Anybody can see Siska's behavior. His attitude has not changed since. Not self-conscious, too old.” Mayang got upset himself.
“What do you mean?” finally Citra looked at Siska who continued to seek Pram's attention. But Pram doesn't care if he ignores Siska.
“Siska has loved Pram since we were Junior High. Until aunt Ratih and om Hendrawan moved to Jakarta.”
“What Pram mas likes it, Siska beautiful and attractive.” Imagery is honest.
Mayang looked back in front of him, now Pram and Arjuna who was Mayang's husband walked up to the two of them.
“Your husband's body of the caterpillar.” whispered Mayang smiling while biting the ear Citra made him jump over Mayang's behavior.
Arjuna embraces his wife's slender waist, “Wah cah ayu this one always looks perfect.” He extended his hand to the image. “How are you doing ayu?”
“Alhamdulillah good, mas.” Citra replied to Arjuna's greeting politely. “How is Arjuna himself.
“As cah ayu see. Can't be far from Dewi Arimbi.” She glanced at Mayang who was standing next to her.
“Magnet mbak Mayang too strong,” sela Pram who suddenly stood next to Citra. He grasped and linked his fingers with the fingers of the left image.
“You have to take extra care of your wife.” Whisper Arjuna in Pram's ear. “From the past until now, the charm does not fade, even stronger.”
Pram just shook his head to hear the words of Arjuna. After Arjuna and Mayang walked to meet the guests in front, Pram walked with Citra to the dishes available.
“I feel hungry, and want to enjoy existing dishes.”
With painstaking and patient Citra obey and serve Pram's wishes, take the menu and bring it to the table that is already available. Without blinking Pram follows every movement of the Image. How beautiful is the creation of God that he has, and will not share with others, because it is his own right.
