The Heart of Old Menjakaka
76. Rib
In his death, Citra decided to go to eat Danu. Although there would be no answer he got when talking to the tombstone, but according to him, maybe that could make it much better.
When he arrived at the red land, Citra immediately hugged the tombstone while crying. He was half lying there.
"Yeahhhh ... Om handsome so much for me, he hurt me Dad."
"She .. she loves other women."
"Why? Why did you lie to me? You shouldn't have to say that Om Ganteng likes me if it turns out he never even thought I existed ...." The image until as he pleased, slowly his hand felt the red ground that had so many flowers on it. "I feel like I don't have anyone in the world anymore, Dad."
"Dad .. I really love Om Ganteng. But he doesn't love me at all. Even she was silent when Sapphira kissed her cheek ...." The image brushed his shirt right on the chest area. He felt tight and hurt when he remembered the incident. It really hurts.
"But .. I've promised myself that I'm going to let go of Om Ganteng. Although it is very heavy .. but I will try to let it go. I also asked for permission from Dad. If I were ...." The image lips instantly shook. Her tears kept flowing down her cheeks. "I want a divorce from Om Ganteng. I want to see her happy even if it's not with me, Dad. I love her so much."
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Due to too much crying, Citra until unconscious if she fell asleep on the grave of her father. It was late in the afternoon and he woke up instantly because he felt a soft pat on his shoulder.
The image blinked its eyes, then sat down while rubbing its eyes and looked at a man in white.
"Miss how do you sleep here?" asked the man, holding out a handkerchief. He saw the dirty face of the grave.
"I fell asleep, sir." The image shook its head, rejecting the handkerchief. "No need, sir. Thank you." Thank you." The image washed his messy hair with all five fingers.
"But Miss's face is dirty."
"I have tissue in the bag. Oh yes, sir. I'm asking you please can't I?"
"Please what?"
Citra opened her backpack to pick up tissue, then opened her wallet and took three hundred thousand bills.
"Please buy rose water and flowers. Then give it to Daddy's grave," he asked while giving the money.
"But this is too much Miss, 50 grand is enough too." The man gave back the three bills he had received, but Citra refused.
"It's okay, the rest is for you to buy cigarettes. It's you who took care of Dad's grave."
"I've been given money with Mr. Steven, this is for Miss's snacks."
"No need, sir." Imagery shook. "I still have money. That's for you, sir."
"Yes, thank you, Miss. May Miss always be healthy, long life and happy," he said praying Citra sincerely.
"Amen." The image smiled, he stood up and patted his buttocks because there was a lot of grass attached. He then walked out of the public cemetery.
On the side of the road, Citra turned to the right and left. Looking for a taxi passing by. But suddenly someone wearing a big red motorbike stopped nearby. He slowly took off his helmet and displayed his handsome face.
"Sir Aryan."
"Why are you in the tomb? Why, Cit? And your face ...?" Arya stared in a pretty face The image that looked chaotic at all. His face was red and dirty, his eyes were puffy and his lips were chapped. "You why? It hurt?" Both hands Arya cupped Citra's cheeks, then switched to touching her forehead.
"People who have died cannot continue to be mourned, Cit. Not good."
"Yes, I know. But I miss you, brother."
"Just pray that you miss."
Arya's words immediately made Citra's heart again sliced. There was really nothing wrong with what the man said, just that his words reminded him of Steven.
The handsome man always reminded of such things and perhaps only yesterday did they perform congregational prayers. But now, everything will be a memory.
"Lho, why are you crying, Cit? Why sad?" Arya looked confused to see Citra suddenly cry, she quickly wiped her tears. It was clear from Arya's eyes that the girl was so fragile. "Look with me, we'll find a place to eat or drink so you're better."
"Hey, did you hurt her!" There was the sound of a baritone man who had just got out of the car. He ran and without permission immediately hugged Citra's body. "What's wrong with you, honey? Did this snot kid hurt you?" tanyanya while meloloti Arya. Even at the point of his index finger on his face.
The image inhaled the scent of the old man's body, it was very fragrant. Slowly he raised his face and widened his eyes when it turned out that the man was Angga. It was a coincidence that he could meet that man again.
"Opa Gantengs. How come Opa's here?" The image wiped her tears. That warm hug made her chest feel better.
"Well ask you, did he hurt you? Bogeman Opa is ready!" Angga raised his clenched hand firmly, already pointing towards Arya's face.
"No. Arya's sister is my friend, Opa. He's a good man." The image shook quickly. Slowly he tried to let go of Angga's embrace, but the old man hugged him even tighter.
"You escaped this time, young man! Just be careful if you hurt my heart!" press Angga while melolot, then he pulled Citra's arm and took her into the car. "There's my baby tissue, Jo. Give me!" Angga reached out his hand towards the assistant who was driving. The man gave it to him immediately.
"Let me, Opa. I can do it myself." The image took a wet tissue in Angga's hand as the man was about to touch his cheek. The man immediately nodded and smiled.
"Why is your face so dirty, honey? Your clothes are too." Angga scanned each member of the body of the image. "You've been rolling on the ground?"
"No." The image shook quickly. "I fell asleep at a meal while visiting Dad."
"Oh, my goodness. Until I fell asleep like that. You must be very sweet when you sleep, huh?" The lady closed her lips with her hands. "Eeemmm .. This drink first. You seem thirsty." Angga gave a bottle of mineral water in his seat, he opened the bottle cap first.
"Thank you, Opa. How does Opa know I'm thirsty? I didn't talk." The image smiled sweetly, then downed the drinking water.
"Maybe we have an inner bond, dear. You're Opa's ribs" said Angga.
"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Bejo who was driving immediately his own saliva as a result of hearing the speech of Angga. Really, his odd behavior made him grimace amused. Strange, could-can be as old as it seduced boy— thought.
...Opa Opa .. kok I am am amused to hear the flutter, yes 😂️...
...But calm ... Citra's soul mate is in my hands. If Opa wants I can think of 🤣...
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