The Love Story of Citra

The Love Story of Citra
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After the dawn prayer, I was getting ready to go to the hospital. Before leaving I want to call Mr. Yogi first to ask for his plain permission.


The call already rang, and Mr. Yogi immediately answered my phone.


πŸ“žPak Yogi's.


I'm.


[Assalamualaikum, sir.]


Mr. Yogi.


[Wa'alaikumsalam, what is it?]


I'm.


[I, want to ask permission not to enter today. Because I want to go to the hospital.]


I said very carefully, afraid that he would not give me permission because Mr. Yogi was silent.


I'm.


[If you can't, it's okay sir. I stopped working.]


Mr. Yogi.


[Can. But tomorrow I have to work again.]


I smiled at her words, because she already allowed me to take a day off.


I'm.


[Thank you, sir.]


I immediately disconnected the phone, because I had to go to the hospital early in the morning.


I tidied up, then rushed out of the room as at my sister's door called my name.


"Partner!"


I immediately turned and approached him, seeing that he wanted to convey something to me.


"Say?" I asked while looking at his face which clearly seemed to want to reveal something.


"none. Where are you going?" ask Fiia who looks like a person who is lying.


"To the hospital," I replied very gently.


"Hospital?" he asked in great surprise, because I forgot to tell him that Wiwit will be operating today.


"Wiwit, will be operating today and I want to accompany her," I replied very softly given the circumstances of my friend.


"Yes, go away I will follow later with Yesi," said Sister Fiia as she left before me.


I hurried off, fearing it would be too late and unable to meet Wiwit before her surgery.


After arriving at the hospital, I immediately searched Wiwit's room and went inside.


"Assalamualaikum," I said as I went inside.


"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied everyone there.


I saw the state of Wiwit was very concerned, it seems he could not stand the pain in his body anymore.


I approached her and hugged her, and my tears just flowed from me so that everyone looked at me.


"Partner, don't be like this." Wiwit said very faintly, increasingly making me sob.


"Wit, you promised me not to leave us all behind" I said, holding her very cold hand.


"Yes," he replied very limply.


"Partner, we need to get Wiwit into the operating room now!" pinta's father Wiwit, because the treatment has come.


"Okay Uncle" I replied, wiping away the tears that kept falling. I don't know why it feels like I'm gonna lose Wiwit after this.


Upon reaching the operating room, Wiwit waved his hand at me.


"Partner, this is a letter to you from Wiwit yesterday" his mother told me.


I took the letter and read it straight away.


From Wiwit.


(Picture, if I no longer exist. Please don't forget me and open my phone because there's something for you. My phone's on Gunawan.)


The deg!


"Gunawan, do you know the contents of this letter?" I asked as I glanced at his sister Wiwit.


"No, what is the letter?" gunawan asked me back, because he also did not know what Wiwit was hiding.


"Son, what did Wiwit write?" ask Wiwit's mother.


I was confused as to what to say, there was no way I could tell the contents of this letter which was only for me not for the Wiwit family.


"Nothing, this is just her message to me" I replied with a smile.


"Oh."


Three hours later ...


The doctor came out of the operating room with a sad face, making us all afraid and anxious about Wiwit's state.


"So, what about my son?" asked Wiwit's mother with great concern.


"I'm sorry, we've tried our best" replied the doctor very softly.


"What!" I shouted at Gunawan.


I sobbed, then Gunawan came up to me and hugged my body that was shaking violently.


"Citra, I've made clear the departure of Mr. Wiwit," said Gunawan while stroking my back.


I can't say anything, because I can't believe Wiwit left us all. But he was still talking to me.


The atmosphere in front of the operating room was full of days, everyone was crying until someone fainted due to Wiwit's departure.


Afternoon arrive ...


Everyone has come home from Wiwit's funeral, while Gunawan and I are still there and there is Fiia.


"Partner, let's go home!" pinta Kak Fiia's. However, I still want to linger in Wiwit's tomb.


"Partner, this is Wiwit's cell phone." Gunawan gave me his brother's phone and I immediately accepted.


"You know what Wiwit's message is?" I asked, because he gave me the phone as it was written in the letter.


"No, he just told me this phone should be given to you" Gunawan replied as he glanced at Wiwit's grave.


"What message?" asked Fiia with great confusion.


"Don't kepo!" I answered her words tightly, making her go straight from there.


Now it was just me and Gunawan, and we decided to go home.


After I got home, I went straight into the room and cleaned myself up.


I really can't believe Wiwit left us all. After I finished the shower, I immediately rushed to wear clothes.


"I'd better see what's on his phone, Wiwit."


I rushed to pick up Wiwit's phone and started opening it, seeing some incoming messages.


"There's nothing suspicious about this message, do I just look at the gallery?" I opened the Wiwit mobile gallery.


My eyes were perfectly rounded, when I saw the photo of Bang Eril together with Flo kissing in the garden.


"W-what's all this?" I started crying while continuing to look at some of the other pictures.


My heart ached so much to see their intimate photos, that I called Bang Eril. However, his phone could not be contacted.


'Sick, for the second time, ' my mind.


I don't care if Bang Eril is with Flo. However, what was the fate of me who had kissed him.


I saw a message from Flo, who said that she never liked me dating Bang Eril.


It hurts to see my niece cornering me like this. It's worth the suspicious attitude yesterday.


"I'll just shut up, for wanting revenge. Why do you hurt me who never hurt anyone!"


Seriate.


Hello friends everyone.


Wiwit Citra's true friend really died a few months ago, because of the disease he suffered. 😭😭


Author Message. " Dear your best friend while he is still there, if there are no regrets it will be useless!"


Greetings from the Author: Lovely Love. ⁇