Garden Benches
When Two Hearts Speak

When Two Hearts Speak

If suffering does not boil, then do not let it decompose, penetrating infiltrate between the joints. At least, while the sun has not made him yawn, he will not make pain whack.

I took a seat opposite to Citra. His face still looked tense and furious. Knowing the reality that happened a few days in preparation for her wedding made her face dark. But before long, his face was back flat.

“So what happened Gie?” he insisted impatiently.

Citra's face with her sunken eyes looked at me, but then diverted her gaze towards the desk of Mr. Cipto who looks crowded, although vague what was discussed there, but looks Anton so months Kunthi. That girl, does not understand what is done already too into the private realm? It seems that after this day is over, he needs to get tired of caring for the heart.

“Partner,”

The image turned back to me, frowning slightly.

“Yes, Gie?”

“I'm sorry, Cit”

The image developed her smile at me, an understanding smile.

“For what?”

I looked round at his blackened eyes, then I breathed my breath. Yeah, for what? For my insensitivity? For hubris? Will my silliness and stupidity? Or about my selfishness? All of which the confession will not change anything, as Anton said, Citra is his legal wife. What do I expect from all this? Do I still need to do?

“For what happened to you, Cit. I'm sorry if my answer at that time to Father and Mother made you forced to accept Anton.”

The image pulled her lips back, revealing a twinkle in her tired eyes.

“I'm really sorry, if that's why Anton's plan to propose you then smooth without obstacles. I did not expect before that it turns out you have been processing and waiting for my decision as a determinant.”

I said slowly but confidently with my asusim. However, the thing I said was just a guess that made me burdened and feel very guilty.

“Do you think so, Gie?” The image looked at me in full search, and I nodded.

“Is my guess wrong, Cit. I really feel guilty if that's the case, I've tried to see you, but Santi and Anton won't let it. Even when you got sick? I'm really tormented. I don't want you to suffer with the decisions you've made, Cit.”

Citra nodded then she said to me .

“Thank you, you care about that.”

“You're not mad at me?”

“For what angry? It's not your fault, Gie, look, thank you you for still caring about me. Actually I gave up my hopes the day before you came to see Father and Mother.”

I flinched, I wanted to immediately digress with a question that exploded, but I chose to calm down, and wait for the continuation of the story Citra.

“You mean, Cit? You've received Anton before?”

The image nodded back.

“Alright, Gie. I honestly put my feelings on you since High School. So did Anton to me, Father and Mother are business friends Papa Mama Anton. We've known each other since childhood, even he forced to get a school in the same department as me when I was in college. I appreciate how she feels about me, Gie.”

Image's speech halted for a while, slowly sighing, but his tone was very flat. Could it be that Citra had prepared herself a long time ago to behave this calm?

“I tried to fight for my heart, Gie. At the beginning when we met at the wedding of Ardi and Lidya at that time. But as time went on with Ghifa, that desire was left alone. There is a stronger urge on the side of my heart, perhaps it is called compassion for Ghifa. Especially after I get to know Laras further.”

“Cit?” I can't cover it, that I feel shocked.

“Yes, Gie, I've had a few conversations with Laras, sorry I never got permission and told you about it.”

“Hemm yes, Laras was disappointed when he found out you were getting married to Anton.”

The image laughed softly, for a moment he was stunned.

“Gie, thank you, for the three years that have allowed me to be close to Ghifa and your family. You know, Gie, it makes me have a more open view.”

“Not Cit, I should be thanking you because during the growth and development of Ghifa you were by his side sincerely. Sorry, I'm really sorry, didn't appreciate your existence from the beginning.” Sincerely pleading. 

“Already, Gie. I think it is true said the wise man, that love can not be forced, but it can be grown.”

I frowned, trying to understand what Citra's heart said, this ayu woman in front of me spoke calmly, there was no emotion. I felt his sincerity and willingness to spend time.

“Indeed not everyone can do it, especially if selfish still dwells in the soul. Especially for those who uphold the purity of first love. But in fact, things don't always stand in our way. Gie, for me then, being loved is a good start to growing love, and that's what I'm currently going to do.”

When I looked into Citra's eyes, there was hope there, I became very ashamed of her stubbornness.

“And it was a decision I made in my heart, before you met my Father and Mother at that time. Although I had also felt disappointment, but your answer at that time I had guessed before, until I easily persuaded my heart to look back to the front.”

I bowed, remembering my outrageous innocence, my carefree honesty, while scratching wounds. Fortunately, it turned out that Citra had prepared a healing medicine before.

“This is the line that was set for me, Gie. And more happiness would be felt by Anton's family and my family if I made this decision. So why don't I do it? After all, once again I have established my heart, that Love can be cultivated, just like my Love for Ghifa, I am sure I can do it for Anton.”

The voice of Citra that flowed without any pressure at all, able to slap my face and heart simultaneously.  Maybe this is what you mean, Laras? Everything can be fought for, even love can be grown?

“I saw it Cit,”

“Seeing?”

“Yes, Anton's love for you, so the fear of losing you makes him over possessive. That's why I didn't take any more action against what he did. It's just, I need to make sure you no longer experience inner pressure after this.”

The image widened his smile.

“Dan ..”

"And?"

“And you can't be sick anymore, Cit. You have to promise me, if there are any problems that occur later on, you can not pendam yourself.”.

My words were cut off, when Citra spoke quickly.

“Thank you, Gie, .. just so you let me come for Ghifa, because it keeps my spirit awake” 

“Of course, Cit. Thank God, may it be made easier, all your sacrifices get the right reply, Cit.”

“Hahaha, don't call this a sacrifice, Gie. But call it a struggle, is not happy many people is an effort to make us also happy?” 

I nodded, feeling relieved in the corner of my heart. I appreciate the sincerity of Citra to come to terms with the path chosen for her by the life screenwriter. I have much to learn from him in terms of happiness. 

A moment of silence between us, just the boisterous voice of Kunthi on the next table, made me and Citra have to turn to him. I saw Citra chuckling.

“Who is he, Gie?”

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