Garden Benches
Obstructed Guard

Obstructed Guard

Although the space is wide, but it does not always feel spacious. When the feeling is squeezed, the pain will be felt.

“Now?!”

“You sure, Gie?!”

“Lu will not try to foil, the marriage of Citra and Anton, right?!”

“You're not emotional, Kan Gie?!”

The slur of questions from Ardi and Agung I only responded with a terkulum smile.

“I just want to talk, buddy. Let Citra live the beginning of her new life with a heart of relief without burden. I have to convey my apology directly.”

I moved from my seat. 

“You guys tried to match me up, but let me not behave. Now you must accompany me to finish all this!”

I said firmly.

“Shit!”

“You, don't be reckless, Gie!”

“I'm not reckless, I don't want to delay any more trouble. Although it's too late even though I will face, the important thing is no problems that follow in the future.”

Agung and Ardi were stunned, my sweat dripping from my restlessness. My heart beats harder, Baras. Right you said I should start opening up to Ghifa. Actually, it's not only Agung and Ardi who think about my happiness. But repeatedly you try to open my eyes. You used to ask for Imagery when every time we met in the evening. How can you open up a room to be with another flavor, Laras?

“Alright, Come!”

I rushed towards my black Matic without speaking anymore.  While Agung ran small to the side building, and soon he was out riding his tiny matic.

“You sure, Gie?” 

Ardi still asked for my confidence.

“I don't want to punish myself more severely, Ar.” Reply definitely.

Ardi patted both of my shoulders from behind.

“I will support you! Don't drown in grief, Gie. I don't want you to be sad anymore!”

Ardi said it was full of pressure.  Agung moved his chin inviting us to leave immediately.

“Come, bro!”

Agung put his bike in front, back to where we came from. Of course back through the two alleys that I didn't really notice. A neat village complex with a range of beautiful sweet colorful flowers along the outskirts of the road. The gate of each alley is painted in bright colors, so it seems cheerful. Then we went back to the main road before arriving in front of Citra's house. We deliberately drove the vehicle outside the gate.

Everything is ready. Visible on the left side of the pendopo.  The line was occasionally crowded with mothers as well as girls, carrying boxes wrapped in rectangular cloth to make it easier to beijing. Some use motorcycles, others walk.  Ater-ater tradition of food is still done by the Citra family, not just spread the invitation.

Agung stopped one of the Mothers who just happened to be back.

“Lik Miah!”

“Eh, mas Agung, What is it?”

“Can you ask for help, Lik?”

“You met Mbak Citra? Later do not tell the same Bu Cipto, let's sit first Mas. Monggo monggo, sit down first,”

Welcome the Mother who was called Agung with Lik Miah, friendly. Then hurry to get inside the house.

All-white shades with a combination of blue sea becomes the dominant color. From the fabric of the chair cover is white with a variation of the back ribbon in blue, to the fabric of the tent roof cover with tassels like large lamp rolls are also white and blue. Includes decorations of flowers arranged in each corner. 

Frankly, my heart is slovenly, like it's not grounded. Recollecting the moment I passed 5-6 years ago, with you, Laras. Although not as luxurious as what is now lying in front of me, but your smile is blushing, blushing in simplicity. My heart felt so cool then, as if it were under a cascading waterfall.

“Wire! Look there, it's Anton's relatives who became Citra bodyguards!”

Agung pointed his chin at a girl who suddenly just popped out from behind the stage. It was clear that his eyes were looking at us, then he was busy playing his thumb on the screen.  While Citra did not come out.

From the other side Lik Miah brought a napkin containing three long glasses and two plates full of pastries. His steps quickly towards where we were sitting waiting.

“Come, Mas drink first.” Said Lik Miah while lowering the glass containing hot tea from the napan. “Bapa and Ibu are not at home, but if Mbak Citra is there, earlier Lik Miah has said the same mbak Santi, wait a minute, Mas. Soon also out.” Lik Miah's explanation is long.

“Mbak Santi the one, Lik?” ardi asked ostentatious, but his tone sounded annoyed. The lead pointed at the girl who was staring at us like she was looking at a pest. Suddenly Lik Miah's view followed Ardi's index finger.

“Lhah, hemmm. That's a kid, there's a guest to leave!” Lik Miah cussed in annoyance. “Dah, Mas monggo drink first, do not call again, just relax. Yesterday there were also 5 guests if not wrong, uh dicuekin also the same mbak Santi. Poor Little Citra, right?  Mosok to meet his friend alone can not? Supercharged!” gerutu Lik Miah, then seen approaching the girl named Santi. 

Seen from where I sit, Lik Miah is arguing with Sister Santi who is making her argument as well. It seems that not just this once, Lik Miah dealt with the girl, visible from her face romance and hand gestures. Their debate only sounded faint from us waiting.

“Lik Miah is still a distant relative of the Citra family,” said Agung.

“Pillage, dare too. So be irritated by Santi's attitude,” reply Ardi.

I opened the stenlis glass lid, the heat ran through my fingertips. The puff of water vapor then shot out as if looking for a path of freedom after previously being confined.

“That's Anton's relative, since it was decided yes, he immediately became Citra's guardian. What exactly is Anton afraid of?”  said Agung with pressure in the final sentence and glanced the corner of his eyes at me.

“Why is it overprotected like that?”sahut Ardi's.

“Entahlah..”.

I just kept quiet, picked up the cup of tea I had opened, and started sipping on the contents. Sweet, blend with the thick, legit taste of tea. A few minutes later, Lik Miah returned to our direction. Face bent.

“Sabar yes Mas, said Ms Santi, Ms Citra should not accept male guests carelessly. Especially the one named Mas Gie. He said Anton was scared. Aeng-aeng only! Wong Mas Agung and his friends handsome gini you know, nothing scary, why fear!”

Cerocos Lik Miah is exasperated.

“Huhhh! What is the face of Mas Gie like, why make Mas Anton afraid? This is what Citra is looking for? Not Mas Anton, Let Mas Anton fear, the important thing is that Citra is not finished. Wong wants to meet his friend if you can't, jiannn mbak Santi and mas Anton, iki you know aeng-aeng ae. Dah Sekecakke first yo Mas, wait a minute. Not staying into.” Pamit Lik Miah after releasing all her long gerundel.

Agung and Ardi simultaneously looked at me. I returned with a sip of tea, which spread warmly in the throat.  Santi was still watching us from a distance.

“You wait until, when is this?” ask Ardi.

“In a moment, ten minutes to fifteen minutes, if no one meets, yes we say goodbye.” Great Sahut. 

Moments later, the girl called Santi's mother approached.

“Mas-mas want to see Mbak Citra yes?”

“Iya mbak, Mbak Image is doing?” ask Ardi.

“Sorry yes, Mas. Mbak his image is still on break,” over Santi.

Agung wanted to open his voice, but was restrained. When we hear a loud greeting.

“Wooiii, Great!”

There, from the direction of the right gate, Anton walked quickly towards us.

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