KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
27 Roads to the Mall

Mama no salat?” damar's question asked to see Citra who was still relaxed facing her laptop, when Damar and Kinar were about to follow Pram doing congregational prayers’ah in the next room.

“Mama again dapet,” Citra says relax.

From the end of his eyes, he saw a stunned Pram looking at him. But Citra doesn't care. He kept himself busy with the laptop in front of him. He wants to finish the presentation that will be delivered at the seminar in Ambarukmo later.

Tomorrow the time will be once. Moreover, they will take Kinar and Damar back to Solo.  It's impossible not to catch. In the morning, he will return to Yogya and go directly to the Ambarukmo hotel to continue his office activities.

He couldn't have expected Pram and exchanged ideas with him. Since coming out of the house that night, he had gotten used to deciding all by himself. He is not sure Pram's attitude will settle by returning to him and the children.

After the work is done, Citra immediately clean the laptop from the table. He saw Pram just coming out of the bathroom.  She did not know what clothes her husband would wear to come out with the children later.

“Mama not ready?” Pram looked at him attached to a towel that was still attached to his body.

“This just ran,” Citra replied briefly.

Seeing Pram who did not budge from his position standing next to where he is now makes Citra understand that her husband wants her to prepare the clothes that he will wear.

The image rose from its place and stepped towards the travel bag Pram stored in a closet that was on the side of the room.

She opened the closet and took out a bag containing her husband's clothes. Regardless of Pram's view that remained focused on him, Citra immediately took out underwear and t-shirts and cloth pants neatly arranged.

In his father-in-law's place, he still had time to tidy up all the Pram needs that they would bring during the trip. Because it was not an official event, without asking, he immediately put everything he took on the bed.

Without looking at her husband's face Citra cleaned the clothes that Pram used this afternoon seemed to be piled next to the nightstand. After putting all the dirty clothes together, he kept them in one bag.

Citra re-opened her travel bag and picked up the clothes she was going to use to get out tonight with her small family. He casually brought a few pieces of clothes and walked past Pram who watched all his movements carefully.

“Why not change here?” tanya Pram immediately blocked the steps of Citra who walked casually with a serious face.

“Hm ... “ The image just shrugs without any desire to answer the husband's question.

He quickly twitched and rushed into the bathroom. His body feels sultry, especially now he is in a state of coming the moon. Really unpleasant conditions.

For an hour the image was in the bathroom. He did avoid unimportant conversations with Pram, choosing to spend time chatting with Kinar and Damar, until finally at half-six pm Pram took him back to the room to pack to go outside.

He knew his attitude and actions were unworthy. But how else. The pain and disappointment are still strong in the chest. Although outside he can hide the wound, but he can not pretend and behave as usual with Pram.

Regardless of the intimate relationship they had, it would not involve feeling too deep. Moreover, he is very understanding, a man sometimes does not because of love, but just need to meet their biological needs.

A smile rose on Citra's face. After finishing wearing the top with the plain skirt he brought from his in-laws residence, Citra smiled faintly. Even though the old model but still stylish. He immediately rubbed his face to look fresh.

Feeling perfect, the image went straight out of the bathroom. Pram was sitting quietly by the bed. It seems that he had just finished performing the Magrib prayer, because the sarong and prayer mat are still lying on the bed.

The atmosphere of silence without any desire Citra started a conversation. For the betrayal Pram had committed made him so reluctant to mince words. In silence he cleaned and folded the sarongs and prayer mats to keep them on the nightstand.

Pram doesn't know where to start. He thought that the togetherness and intimacy that had occurred would dilute the attitude of the image. But it turns out he was wrong.

“We go now?” the face of Citra who had been flat was immediately excited looking at the two who were very enthusiastic.

“Sure dong ma. Mas have long not gone equally papa and treated toys,” plain greeting Damar makes Pram's heart feel pinched.

“Tonight papa will free mas and mbak to buy anything,” Pram chimed in conversation Citra and Damar.

A faint smile appeared on Kinar's face.  He quickly pulled out Pram's hand and took him with him excitedly leaving behind his mother and sister.

Pram turned his head back to see Citra who showed off her small smile seeing the treatment of Kinar on her papa. Warmth flowed Pram's heart over the increasingly open attitude of Kinar to him.

It was not an easy matter, as he wanted to restore Kinar's trust in him. He knows, every Saturday and Sunday is the time of Citra visit on their two children. He always came in the afternoon after Citra returned to Jakarta.

He deliberately kept it a secret and asked his father-in-law in Solo not to tell Citra the visit he made to Kinar and Damar. He immediately consulted with Aji Atmadja, M.Psi., a psychiatrist who accompanied Kinar in fighting trauma for the pain he gave.

Damar chases Pram and Kinar leaves Citra who is still locking the door of their inn room. He took Pram's left hand and hung up excitedly.

Now the four of them have entered one of the magnificent malls in Yogya. Seeing Kinar and Damar walking ahead of them, Pram immediately took Citra's hand and hooked his fingers to each other.

“Mas, not gini also times .... “ Citra said slowly protesting Pram's actions.

But the grip of the hand was so strong that he was difficult to take off. Pram smiled inwardly. He touched the ears and kept walking with close connection to the hands of both.

“May just remember the past when we dated first .... “ Pram replied casually.

“Udah is not important,” Citra said flatly.

Pram's shadow holding Widya's hand again flashed on her face. How the intimacy that both of them display makes it hit and crashed.

“I beg you, do not be too pushy ... “ shrewd Citra, “I can not forget everything that was ever seen before my eyes.”

Pram. Is it still as painful as his wife's heart for the actions he has done?  He stopped his steps and stared fixedly at Citra. He tried to heal the wounds of their daughter's heart, and forgot that his wife was more hurt by all the rejection and recognition of his and Widya's affair.

“Mbak .. “ he quickly calls Kinar who hasn't gone too far.

Kinar flipped over and realized the cue Pram had shown asking him to come closer.

“Ya pa .... “ Kinar is now standing in front of the two.

“Mama and papa still have needs for a while. Can't buy mbak and mas shopping. Nih, bring papa card ... “ quickly Pram took out his wallet and told Kinar pin for his shopping payment and Damar.

“Mas need not do that. I will accompany Kinar and Damar,” Citra quickly stepped up following Damar leaving Pram and Kinar who are still having a ego.

“Ma .... “ Pram can not resist the steps Citra who has joined Damar's hand to enter the children's toy store.