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Anton and his Anxiety

Anton and his anxiety

“Haa? What does kidnapping mean?” The voice of Bu Cipto who had just come, stomped.

Everyone looked at me silently. Behind Bu Cipto there is Lik MIah and a young woman who brought a covered drink and a variety of cakes and fruit. Kunthi helps to lower. The girl seemed to be without burden after issuing a third world war statement.

Bu Cipto then sat to the left of Pak Cipto, after Lik Miah and the young woman returned inside. Bu Cipto invited us to enjoy the meal.

“What do you mean, Nduk?” This time Mr. Cipto asked by looking directly at Kunthi who had just returned to sitting.

“Mas Anton, yesterday ordered Sister Santi to kidnap Ghifa, Sir.” Back Kunthi spoke without shady aling-aling. His tone was flat, without pressure only his eyes narrowed towards Anton.

“Astagfirullahh..” Ms. Cipto stroked the chest, Mr. Cipto stared in confusion. Their eyes were on Anton.

“Who are you? How dare you say that?!” hardik Anton growled, and greeted Kunthi with a horse's grin.

“Mas Anton?” The image screeched a little, then clenched Ghifa tightly, his face reflecting fear, his eyes round in disbelief fixed on Anton.

“Citra, it's not what you think ..” Reply Anton with a soft tone fretting at the image that looks trembling.

Anton moved from his seat to the right of his father-in-law, but his arm was pulled by Mr. Cipto. The straight-haired young man would not want to sit back.

“Anton sit! Shut up until I'm done asking this gendhuk.”

Kunthi looks pulled at the corner of her lips, her chin slightly raised, her sitting up straight. The girl was ready to be interviewed. But, why become a Kunthi who is a spokesperson? Hadevwh!

“Try, now tell me what really happened nduk? Tell me from the beginning.” Pinta Pak Cipto full of question marks. His forehead looked wrinkled, and Bu Cipto repeatedly muttered while stroking his chest.

“Alright, Sir. Mas Gie will tell the chronology from the beginning, I will continue. Please Mas Gie ..” Kunthi said firmly, as she casually threw back the responsibility of the statement she opened without permission first.

Basic Kunthilanak just play this chat, boy! Scroll the brown-eyed girl in annoyance, but she replied to him with a fluffy smile.

Anton looked at me sharply with a look for help, as if to silence my mouth with his pleading eyes.

“Sorry Sir, it might be better to ask Anton directly. I don't want to be called a complaining person. Moreover, now Citra and Anton have legally become husband and wife. So maybe it's a family privacy issue.”

“Mas Gie?” Kunthi wanted to protest, but she immediately shut her mouth.

“Gie ..” I heard Citra muttering my name.

“But I need an explanation, is that one of the reasons you fought with Anton earlier?” Urge Mr. Cipto, do not give up.

“Attem?” pekik Bu Cipto, he did not see me when fighting with Anton.  While Citra looked tighter and tighter hugging Ghifa, my little girl coughed slightly, her curly hair loosely on top of her lap. 

“Yes, Sir, Buk. Sorry, I've been disrespectful,” I said awkwardly, I saw Anton sneering, but his mouth remained locked. Try him dare to open his voice, Kunthi is ready to reply with a more sadistic scorn. 

“So right, there is indeed a problem between you?” Bu Cipto urged.

I was silent, Citra lowered her head, and Anton became misbehaved. Only Kunthi who was busy chewing the cake served while occasionally teasing Ghifa who was always amazed to look and would chuckle made.

“Sorry, buk I already thought it was done. I hope yesterday's incident will not be repeated again, and I will not prolong the problem.” I said with pressure.

“Mas Anton?!” The image exclaimed for an explanation, her eyes turning to her husband's face.

Anton's gaze softened towards Citra. I feel Anton's heart is sincere on Citra.

Could the fear of losing make him so possessive? I think I can understand, the same fear I once felt, just the way I did it was different. Isn't that so Laras?

