KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 3
It had been two weeks since their last conversation. Pram still comes home at night and will leave in the morning, making the intensity of their meetings and communications less frequent.
That afternoon at lunchtime, Citra picked up Kinar and brought him to lunch at the restaurant in the mall. He intends to discuss their farewell plan with Kinar. While waiting for Kinar who was still walking with his close friend suddenly a soft clap landed on Citra's shoulder.
“Eh, Cicit... haven't seen you in a long time..”.
“Curtain..” The image jumped to see Cucu Anggita a close friend when High School. “Subhanallah, the sexier you are..”
They hugged each other because they hadn't seen each other for 17 years. Both of them are close friends without secrets, so they have their favorite calls. Their communication was interrupted since Cucu followed his parents who ASN moved to Sumatra.
“How are you?” Grandson shook his body beside Citra.
“I'm fine.” The image of a smile in response to the unchanging demeanor of his friend remains tomboyish and his hair in blonde paint. “How many children have you had?”
“Tawarin drink first, cake. I'm thirsty.” said Grandson while playing his blonde hair. “Eh, are you still with that handsome cousin of the sultan?”
The image could not help his smile, “Yeah, he already gave me a tail 2 people.”
“Mantake, cuy.” Grandson gave two thumbs happy, immediately sipped lemon tea owned by Citra which is still intact.
Citra's eyes gawked at the sight of 2 people entering the restaurant where she was at the moment, with a carefree laugh as if the world belonged to the two of them while holding hands. In the hands of the women there are several paper bags, Pram also carries two paper bags in his right hand but both are unaware of their presence.
“Papa what is the relationship with this woman?” Kinar was suddenly already in front of Pram and his secretary Widya. “Papa is not ashamed to be his pride by spending and bringing this woman's groceries?” kinar's shout provoked all the eyes that were inside the restaurant.
Pram was flabbergasted, he did not expect to meet his daughter when going to lunch with his beloved secretary, but Widya did not care that he even hugged Pram's waist with a friendly.
Grandson and Citra were shocked to see the incident before them. “I'm sorry, Cu. Our house is not okay. Here's my phone number. Later contact me..” Citra moved closer to her daughter.
“Kinar will never forgive papa.. “ It runs with a full wound.
Pram was surprised to hear Kinar's words, and his gaze met with Citra who immediately threw away a face full of anger, and passed trying to catch up with Kinar who did not look in his footsteps.
The grandson walked over to the two, “Wah, looking this exciting. What's up Pram..”.
Pram turned his gaze to Grandchild and tried to remember him. He released Widya's hand which was still attached to her waist.
“I'm Granddaughter Friend SMA Citra. Be careful with caterpillars who become actors. Do not remember the struggle Mas Pram get Citra, there are still many lo who want him.” Cucus immediately sauntered leaving the two with a feeling of disappointment mixed with anger, because he really loves Citra who has contributed a lot in his life and his parents.
“Mas, so we don't eat. I'm hungry already.” Widya said spoiledly. He did not care about the scornful gazes from other visitors towards them.
“We're back at the office. Order food online, I do not feel good as the visitors in this restaurant. “ Pram rubbed his face with a huff. He picked up a paper bag located on the table, and walked over withstanding the embarrassment. What people say, a businessman was run over by his daughter because he was caught cheating.
With an arrogant feeling, Widya follows Pram's steps. But he can still smile, because Pram has fulfilled his desire to buy some dresses and bags of the latest edition as well as some other branded goods.
Kinar shut himself in his room. The image of waiting in front of Kinar's room wished for his daughter to come out. Fortunately, Damar was just escorted by Maman to go to tutoring, so he would persuade Kinar and speak from heart to heart.
“Mbak, out. Mama brought lunch for you.” Citra said. “Mama don't want to be sick..”.
Loosely Kinar opened the door of his room. The two sat face to face in bed. Kinar's face looked puffy with his nose flushed red.
“Mama bribin, well.” Citra held out a spoon that already contained rice and side dishes.
Kinar received a bribe from his mother while crying tears. His throat felt choked unable to swallow food.
Image holding out drink glass, “We must be strong. Mama doesn't want to get sick, the three of us will take care of each other.” The image is trying to hold back tears that want to slide freely. He must be strong in front of Kinar to keep his feelings.
“Shy shine, Ma. Friends at school always talk about papa.”
Flabbergasted image, “What do you mean?”
“They taunt Kinar and tell of papa's affair with his secretary.” Kinar spoke with teary eyes,
“Kinar tau since two months ago, because Dila classmate Kinar ponakan papa secretary. He said his papa and his aunt were getting married soon.” Kinar sobbed to spill his grief.
The tears of the image were not held back anymore. He hugged Kinar sadly. The two shed tears full of wounds.
“Dila also shows the photos when papa street same tantenya. Papa hasn't been overtime. But dating is her affair.” Sinar sniffed sedan in Citra's arms.
“You've gone too far, mas.” The image swore inwardly knowing the reality that was happening between her husband and her secretary.
In the room below Pram hurriedly returned from the office. He could not see the face of the wound depicted on the face of Kinar. He walked up to the slightly open room of Kinar. The sound of Kinar's crying.
“Kinar is better not to have papa, like Adi. So don't feel shy..”.
“Hus, mbak can not say so.” The image tried to persuade Kinar. “Papa doesn't mean to hurt mbak.”
“What papa doesn't think of us. What papa no longer love us..”.
“Kinar...” Pram enters the room with a raging feeling, “Forcuse, papa..”.
Kinar's eyes shone with anger as Pram walked up to them, “Kinar did not want to see papa. Kinar doesn't have a cheating papa.” She screamed hysterically.
The image held onto Kinar firmly. Her tears flowed more and more into the river on her cheeks. His hand patted Kinar's back trying to calm him down.
“Better Kinar don't have papa.” He cried roaring, making Citra even more hurt to see the condition of her daughter.
The image looked at Pram with a face full of tears, “Please mas out..”.
Without feeling Pram's tears dripping. He did not expect his actions to scar the deep wounds of his beloved daughter. He could not bear to see his loved ones in such intense pain.
Silence surrounded the room. Pram squeezes his hair crouched outside Kinar's room. He has not been able to make a decision, because his feelings for Widya are also very strong.
“Ma, Kinar wants to change schools?” disela sedu sedan Kinar said softly.
Citra let go of her embrace and looked at Kinar, “Why did she change schools? Later mbak have to adjust again, finding a friend is not easy.” Citra was still trying to calm her eldest daughter.
“Kinar won't see Dila again. He and his friends like to mock Kinar. Kinar wants to move to Solo to putri.”
Pram sharpens his hearing. Her daughter wants to move to her in-laws town. The mood was silent again.
“Mama will discuss this with papa first.”
“I don't have papa.” Kinar returned hysterically, and Citra calmed him down again. “Mama don't know Kinar's feelings. Mama's been lying to papa all this time. But Kinar can't. Anyway Kinar doesn't want to see papa. Let Kinar stay with princess eyesang in Solo.”
“Alright, darling. Mama will obey your wishes.” The image nodded its head approving of Kinar's wishes. He believes the condition of Kinar is not good, if it continues to survive in this house.
After Kinar began to calm down and fall asleep Citra got out of bed and walked down to see Damar who had just returned home to pick up Maman sir.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Damar ran over and kissed her hand.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” The image immediately embraced the tiny body of her child.
“Mbak where, Ma?” Damar dilingukan did not see Kinar who usually at this hour was relaxed in front of the tv watching his favorite drakor.
“Mbak is resting in the room.” said Soft image, “Now mas Damar bath ya...”
“Siap mama.” He ran small to his room.
