Garden Benches
Snapping Anton

Snapping Anton

Can the heart be broken? Let alone being bullied, pushed, forced, suppressed by any threat he remains at his root.

At 15:05, the clock in my hand pointed. Some parts were deserted, while I was a little late with work, until I decided to all pray ashar in Mushola office.

I took my salary, a few days ago Citra's message piled up, I haven't even returned until now. What shall I repay, Laras? Citra's parents expected me to come, although they didn't force her to ask me to take the time.

Is there a serious question? I feel it so, Laras. If what is asked is the problem of my relationship with Citra, Citra can explain itself. I never gave more hope to Citra, although she often dressed up at home to accompany Ghifa to play.

What then?

I don't know. But then I wrote a reply message for Citra.

/InshaAllah I work on this week/

Imra immediately replies to my message, it looks like he is on line so my message is quickly read.

/Thank you, Gie. I'll tell Father Mother, he's both waiting for your arrival, Don't forget Ghifa invited yes/

/InshaAllah/

/Thank God, I'll wait for Gie/

I take my breath, whatever will be delivered by both Citra parents must I face honestly. Hopefully later what I do does not hurt Citra.

I quickly put my shoes back on and headed for the parking lot, where my black matic was. There are a few vehicles there. At a rapid pace I drove my matic out of the office yard. Walking straight through the intersection with green light, a moment from that place the sound of a horn sounded.

Teeett

I kept going more flat.

Teeett Teettt

The car passed by me and took a slight gush towards him, like asking me to stop.

The car in red, looks like I've seen it. I stopped my matic pace. A yellow-skinned person with slightly narrowed eyes got out of the car after stopping blocking my way.

"Can we talk?"

Puncture the young man directly without any stale bases.

"You?"

My catatp is straight trying to remember.

"Anton, we've met at Citra's house."

My forehead frowned then I stretched out my hand with a big smile.

"Oh yeah, Anton I remember, I went to Citra's house to pick up Ghifa, oh yeah we're looking for a place to talk yes" I bargained.

Anton greeted my hand and nodded awkwardly.

"In front of you, there's a tavern, a place just enough to talk,"

Anton looked at the place I was pointing.

"Emmm Alright ..you're ahead."

"okay."

I've been driving slowly, Anton's car has followed. Not far, just 200 meters from there.

A tavern that provides a variety of blends for the main menu of milk. There is also a small sweet cake. The place you like Laras.

I headed for a seat in the corner, close to the fountain that was there, after parking my matic. The shop was quite comfortable to relax there were several benches provided among the flower pots laid out on the banks.

Anton followed my steps, and sat down in front of me.

"Would you drink what Ton?" tanyaku relax.

Anton still showed his tense face.

"Emm, whatever ..."

"Okay, how about a warm chocolate?"

"Can ..."

I ordered a drink and immediately went back to Anton.

"OK, what do you want to talk about?"

I sat down in front of Anton.

"It's about the image."

Anton looked at me seriously. I just realized that her irises are brown, bright. And I felt the anger there when we sat.

"Oooh, what's wrong with Citra?"

"Haaa?"

Anton asked with a serious face, I had not seen his face smile.

"I'm serious, are you dating Citra?"

Repeat Anton with pressure. I delayed my answer when our order came. Two warm chocolate mugs and one plate of puff pastry accompany.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

I said to Pramusaji, who was replied with a smile and a nod.

"Together, my mother."

I breathed in the still steaming smoke from the Mug in front of me, the thick brown scent was a little soothing.

"Ton, we used to be high school class mates. Well Citra and I met again three years ago, and since then Citra always took the time to meet with Ghifa, my son. So we're close, is that a courtship?"

My answer is long, I don't know I feel this has something to do with Citra's parents' request, to meet me.

"No! You have not expressed your heart to Citra right? It means you're not Citra's boyfriend! Look, I've expressed my desire to edit Citra as my wife!"

Deg

I smiled, sipping chocolate from my gradually warming mug. Kuraih pastry and I dipped it in my chocolate before getting crushed by my molars. I was still silent, not responding, only the movement of my hand allowed Anton to drink his chocolate. One gulp, two gulps, and the gulps of his three tensed faces gradually softened.

"Congratulations Ton, when are you going to formalize your relationship?"

I asked casually, of course after I slipped back my chocolate when I thought the pounding on the chest that suddenly came. How will Ghifa call if Citra is married to Anton, is it still Mama?

Glug

Anton again sipped his chocolate, visible from the body gestures there restless hidden.

"We're college friends, can I just call your name?"

"I'm Gielang Syailendra, just call me Gie,"

Fast Sahutku.

"I'm Anton Saputra, well I call you Gie no longer you,"

I nodded and smiled, Anton's formal demeanor began to turn out to be friendly.

"Actually Gie, Citra has not given any answer,"

I was silent, waiting.

"I've repeated it a second time, and Citra still doesn't give an answer."

I'm still waiting.

"I loved him since college. We're close, I think he just thinks of me as a best friend."

Complain Anton.

"I thought we were ripe for marriage, so I asked her. Aren't you married to Gie?"

I'm nodding.

"I married young Ton, Laras didn't want to date, I married her before we graduated."

Anton looked at me, I looked down, your smile back. The circular clock in hand, at 16:15. Have you been waiting for me on the park bench, Laras?

"I'm sorry, Citra told me about you."

Look at Anton's voice as emotionless as at the beginning. Perhaps, the warm chocolate that was almost barren in his mug made him much calmer.

"Aren't you willing to marry again?"

I'm shaking.

"I haven't thought that way, Ton."

"Then, please, let Image be for me!"

I'm choked. A straightforward statement that felt like it stuck my heart out. But isn't Image not an item, it has a heart that can't be forced.

"You mean?"

"I think Citra loves you, Gie."

Deg.

I'm speechless. Anton looked back at me seriously, his narrow eyes straight at me. Only his face looks beautiful. Especially when the wind plays the smell of jasmine on the edge of the fountain. Sickly bush.

"I'm male. We're grown men, Gie. I feel you're the reason Citra didn't give me the answer. So, please let go of the image!"

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