Ah ... it turns out that the fear of losing it makes a person can do reckless actions and out of control of his common sense,

“Anton?” Mr. Cipto patted Anton on the shoulder, waiting for the young man who is now Citra's husband to open his voice. But his ego is too high, he's just mute.   

“Is that? So Santi knows all this? Emmm, pantesan from yesterday to today he does not see the trunk of his nose, whereas for two weeks he became the guardian of Citra as in pingitan.” Bu Cipto immediately replied

“Iya Buk, Anton mas who told mbak Santi.” Kunthi looked around, then she continued, “ Sorry, Sir, Buk, as Mas Gie said, it should be discussed alone, after all Anton would be embarrassed to talk here.” Sindir Kunthi smooth.

Pak Cipto and Bu Cipto looked at each other, then sighed heavily. Mr. Cipto's hand again patted Anton's shoulder. The atmosphere became stiff, and clumsy. Mr. Cipto broke it down by letting us go back to look at the dishes that were already full on the table. Ever since Lik Miah and the young woman dropped him off at the round table in front of us, nothing has been touched, except the plate in front of Kunthi.

We nodded our guard, then tucked a drink in each glass. The atmosphere was silent, but I think it was boisterous in each other's minds. I saw also Bu Cipto whispered to Mr. Cipto by saying the name Santi, then Pak Cipto grabbed his salary and was seen writing something there. Could it?

Ghifa wriggled down from the lap of Citra. she wanted to play in the park, her index finger led to a flower garden next to the connecting corridor of the mother house and pendopo.  Lidya immediately followed still with Adam in his sleeping trunk. When Ghifa ran small towards where he wanted to be. The image also wanted to move, but, I held it.

“Sorry something I need to say, Cit.”

“Gie?” his sad gaze pointed at me, then immediately subdued his face.

“Anton, I ask your permission to talk to Citra, may I?” I imagine my view towards Anton, Mr. Cipto and Bu Cipto also did the same.

“For what? Citra has become my wife, whatever you want to say to Citra will not change reality!” fierce Anton.

“Hahaha, who will change reality, Ton? I just want to talk! Things I should have done long before.”

Anton looked at me suspiciously. Ardi moved closer to Anton and then patted him on the back.

“Already Ton, love Gie time. We've asked to meet with Citra before, but you forbid, right?” 

“Mas Anton?” this time Citra's tone of voice was a little furious.

“Hah? When is it?” Mr. Cipto raised his voice.

“That time, Father and Mother were not at home, about three days before H-day,” replied Ardi lightly.

Anton snorted in annoyance, but he could not frown, as the two pairs of his two in-laws looked at him with a strange look. 

“Not just us, Sir, Buk. But Citra friends are forbidden to meet, is not HP Citra seized Anton?” said Ardi with a flat tone.

“What? Really Nduk?” asked Mr. Cipto to Citra, the old man began to be angry.

“Kata Mas Anton it's Bapak's orders?” This time Citra stood up, her gaze straight at her husband's face.

“I did that so you could focus on our wedding, Cit.” elak Anton.  

“Anton..., Anton …! Dah, please Mas Gie would like to say what Citra is, Anton let explain all his behavior to Father and Mother." Firmly Mr. Cipto. Anton's dead step.

 “Alright,” replied Anton lethargic.

“Thank you, Sir, Ton. Sorry, Cit...” asked Citra to switch places, a little bit away from the table.

The image stared at Anton for a bit then stepped towards the round table at the end of the pendopo. I still had time to hear Mr. Cipto and Bu Cipto used the opportunity to urge Kunthi, who was confused looking for a position. Bu Cipto said while holding Kunthi's hand,

“Well, nduk now you're free to tell!” 

Kunthi was flabbergasted, then played the glass lid by tapping on the table in a constant tone. Maybe he's trying to make sense to avoid.

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