The Love Story of Citra
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I went back to my work, because after we came home from the cafe, me and Mr. Yogi would go home, because he wanted to see my son. Yeah, even though Ammar wasn't my real son. Still, I thought of it as my flesh and blood.

After I finished the work that Mr. Yogi helped me with, I was done and, we rushed home, because this red-clothed man, was very impatient to see my son, and his nephew.

"Partner, I want you to be able to answer my question as soon as possible" said Mr. Yogi gently.

I fell silent, not knowing what he meant and which revelation I should answer! Because, as I recall there was no revelation from him since we met.

"Sorry sir, which question?" ask me gently.

For I am not ashamed of being wrong and he will be angry with me for answering his question wrongly. The man smiled sweetly at me, while continuing to drive his car.

"Married to me" he replied gently.

I smiled, remembering the question and looking directly at her face.

"Fastly, because I want Ammar to grow up and, knowing that we are married," I replied gently.

I saw, the man's face changed as I spoke and, I immediately switched the conversation, so that he would not be saddened by the decision I made.

Because, I don't want to make Mr. Yogi burdened because of my son and, I don't want to have a word to say when Ammar grows up.

After we got home, Mr. Yogi and I got out of the car and walked inside.

"Assalamualaikum," said I and Mr. Yogi at the same time as we entered the house.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the mother gently.

I walked over to my mother and, kissing her hand, so did Mr. Yogi, I liked her a lot, because she was very polite to both of my parents.

Makes me even more convinced that he is a good man for me and a good father for Ammar.

"Yes Ma'am," replied Mr. Yogi gently.

"Ammar sting is funny," said Mr. Yogi softly.

The man was very anxious for Ammar and, he immediately carried my son in a very anxious manner. In fact, he smelled the whole face of that cute little baby.

"Ammar is very funny, I would love to take him home" said Mr. Yogi with anxiety.

"Just son, Ammar's mother who, so I don't want you to take him," I said quickly.

Because I don't want Mr. Yogi or anyone to take Ammar away from me, because I can't live without him. Even if it's just one day.

"All right, I was just kidding. But, since then, Ammar did not cry at all," replied Mr. Yogi gently.

I don't know, Ammar has been in Mr. Yogi's arms since, he just kept quiet, maybe he missed his father figure and, want to be embraced by his biological father?

'I can't think of Ammar, who always misses his father, can Mr Yogi, assume a father figure for my son?' my mind while thinking.

Mom and, Mr. Yogi kept laughing with Ammar, while I just kept quiet, because I didn't know what to do now.

"Hopefully you get married quickly and Ammar can soon have a full father" Mother said softly.

"Aamiin," replied Mr. Yogi quickly.

While I just keep quiet, and think about what I should take in the future, marry Mr Yogi, or remain Mommy's throne, for good?

SERIATE.