The Heart of Old Menjakaka
35. I don't want to
The image shook quickly. "But I don't want to."
"Why?"
"Because I consider you a friend."
"That's all?" Udin tilted his head then looked at Citra so deeply, he soon smiled. "And I told you friends so girlfriends can, Cit."
"Yes, but I don't like you, Din."
"What's wrong?" Udin frowned in surprise, then he restored his sweat-soaked hair. Even he hasn't shampooed in a week. "And I'm handsome Cit, when you don't want to be with me?"
"You're not my type, Din," Citra replied honestly.
There's no way he's saying that Udin is ugly, it doesn't feel appropriate to insult a fellow human being. And of course, despite the innocence of Citra, he can also distinguish between ugly and handsome men.
"What kind of type are you?"
"Like Oppa Korea."
"Ah they're all plastic, Cit."
"Plastic what? They're human and handsome."
"But the original is ugly, even more handsome also me. They're pretty fucked up because of plastic surgery."
"So you're not saying Om handsome plastic surgery and the real ugly?" The image looked at Udin's face in annoyance. He seemed to have misinterpreted what his friend said.
"Kok so to Ommu, anyway? I don't feel like I'm saying that Om is a plastic surgeon."
"But Om Ganteng looks like a Korean Oppa, that means you said he had plastic surgery."
"Well, if that's the case, I don't know."
Imra immediately stood up with a frowning face and called the canteen mother, she also paid for her lunch.
"You guys pay me too, Cit."
"Pay it yourself, who told you to insult Om Ganteng." The image melengos, then passed away leaving the man.
After paying, Udin chased after Citra, then clasped her wrist.
"Cock you angry? I don't insult Om Ganteng."
"Obviously you're insulting!" The image brushed aside Udin's arm and stopped his steps.
"Yes I'm sorry. How do I respond to my request? You want to be my girlfriend?"
"I told you you weren't my type." The image snorted angrily and then walked quickly away from Udin.
"Yes already! But the roads are so, huh?!" shouted Udin who saw Citra's back already away. The girl did not turn her head or say anything, so she was upset. 'I want Citra to be my girlfriend. She's the perfect girl. Beautiful, nice and lots of money. If he can be made a girlfriend .. surely he will give me whatever I want, ' his mind.
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"Why did Om Gugun pick up again?" Citra's footsteps stopped at a campus gate when she saw her papa's assistant get out of the car. He looked sullen and disappointed, because it wasn't Steven who picked him up.
"I was indeed assigned Mr. Steven to always take Miss Citra home." Gugun opened the back door of his car, and Citra immediately entered and sat down.
"I'm first, you know, bye!" exclaim Citra said goodbye as she waved at Luci and Rosa. Both of them smiled and nodded small.
"When I want Om Ganteng who picked me up," complained Citra. He leaned his back against the seat with a sullen face.
"Sir Steven's busy in Miss' office, what else in the afternoon like this." Gugun stared at the image from the windshield of his car while driving.
"But it's lunchtime, Om." The image looks at the clock on his wrist showing it at 12:20. "Om Ganteng must be resting. Time can't pick it up." The image pursed his lips.
"Why did Miss pick me up? Not from the Miss of Junior High School .. I often pick up, huh?"
"It's okay, just I want to be picked up by Om Ganteng." The two cheeks of Citra instantly blushed as she suddenly imagined Steven's face.
"Is Om. No time, Om Ganteng is a perfect man. He's my dream man."
"It's best not Miss, Miss don't love Mr. Steven."
"Lho, why is it?" The image also sees Gugun from the windshield of the car. His face looked confused as well as curious.
"Miss will be hurt."
"Why is her heart hurting?" Immediately Citra was like Dejavu, remembering the words was similar to what Steven had said. "Kok Om's speech is the same as Om Ganteng, anyway? Om Ganteng also once said that's like that."
"If love claps one hand it must hurt Miss."
"meaning? So Om thinks that Om Ganteng doesn't love me?" Image's face suddenly turned red, his heart throbbing pain.
"Yes, Mr. Steven doesn't love Miss, does he?"
"Who does not love? Om the handsome already love me, Om!" firmly Citra, she looked offended by what Gugun said. Last night's moment she said Steven had fallen for her.
"Did Mr Steven say he was in love with Miss?"
"No, but last night Om Ganteng proved that he loved me."
Gugun rounded his eyes wide. "What does he prove it to?"
"Secret."
"Seriously Miss, what is the evidence? Did Mr Steven do anything?" guess Gugun was curious.
"And I told you that Om can't be a kepo." The image rolled its eyeballs lazily.
"But this is important to me Miss, I must know what Mr. Steven did to Miss."
"Currently, how is that? Everyone has privacy, Om. And it's not obligatory to know!" gerutu Citra angry.
"Yes that's true, but I just want to make sure that Mr. Steven won't break his promise to Miss's late father."
"Promise? What promise?" Suddenly it came to pass about the thing Steven said last night, and it felt like Gugun knew something.
Gugun immediately slapped his own lips because he had slipped, suddenly he looked agitated.
"What promise, Om? Is there anything I don't know?"
"There's nothing, Miss." Gugun shook his head quickly, streams of sweat on his forehead flowing. "It means a promise that Mr. Steven will always take care of Miss, yes .. that's all."
"Continue the relationship I can't love Om Ganteng what? Why?" ask Citra curious.
"It has nothing to do with it, but it would be better if a man used to love women. Don't the other way around, I mean."
"Omma must be lying!" tukas Citra does not believe. Such a reason was very common, but Steven's overflowing emotions signified something that must have been very heavy. "What do you promise the same Om Ganteng? What is Dad's trust? Om must know it all, right?" hardik Citra's.
"What is this lady talking about? A promise? Trust what does it mean?" Gugun looks more agitated.
"Quick tell! Don't pretend!" press Citra which begins to raise the tone of his speech.
"I don't know anything Miss." Gugun shook his head quickly.
"Down me now!"
"What are you doing? It's still far and—"
"Let me down or I jump!" mencam Citra shouted while opening the car door. That was how quickly Gugun braked his car.
The image got down from the car and ran towards the bridge. Gugun who saw Citra was about to climb on the bridge dike suddenly rounded his eyes.
...What do you want, Cit?...