KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 24
Pram follows Alex's gaze focused on one figure. His feelings are uncomfortable. Alex's gaze was unmoved seeing the engrossed Image talking to Retno occasionally chuckling and smiling.
Before Alex stepped up, Pram walked ahead of him and immediately embraced Citra's waist in a friendly manner.
“I want to introduce you to my business partner.” Pram holding Citra's hand approached Radit and the others.
Alex was transfixed to see Pram's hand embracing Citra's waist in a friendly manner.
“Mr Alex, my wife Citra Pramesti Prameswari.” Pram said proudly to see the sudden change in his client's face.
Thin smiling image looking at Alex's face, “How are you, Lex?” He reached out his hand to Alex who greeted Alex with a soft look.
Radit looked at Alex's uninspired figure and looked at Citra's face with a million meanings, “Don't.
“As you can see,” Alex said. “You look happy now.”.
Pram saw Alex's unblinking highlight looking at Citra with his hand still holding the image's hand tightly.
Sweet smile Image engraved on her lips, “Alhamdulillah, my life is very happy with the perfect family.” He pulled his hand from Alex's.
“Yang, I want to introduce you to Mr. Kiyoshi.” Pram holding Citra's hand away from Alex who was fixated could not turn his face away from Citra.
Radit whispered to Alex, “Don't the woman.
Alex nodded sadly, “Your guess is right. The image is that woman. His gaze had locked onto my heart all this time, ” his sizzle.
“Your original story is sad. Did he decide you?” Radit felt kepo look at the behavior of his best friend like a broken heart.
“Ah, stop.” Alex turned his gaze to the middle of the hall. “All is over. I'm so happy because my best friend is happy.”
The image looked at Retno and Radit who were already standing in the middle of the hall. Accompanied by the appearance of the capital artist who plays a single piano with the song “Don't Fox Destinyku” makes the atmosphere truly romantic, so the couple danced romantically.
“You don't want to dance?” the warm greeting surprised Citra who was still engrossed in enjoying the romantic scenery in front of her. Alex stood next to him while putting his hand in his pants pocket.
“Udah old too. Shame to know,” said Citra while smiling. All this time he had never claimed Alex, because of the familiarity that occurred between them.
Alex shook his head, “In my eyes you never change. You are still the same as you used to be.” Alex said what he was. He sighed, “Since our farewell, it's hard for me to forget you.”
The image laughs softly, “Lho, we have nothing to do. Hope you soon find a suitable companion for you.” Citra does not want to comment on Alex's remarks, he himself has problems, no need to interfere in other people's affairs will be complicated himself.
From a distance Pram saw Alex standing side by side with Citra. He was upset, Retno whispered that Alex had not moved on from Citra. From his observation Citra did not show any response. But Citra never indulged his feelings, until he himself had trouble reading his wife's mind.
Because of the lack of image that makes a Pramono Erlangga Wijaya can fall in love with him. Among all the girls in her new campus, only Citra Pramesti Prameswari never looked at her. His attitude is so cold and jutek.
Pram rushed to both. He grabbed Citra's slender waist while nodding his head at Alex, “Yang went down, yuk..” Pram hooked his fingers with Citra and took her down to the hall as soon as the piano played the song Till the Age Close. “Excuse me sir Alex..”
Citra follows Pram's movements that lead her to dance to a truly romantic song. He tried to avoid Pram's shady and full of desire. One hand was held by Pram with affection. Pram's breath feels warm around his neck. He felt Pram's large fingers stroking his back up and down, making Citra's breath feel irregular tightness.
Pram kisses his forehead with a friendly, “I love you Citra Pramesti Prameswari. Don't even think about leaving me again. I can't live far from you and the kids.” His words were full of emphasis. He lifted the chin of Citra and looked at Citra's eyes fixedly. It was her beautiful eyes that made her fall in love for the first time.
The powerless image returned Pram's gaze, he averted his gaze. Pram's shadow that once told him to stay away a glance appeared in his mind. And seeing Pram's full lips so close made him remember how Pram and Widya were accustomed to kissing at work. Tears of the image dripping. This was his weakness, it was hard to forget the thing that hurt him. Although he tried hard, the shadow was not easy for him to tepis.
Pram aware, it is not that easy to make Citra forgive him. He rained down Citra's head with light kisses. Pram's friendly hug on his slender waist made Citra's heart beat fast. This is the feeling he may have avoided. He must be strong to endure, for the sake of the children.
Pram dropped his head on Citra's open shoulder, and enjoyed the scented smell of his wife's neckline. He enjoyed the verses the singer sang, according to his mood.
Until Close Age
(Candra Fen)
I was created by him
To always love you
Give me a chance
You were created by him
For always I love
Hold this hand tightly
Don't let you go
Until I'm old
I will guard your heart
Until I'm old
Even if the wrinkles on your cheeks are visible
Will not shake my strong love
You were created by him
For always I love
Hold this hand tightly
Don't let you go
Until I'm old
I will guard your heart
Until I'm old
Even if the wrinkles on your cheeks are visible
Will not shake my love so strong (ah)
Until I close…
Because too tired from Retno and Radit events, Citra oversleep waking up. He saw the clock on the wall of the room already showing at 6 o'clock. He hurriedly took ablution and performed the Fajr prayer. Looking around he saw that Pram was not there.
As soon as finished the prayer Citra still sat glued on the prayer mat contemplating her household life. He hoped there would be no more disturbances in their household noses. Desire Citra is to live together to the end with a whole family. The door was opened, it looked like Pram had just returned from the mosque which was still in the complex. The image feels cool to see the appearance of Pram who wears a cocoa dress that matches the color of his coffee.
He approached Citra and sat in front of Citra. His hands clasped the hands of Citra tightly. He looked at the fixed image, “I know, maybe my actions still leave a wound in your heart. But believe me, I just love you. No one can replace you in my heart.”
The image returned Pram's gaze. He couldn't say anything. Only sadness is there. The tears he could not hold. How can he forget the pain that until now still often interferes with his feelings.
Pram grabbed Citra into his arms. He knew his wife was still in a fragile state. He felt Citra's body tremble in his arms. Only the image stuffing sounded, and Pram felt his chest wet from Citra's tears.
The pounding on the door of the room made Citra pull her body from Pram's embrace. He rose from the prayer mat.
“Mama, papa said to leave now. How not to come out yet?” Kinar was already nagging in front of their room door.
Pram gently rubbing the head of Citra, “Package, I will open the door.” He walked over and opened the door.
“Lho, why is papa still using koko?” Kinar looked at him while frowning his forehead. “Where's the name?”
“Mama again shower. Go down first. Ntar papa and mama nyulai, we immediately leave.”
Pram noticed Citra who only wears a towel to walk in closet which is on the side of the bedroom. He swallowed his saliva with a huff. If you don't remember, I've been waiting for Kinar and Damar. I want him to follow Citra.
“Quiet, still much time..” Inner Pram while stepping foot towards the bathroom. He smiled alone imagining what he had done during their time together in this house. “Sabar junior...” he looked down who started to tense up.
Twenty minutes later the four of them were already in the car
