KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 6
Three weeks have passed. With the help of Grandchildren, Citra has moved to an apartment not too far from the Grandchild's house, making it easier for them to communicate. The distance is only 30 minutes from work Citra makes the intensity of their togetherness tighter. He is familiar with the Grandchild of the family, making him able to get through the grief due to the problems that now afflict him. After returning from the office he and his grandson took the time to follow fitness gymnastics, things that he had not done for a long time.
The image continues to communicate with Damar and Kinar who begin to feel comfortable in their new surroundings. He no longer cares about the existence of Pram. Thanks to his persistence and seriousness in the work, he has been mutated to the central Taxation office. Of course the scope of association is increasing.
As Cucus suggested, Citra canceled her intention to sue Pram's divorce. He will wait for the process, until anytime. For sure he began to organize his heart to face all the possibilities to the worst.
It didn't feel like they had left home for two months. And Citra has never once met Pram. He is more engaged in work. Every Friday’at afternoon, after returning from the office without changing his work clothes he will immediately fly to Solo, and Sunday afternoon will return to Jakarta. And he was quite happy to live it, because the happiness of his baby is a priority for Citra.
That afternoon Citra was called Mr. Anwar as the leader who was the head of the service where he served as a state servant at this time. He felt surprised, because it is not usually called to face the leader, “Good day, sir.” Citra greets its leader.
“Please sit down Citra bu,” said Anwar let Citra sit in front of him. Anwar immediately opened the yellow file in front of him. After reading it for a while, Anwar immediately placed it in front of Citra.
“I will assign bu Citra to fill public lectures and public communication at Trisakti University which is carried out in collaboration with the Tax Supervisory Committee in collaboration with the Faculty of Law of Trisakti University.”
The image was glued to hear the words of his superior. He felt less confident about the task he was going to perform. “What nothing else, sir. Frankly, I feel unable.”
Anwar looked at him with dignity, “The theme of the public lecture was Efforts to Improve Tax Compliance (Tax Compliance) in the Cooperative Compliance Paradigm (Cooperative Compliance). The implementation is located in the Auditorium Room E Suherman Building H Floor 2 Campus A Trisakti University.”
“Maybe I still need to learn more, sir.” The image still tries to subtly resist.
“With the experience of mothers who have often participated in activities at home and abroad, I think mothers are able to represent our agency. Because I already know, lunge mom.” Anwar immediately stood up and greeted Citra, “Task letter I will send via email this afternoon.”
The image could not refuse the mandate given, forced to accept a handshake from his leader. He immediately came out of the lead room with a raging feeling. Between sure and not to fill the public lecture and must learn the material about taxes.
Citra glanced at the clock on her wrist, because it had been a break, she immediately contacted both of her children. Miss hearing Damar's babble and Kinar's usual nagging Great's cousin who was super sloppy like his favorite Korean artist.
The clock shows at eight in the morning. With a plan, Citra turned the car to the Trisakti University parking lot. He has studied the files that have been sent to his email. He also saw that participants were not only from the academic side, but also from several large companies will be present there.
“Welcome to Citra. We are very grateful for your presence on this activity.” Sapa Sunarko as the committee chairman of the activity. “You will be the second speaker after Mr. Hendarto from Taxation Consultant. Ten minutes more the show will start soon.”
“Thank you for the trust your side has given us, please cooperate.” The image shook hands with the source characters who were still in the meeting room.
With confidence Citra stepped towards the second floor where activities were carried out. He along with four sources directly occupy their respective positions. The room was full, leaving no chairs.
A pair of eyes from 10 meters away, unable to believe the sight before him. He tried to open his eyes, and thought it was just his hallucination. But he was wrong, what he saw was really real.
The appearance of the image is very different. He looked younger than his age of 36. His appearance now wore glasses, and his hair, which had been long black, now changed to dark brown, which was cut to a shoulder. The body is also slimmer. The appearance is very charming with a magenta blazer, making her smooth calves exposed to a knee-length skirt. A smile could not be separated from his dark face.
Pram sighed and swallowed the saliva that felt stuck in the throat. Two months they did not meet, the changes that happened to Citra were completely unexpected. He blinked his eyes once more, trying to make sure the shadow would disappear from his sight. And this is real not a shadow. The image was actually in front of him, perhaps not even seeing his whereabouts, as it mingled with the other participants.
“Wah, who is the beautiful woman who became narcum this time?” whisik Hartoyo, his business partner from Manado who was also invited to attend the event. “Then like this, will not be bored even all day.”
“Barreness...” unknowingly Pram swearing in heart. He was upset that someone dared to praise his wife. Pram clenched his hands in a huff. Frankly, he also admitted that what Hartoyo said was indeed true.
“Betul what you said mas Har.” welcome Juandi businessman from Riau who sits on the left of Pram. “I won't refuse if he wants an ONS with me. Although not young anymore, but his appearance did not disappoint. The adult even more experience.”
Pram's getting pissed. “Basic striped male nose. Can not see the clear a little.” his mind with full of anger.
“I feel proud, if you see a professional woman who succeeded in her career. Surely her husband is very proud of her.” said a man who is not Pram familiar talking behind her.
“True, mas. It's beautiful, smart again. It must have been the pride of the family.” between the man next to him.
“For the second session, we have the arrival of the only beautiful woman as our narcum from the Directorate General of Taxes, to Dr. Mother. Pramesti Prameswari, M.BA image is cast.” MC voice stops the conversation between them.
The room was silent as soon as Citra began to greet the audience and deliver the material she had prepared 3 days ago. His clear and soft voice plus his smile that was always on his face really made the participants amazed.
Pram felt sadness approaching him, as his eyes looked at the image that was still conveying material skillfully and straightforwardly. The wife that he had underestimated, turned out to be so admired and became the pride of the institution where he worked. The participants enthusiastically heard Citra exposure interspersed with question and answer sessions.
Pram's mind is not concentrated. The presence of Citra had made him feel a tightness. Two months he felt lonely after being left behind by a baby and wife who he had wasted. No more fuss over Image, as well as the screams of Kinar who was annoyed at the mischief of Damar who always do prank and nag him began the morning in their luxurious house.
For a month, Pram still wasn't too worried about it. Even though it is difficult to take care of clothes every morning. But he remained excited, once in the office, Widya's presence was able to remove his loneliness, although he could not be denied, when he returned to the house of silence immediately whack. And one thing that makes him sure if his finances are disrupted, then Citra will definitely contact him.
But his thinking was wrong. No one contacted him. They never bother Pram with trivial matters. Because Citra is determined to meet all the needs of her children once they get out of the magnificent house. When Pram began to lie in the contest, the image of Citra always disturbs the mind. While he himself has not dared to take steps to process the divorce. He felt that something was still going on.
