The Love Story of Citra
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At the moment we were already on the plane, I was sitting next to Mr. Yogi a little far apart. Because they are afraid to come into contact with it.

"Cit, when it arrives, I go straight home yes, you too," said Mr. Yogi gently.

I smiled and nodded in agreement, as I also wanted to prepare myself for work tomorrow.

During the trip, Yogi and I just kept quiet, no one wanted to talk. Because I am tired and want to sleep. However, it could not be because the little boy in front of us kept crying.

"Mom, what's the matter with her son?" ask me, because I'm sorry, that baby hasn't stopped crying since he came in.

"Don't know the deck, all I love" replied the mother.

I got up and walked up to her, took the baby and checked it out. Turns out he got in the wind.

"His son caught a cold, is there eucalyptus oil?" my many.

"There's."

The mother immediately searched for eucalyptus oil and I managed to keep the baby quiet.

I applied eucalyptus oil to the baby's stomach and massaged it a little, then out came the deadly boom of the baby.

"Astaghfiullah!" my screeches.

All eyes were on me as well with Mr. Yogi, who kept staring at me because they thought I was the wind.

"Alhamdulillah, my son can throw the wind. Thank you so much for the deck" said the mother.

Only then did everyone stop staring at me, because they knew who was really throwing away the wind.

"Sama-sama Mom, I'll excuse you first." I walked back to my bench and sat down.

I saw Mr. Yogi smiling sweetly at me, and I knew what it meant to smile like that.

"Already sir, don't tease me," I said softly.

"No! I still want to work, after all I am 18 years old Sir," I said.

Yes, Mr. Yogi whispered that I was suitable to have children and I immediately denied it. Because, he meant that I was married to him.

"It doesn't matter, does it? If, my age is already the smell of death, which means it is mature and mature," replied Mr. Yogi.

I felt like I wanted to go into the pool, because I was so excited to hear the words of death I created earlier.

"It's not like that sir, getting married for a lifetime. So, it has to be really ready and willing," I explained.

Because I'd rather marry old, than marry young and regret the end.

"Yes, I'm old" he said.

This time I just kept silent not to answer, if I answered then there was no end to our debate and pity all the passengers listen to it.

A few hours later . . .

Now we have arrived at the homeland, and I separated from Mr. Yogi because our house is in another direction. I took a taxi home.

When I arrived, I went downstairs and brought my suitcase inside without saying hello.

When I entered the house, it looked so quiet that I went straight to the room.

I don't know why when I'm home, my little brain can't think too long. So I decided to sleep and dream.

Before I was really slumbering, I took the time to fantasize first. Because it's my hobby.

Because it is free, not charged by anyone. It hurts because it won't happen.

SERIATE.