KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 8
Every close to Widya, Kinar's face always reflected in Pram's eye pelup, how the attitude of Kinar who rebelled and thought there was nothing to make Pram's chest hurt. That's what makes him often ignore Widya and eventually prefer to focus on work, although he can not decide Widya completely.
On the recommendation of Singgih who worried about his performance, Pram was forced to add a new assistant as his right hand, Roby, who is now accompanying him to lunch with clients.
As he glanced towards the exit, Pram's gaze became focused on a single point. Pram is not sure if what he saw was Citra, because her appearance is more beautiful and charming from their meeting two weeks ago. Pram swallowed his saliva. His wife seemed to be casually joking with the young man walking side by side with her. People who see Citra certainly will not expect that he is 36 years old, because with his appearance now looks like he is 30 years old.
One of Pram's clients named Ardi followed the direction of Pram's view which seemed to focus on staring out of the room. “You seem interested in the woman who just passed?”
Ardi's words surprised Pram. He turned his gaze to Ardi. “I feel ... know him..” Pram's speech stammered.
“The name is Citra Pramesti Prameswari. I got to know him when I took the S3 at UI Depok, two years ago. She's a great woman. A lot of people were interested in him, but he was so focused and serious. He was not stingy, helped us a lot when we had difficulties ..” Ardi was so excited to tell his college friends at that time.
“How is his personal life..?” Pram so kepo hear the story of his client makes Hasan one of his clients join lured to hear their chat.
“Which I heard, she has two children, and her husband is a big businessman. So naturally he refused every man who tried to approach him, because his life was perfect.”
“Yes, except her husband who is not good at being grateful.” sela Hasan makes Pram feel insinuated.
“What does Pak Hasan mean?” Ardi scrunched his forehead.
“Now if we do not strengthen the faith, we will face temptations everywhere. The so-called orgasm temptation, it's the toughest. Moreover, we as entrepreneurs, there will be many women who do not have a vein of shame, will peddle pleasure by all means. Therefore faith thick, remember there is a wife's child waiting for us at home.”
“That's true, sir. Sodara I now regret after the death of his wife and child back home. His wife is suing for divorce, because the husband is having an affair with his own neighbor.” Ardi said so.
“If you indulge in lust, the household will fall apart. That is the use of faith and obedience. I myself am often in that position.” mutant Hasan as if on himself, “But every look at the faces of the children, I feel sad. They are always the victims. When we ask our wives for their parents, we have promised to make their daughters happy, and our promises are not only to men, but also to God. Satan will make the haram beautiful, and the halal less meaningful. Like the story of scholars, men who like to commit adultery, even though they already have a wife. If the dog is dressed it will make him interested. That is the man who complies with his lust.”
Pram felt slapped hearing Hasan's words which indeed from his figure looked religious, with a neatly arranged beard and a polite and soothing speech.
“God has reminded us as priests, leaders in the household to guard our families from the torment of hellfire. How do we take care of them? At least for those who have daughters should be taught how to close the correct aurat. To keep a view that is not muhrim. Moreover, our wives, it is our duty to always remind them if the wrong way. As a husband, don't always feel right. No household is smooth without storms or tempests. The important thing is to remember the initial commitment when we ask our wives for their parents. Which parent would be willing to let go of his daughter if only to suffer. Remember we have kids too. Do not forget the distress of wives when they accompany us, giving birth to our children. I myself give freedom to the wife to pursue a career by becoming a lecturer in Medan.” Hasan said at length.
Pram was amazed by Hasan, his client. All this time he has been unfortunate in the business world, only this time met a figure like Hasan, who was able to give enlightenment to him, and was able to open his mind that had been closed. Lunch between them was finally over.
“I want to say hello to Citra. It does not feel polite, if only just passing.” said Ardi when they got up from the chair.
“No problem, greeting fellow Muslim brothers is including courtesy. The important thing is not to involve feelings in it.” sela Hasan reminded.
“Each pack Ustadz.” Ardi smiled at Hasan who smiled faintly at him. “Insya Allah I will always look after the family up to Jannah.”
“Amiin..” Hasan guarantees Ardi's prayer.
While passing through the Citra group who were busy enjoying their lunch, the four of them immediately stopped, making Citra's friends look in their direction.
“Good day bu Citra..” greet Ardi politely.
“Still remember, I am Ardi. We were both at UI Depok when.” Ardi reached out his hand, which immediately in Citra's hands warmly. “Bu Citra helped me a lot at that time.”
“Oh yes..” Image smile so dimple print drawn adds sweetness to his smile. “I'm sorry. We just had lunch. Have these fathers eaten? Come please sit down enjoy lunch with us.”
Pram felt sadness caress his heart, because that sweet smile was not for him. And Citra doesn't care about it, as if they don't know each other. He only focused on Ardi who did seem more friendly.
“How is the Citra family?” Ardi was still pretentious, and did not realize that his question was like a spear piercing Pram's heart.
During this time Pram has never exposed photos of himself and his family. Because since the beginning Singgih has been reminded not to display them in public. This is to ensure safety and comfort for their children. With the occurrence of business competition, it does not rule out the possibility of kidnapping and murder to weaken opponents in the business world. And Pram agreed to it, so he never displayed a photo with Citra or his two children. Only certain people who know the figure of a small family Pram.
Citra's smile rose again on her lips. “Alhamdulillah, they are always healthy, without any shortage of anything.” He answered straightforwardly.
Hasan immediately coded Ardi to leave the place. For too long afraid to interrupt their lunch.
“Sorry to Citra, so annoying. Please continue with lunch.”
The image only nodded, and saw the four of them walking away from the restaurant. His heart felt a deep sadness. Pram looked cold and the look on his face was unfriendly flat. Perhaps the love in her husband's heart had eroded unceremoniously, and his heart had been filled with another name.
“Eh, mbak Citra tau nak, who stands beside the mbak Pak Pramono Erlangga Wijaya.” exclaimed Puri with admiration.
“No wonder with people's husbands, non.” sidelines Marcel fast.
“Just amazed doang, sir. There's no way I'm an actor. Because I also don't want to hurt my fellow women.”
Image smile until dimples cheeks out, “Udah full. Thank you very much, Sam. Tomorrow again..” He looks at Puri. “Thank God you are principled like that. Because most young women your age already have no shame veins anymore.”
The four of them looked at Citra in surprise hearing her rather cynical and vexed tone.
“Wah, personal experience, nih.” ceplos Ridwan with a big laugh hearing the conversation of the three.
The image was stunned, he immediately realized the situation that was happening. “Ngak. It was a break, though. Yok back to mengantor.” He grabbed the bag that was draped in the chair where he was sitting, and held the hand of Puri who was walking by his side.
