(Davendra)
When Citra was lost,
My cell phone rang and woke me up—half-past two in the afternoon. I slept well last night. I don't know if this is because Citra accepted my proposal and I feel calm. When I woke up, my cell phone didn't stop ringing. I sat up in shock.
"Hello," I answered lazily.
"Bro, where are you?" asked one of my close friends. Although not very close, we are close enough. I don't know why Randy called me even though I belonged to the one who had not hung out at clubbing or any bar with him.
"Hmm… I'm in the apartment."
I started to stand up, took a glass of mineral water, and drank it straight. I opened the bedroom door and checked whether Citra was awake or not because the apartment's condition when I woke up seemed quiet. There was no sound.
"Do you have an apartment?" asked Randy curiously.
"Yes, my fiance's apartment."
"Which one was yo
(Davendra)My legs are weak, but I try to be strong. I waited for Citra outside the operating room. I waited almost an hour. After that, Cath came rushing to carry Aurora. This morning Catherine was too stressed to think about Citra. Catherine told me that every time she got a call from someone telling her that Citra was in the hospital or that she found her unconscious, she tried to commit suicide."I can breathe a sigh of relief when Citra gets to know you," Cath said. Her eyes are sad. "I see; she is always dependent on you."Catherine holds my hand. She was gripping it."At first, Rangga didn't agree with Citra having a relationship with you. But I convinced Rangga to let Citra make her own choices." Catherine smiled at me. Her face is beautiful.She speaks Indonesian fluently, even barely standard. Meanwhile, Rangga was seen looking at his cellphone screen with Aurora watching something. Aurora w
(POV)Edric and Meira are placed in different small prisons. Stay next door. The difference is that the small jail on the left is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are male, while the one on the right is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are all women. Edric roared in prison. All his words cursed Meira."Watch out, you crazy girl! Psychopath! Watch out if Citra dies! I will tell everything to the police so that your punishment is heavier than mine!!" he shouted. His face was pressed between the bars so that his voice could come out and be heard to the prison next door. Meira heard Edric's scream. She sat on the left side of the women's prison. His face was flat, and there was no remorse in her. Now and then, he takes a deep breath and hides his smile. Sometimes his face looks sad. Maybe the thought of her actions getting caught and this would weigh her down. Her dream of becoming a professional violinist has been
(Kayshila)I sat lazily on the couch in front of the TV. Putting my feet on the table and sipping my green tea. Last night I just got out of the hospital, about five days I was hospitalized there. I should have been out on the third day because I was healthy and ready to work. However, Ishan added two more days for me to rest. Every time I go to the hospital, I always recover quickly. Although some parts of my body hurt. I can handle that. I don't think the pain I experienced was as painful as my previous trauma. Formerly? Have I recovered from my past trauma? I grabbed the phone that was on the table. One week has passed since the incident."Hello, Afternoon Doc." my greeting is friendly."Afternoon, Kayshila," she replied. Her voice was a little hoarse, maybe after waking up."Does the doctor have this day off?" I asked."Not available. Maybe I'll go shopping. What's wrong, Kay? Are you alright? I heard you….
(Kayshila)Doctor Silva just hugged me warmly. Calms me down."You've changed a lot, Kay. Feel happiness and joy," she said with a smile. My eyes glaze over."Can I come here if I want to chat?""Sure, Kay. Anytime."Doctor Silva escorted us to the outside door. The appearance is neat but looks relaxed. Not like a doctor in general. Maybe because Doctor Silva is a psychiatrist. On the way, Ishan and I didn't utter a word. Ishan's gaze was straight ahead. He was too focused on the street. For some reason, our silence makes me sleepy. As I started to close my eyes, Ishan spoke."Citra," call him."Hmmm." I just mumbled."From now on, can you be honest with me?""About what?""Everything. There's nothing to hide.""I have nothing to hide. Did you hear everything?""Yes.""Was there a problem after you heard my confession?""There is.""What's that?"
(Kayshila) During the day, police station, I thought the police station would be as quiet as I thought it would be. It turned out to be very busy here. I came to the police station accompanied by Mr. Anton, the lawyer for the Ishan company. He is very friendly. On my trip with him, I was told some of the possibilities that Meira and Edric would face. That, too, depends on me. It depends on the information I convey later. I followed a cop in a polo shirt draping his ID around a room. Well, this room is cold. There were only three tables inside. Neatly arranged, and there is a rather large aquarium at the end. Two scribbled whiteboards. The polo shirt cop told me to sit in a single soft chair. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and there were only three of us. "How are you, Miss Kayshila?" friendly greeting. His gaze was serious. Occasionally look at me carefully. "I'm better than yesterday, Sir." "I'm R
(Kayshila)When I put my bag on the desk, Lashira came up to me."You're wanted in the group.""Oh yes?" I opened my bag and reached for my cell phone, which was in my bag. Then carefully unlocked my phone. It turns out that there will be an urgent meeting in my division group that is very urgent. I hurriedly grabbed the little book I always carried to appointments and ran towards the big meeting room. Everyone had gathered, including Mrs Sarah, who was sitting pretty next to the other team."Well then, our Senior Project Manager has arrived." said one of the team, a thin and slightly pale man."We're just waitin
(Davendra)Since Citra decided to go to Manila these few days, she has been busy. Working overtime to prepare preparations at the Manila branch office. But tonight, when I came home and opened the door to her apartment, an unusual sight caught me off guard. I stood still standing near the door. The whole apartment was a mess. Her belongings are scattered."Ishan. You coming home?" greeting her."What is this?" I looked around the whole apartment."Mr. Dewa called me saying I have to get ready. Tickets are booked.""You're leaving soon?" I asked."Yes. Day after tomorrow," she answered happily.I am quiet. I took off my blazer and walked into her messy room. I sat looking at some of the things in her room. In fact, I haven't given her my answer yet, whether I allow it or not. I'm her fiancé.I can see Citra busy with her things from the room."What will you bring?" I half-shouted.
