The Love Story of Citra
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I had to wear a breadcrumbs shirt, uh. It means Sari's my cousin's brother because I'm embarrassed to call Mr. Yogi, and say that our suitcases were swapped.

I smiled as I recalled Mr. Yogi's triangular shape.

'Geez, I just found out that the man's triangular cloth is like that, ' my inner being.

When I was busy thinking about Mr. Yogi's triangular cloth, suddenly Sari threw a pillow in my face.

"Let's bread!" my screams while staring intently at him.

"Eat him not to smile himself" he replied as he approached me and sat down beside me.

"Nobody, who is smiling really," I replied, throwing my eyes away, so that the laughter I had been holding back from the moment did not break.

"Lied!" he cried while looking at my face, suddenly I immediately laughed so much that I fell out of bed.

"Ohhhhkk!" I screamed while holding my injured hand from the fall.

"Let's eat mama has cooked, you will definitely like because this is typical Acehnese food," said Kak Sari while pulling my hand.

To be honest I do not like typical Acehnese food, even though the original mother of the Acehnese and often cook typical Acehnese food.

Arriving at the dining table, I saw a lot of food there, from Aceh noodles then there is a typical Acehnese gulai fish and what I often see is sambal belimbing wuluh acid.

'Geez, I miss my mother because this is all her favorite food, ' my mind is soft.

"Picture, why shut up?" auntie Dilla asked, and I woke up and sat down on the bench.

"Actually, Citra doesn't like this food, Auntie." I answered cautiously afraid of hurting her heart.

"Well, why is it like that? Let's try it first," Aunt Dilla said very gently, giving me all the food on the table.

I started to eat all that food and it turned out to taste very good, until I ate two plates plus again with Aceh noodles that were very tempting.

After I finished eating, I sat down while looking at the face of Sari who had been staring at my face very deeply.

"Is there a problem?" I asked while looking at his face.

I was embarrassed and could only laugh. I slowly walked into the room to rest my body.

When I closed my eyes, my name was called by Kak Sari, so I immediately woke up and approached her.

"What's wrong?" ask me very gently.

"There's this guy just now, looking for you," he replied, pointing to the suitcase I had placed next to the sofa.

I laughed, then brought the suitcase outside while holding back the laughter so as not to break when I meet Mr. Yogi later.

After arriving I immediately gave Mr. Yogi's suitcase, and he also gave me my suitcase.

"I'm sorry, I didn't look around" Mr. Yogi said very gently.

"Yes sir," I replied with a sweet smile, and my face was already flushed red like a boiled crab out of desperation.

"Sari, make a drink for Yogi's sister" Aunt Dilla asked her son.

"Good Ma."

After Kak Sari's departure, I started to bring my suitcase into the room and left Pak Yogi with Aunt Dilla.

"I was so embarrassed earlier, because I was sure that Mr. Yogi had seen the contents of this suitcase?" I said while embarrassed.

I immediately opened the suitcase, seeing the clothes that had been scattered now become neat. Is Mr Yogi tidying things up? If that were true, I would be so ashamed of him.

Because my bikini is torn one, I deliberately bring it just in case when the moon comes, and there is also a mini negligee that has been torn as well.

"Geez, how is this? I'm really, really very embarrassed for sure he saw all this, from torn clothes and torn bikinis," I said with great embarrassment.

I no longer dared to look him in the face, and pretended to be asleep so as not to see him again. However, I was really fast asleep.

Seriate.