Husband Pay Miss Rania
Chapter 75 (Meet the Image)
...📌 Do not forget this part enliven yes!...
...Happy reading...
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Sastra has obtained Citra's home address from his hard work to find information about Citra, he must immediately meet his ex-wife. The more days his life is getting heavier if there is no image in his life. Literature looks fine on the outside but inside he is very chaotic, his mind is so heavy especially when seeing the closeness of Citra and Alex. Nah! Literature does not want Citra to get closer to Alex, he must try to fix everything that has been destroyed by himself.
Literary car stopped at Citra's house. Literature turned off his car engine, he stared at the minimalist house owned by a very beautiful image, the dream home of his ex-wife since long ago.
Literature got out of his car. With a firm step Literature began to step foot into the Citra house, he looked around the Citra house in amazement, many bougenville flowers in the Citra house and all were flowering.
Tok...
Sastra knocked on the door of Citra's house, he was sure the woman was already in the house so Literature directly to Citra's house after he got the information where Citra's house.
Literature looks impatient to meet Citra repeatedly Literature knocked on the door of Citra's house. Until finally the door was opened by Citra.
"He..pa...." The image sculpted as it stared at Literature before him.
Why did Literature come to his house? The image gazed sharply at Literature.
"What if you come to my house?" ask Citra sharply.
Literary sighed softly without a word he immediately hugged Citra tightly not letting Citra protest to him.
The image widened his eyes in shock as Literature hugged him so tightly that even the man did not make any sound. The image can feel the embrace of Literature is getting stronger once that makes Citra feel tight.
"L-delete! I-I can't breath!" citra said by trying to release herself from the embrace of Literature very suddenly.
"I won't let go of you again, Citra! It's enough I regret that I let you go because of my own mistakes," said Sastra who finally voiced.
Literature closed his eyes, he inhaled the fragrance of the body of Citra deeply. Really Literature really misses this body fragrance and finally Literature can feel it again.
"I miss you, Citra!" literature murmur that makes Citra speechless.
Literature missed him after what the man had done to him all this time? Why her ex-husband had to come again in the life she had been trying to rearrange. The image does not want to fall back again because of the treatment of Literature that makes his life depressed.
"Please.... Please don't tell me to let go of this hug!" say Literature with lirih.
"What the fuck?" ask Citra cynically.
"You came as if nothing had happened to us? You forgot what you did to me until you made me lose my son" Citra said cynically.
The Heart of Literature throbbed with great pain, the speech of the image was true. Everything that happened, everything he did had hurt Citra all this time.
"Sorry!" literary murmurs that make Citra snort cynically.
"Well, what's with that apology in your mouth that you're going to give it all back? Will make my child come back to my stomach? No, right? Now you're out of my house! I don't want you coming to my house anymore! Our current relationship is only limited to coworkers and I do not want to connect with you other than colleagues," Citra said sharply.
Literature's body staggered as Citra pushed it hard. Literature no longer forced, the man knew his mistake so far was so great that Citra could not forgive him.
Brakes...
Citra shuts her door tight, she does not want to meet and talk to Literature to discuss their painful past. All those memories make Citra stricken with panic that is very excessive or often called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), which is often called, everything Literature had done in the past left a deep wound in his heart until he was exposed to such a mental disorder.
Citra's body trembled violently, even her body was so limp that she sat on the floor covering her face with both hands. The memory in the eyes he was lonely and miscarriages made Citra more afraid and very anxious until Citra cried.
Literature was so shocked when it saw the state of the Image which was very alarming. Literature immediately sat on the floor and hugged Citra tightly.
"Fear!"
"Fear!"
Image murmured with a softness that makes the heart of Literature tight.
"Partner!" call Literature slowly.
What happened to Citra? Why does this woman look so anxious and so scared. Oh my... Is it all because of him?
The image slowly stared at Literature, his gaze so very sweet that Literature felt pity. Literature slowly wiped away the tears of Image slowly.
"Don't be afraid!" speak Literature gently.
Citra's body was increasingly trembling, the flash of her past when she saw Literature increasingly made Citra panic.
"Go you! GO!" scream Image loudly.
"Yes God... What's your image?" ask Sastra in a panic when you see the current state of the image.
Literary sprightly carrying the image onto the sofa. Literature really doesn't know what Literature has to do now, until Literature sees Citra's briefcase on the couch not far from them. I don't know what Sastra thought that clearly he was looking for a cure to make Citra calm like that.
Literature opened the Citra bag and looked for something, a symptom like this as if Literature recognized. Until Sastra found something that fit his expectations. Citra experienced a mental disorder anxiety is very extraordinary and it must be because of him the cause of this kind of image.
Sastra quickly took the medicine and gave it to Citra. "At the drink, Citra!" speak Literature gently.
Citra took with trembling hands, she was very panicked and anxious and Citra desperately needed her medicine. Imra quickly swallowed the pill until it slowly began to return to normal.
"Since when?" ask Literature slowly.
Citra does not answer, he prefers silence for now because Literature already knows the disease. Why should literature help him? The person who has given the wound to him, it feels Citra almost crazy if every day he has to be like this.
"Cit, please be honest since when are you like this?" ask Literature with a clean.
"You don't need to know!" answer the image flatly.
Literature took a slow breath. "What since we split up have you been like this? Please be honest, Cit! It's all because of me, right?" literature with a soft.
"If you know the cause of all my suffering, why ask again? Have you seen what I would do if I met you? Because you remind me of an event that really traumatized me a lot" Citra said flatly.
The eyes of the Image glazed over without wanting to look towards Literature who was still staring at it with great sadness.
Literature ventured to hold the hand of Image. "I'm sorry I left such a deep wound in your life that it traumatized you like this, Cit. I really didn't want to be separated from you at that time. I thought that with us parting could give you time, but I was wrong to part from you making my life a mess" Sastra said softly.
"Bulshit!" gumam Citra with shrewd.
"Git..."
The image closed his ears did not want to hear any explanation from Literature, the woman preferred to lay down herself by closing her eyes which made Sastra sigh slowly.
"Until when are you not willing to forgive me, Cit?" literature in the Heart.