(Kayshila)I looked at my watch many times and even looked at my phone screen where there were no notifications. There are no incoming calls."Davendra, where are you?" asked Mama Ishan calling her son in a whisper even in front of me. I can still hear his voice clearly. "Oh, I see... so you can't take Citra?" Mama Ishan looks disappointed. She immediately turned off his phone and looked at me."Daven said he was busy. He also said that many have delivered." Mama Ishan looked down languidly. I smiled at her, indicating that everything was fine."It's okay, Auntie. It's busy. Yesterday you told me." I gave an explanation. Lie. Rangga and Cath looked at me with strange looks. They knew that Ishan and I had a fight because
(Kayshila)I looked at my watch many times and even looked at my phone screen where there were no notifications. There are no incoming calls."Davendra, where are you?" asked Mama Ishan calling her son in a whisper even in front of me. I can still hear his voice clearly. "Oh, I see... so you can't take Citra?" Mama Ishan looks disappointed. She immediately turned off his phone and looked at me."Daven said he was busy. He also said that many have delivered." Mama Ishan looked down languidly. I smiled at her, indicating that everything was fine."It's okay, Auntie. It's busy. Yesterday you told me." I gave an explanation. Lie. Rangga and Cath looked at me with strange looks. They knew that Ishan and I had a fight because
(Davendra)Since Citra decided to go to Manila these few days, she has been busy. Working overtime to prepare preparations at the Manila branch office. But tonight, when I came home and opened the door to her apartment, an unusual sight caught me off guard. I stood still standing near the door. The whole apartment was a mess. Her belongings are scattered."Ishan. You coming home?" greeting her."What is this?" I looked around the whole apartment."Mr. Dewa called me saying I have to get ready. Tickets are booked.""You're leaving soon?" I asked."Yes. Day after tomorrow," she answered happily.I am quiet. I took off my blazer and walked into her messy room. I sat looking at some of the things in her room. In fact, I haven't given her my answer yet, whether I allow it or not. I'm her fiancé.I can see Citra busy with her things from the room."What will you bring?" I half-shouted.
(Kayshila)When I put my bag on the desk, Lashira came up to me."You're wanted in the group.""Oh yes?" I opened my bag and reached for my cell phone, which was in my bag. Then carefully unlocked my phone. It turns out that there will be an urgent meeting in my division group that is very urgent. I hurriedly grabbed the little book I always carried to appointments and ran towards the big meeting room. Everyone had gathered, including Mrs Sarah, who was sitting pretty next to the other team."Well then, our Senior Project Manager has arrived." said one of the team, a thin and slightly pale man."We're just waitin
(Kayshila) During the day, police station, I thought the police station would be as quiet as I thought it would be. It turned out to be very busy here. I came to the police station accompanied by Mr. Anton, the lawyer for the Ishan company. He is very friendly. On my trip with him, I was told some of the possibilities that Meira and Edric would face. That, too, depends on me. It depends on the information I convey later. I followed a cop in a polo shirt draping his ID around a room. Well, this room is cold. There were only three tables inside. Neatly arranged, and there is a rather large aquarium at the end. Two scribbled whiteboards. The polo shirt cop told me to sit in a single soft chair. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and there were only three of us. "How are you, Miss Kayshila?" friendly greeting. His gaze was serious. Occasionally look at me carefully. "I'm better than yesterday, Sir." "I'm R
(Kayshila)Doctor Silva just hugged me warmly. Calms me down."You've changed a lot, Kay. Feel happiness and joy," she said with a smile. My eyes glaze over."Can I come here if I want to chat?""Sure, Kay. Anytime."Doctor Silva escorted us to the outside door. The appearance is neat but looks relaxed. Not like a doctor in general. Maybe because Doctor Silva is a psychiatrist. On the way, Ishan and I didn't utter a word. Ishan's gaze was straight ahead. He was too focused on the street. For some reason, our silence makes me sleepy. As I started to close my eyes, Ishan spoke."Citra," call him."Hmmm." I just mumbled."From now on, can you be honest with me?""About what?""Everything. There's nothing to hide.""I have nothing to hide. Did you hear everything?""Yes.""Was there a problem after you heard my confession?""There is.""What's that?"
(Kayshila)I sat lazily on the couch in front of the TV. Putting my feet on the table and sipping my green tea. Last night I just got out of the hospital, about five days I was hospitalized there. I should have been out on the third day because I was healthy and ready to work. However, Ishan added two more days for me to rest. Every time I go to the hospital, I always recover quickly. Although some parts of my body hurt. I can handle that. I don't think the pain I experienced was as painful as my previous trauma. Formerly? Have I recovered from my past trauma? I grabbed the phone that was on the table. One week has passed since the incident."Hello, Afternoon Doc." my greeting is friendly."Afternoon, Kayshila," she replied. Her voice was a little hoarse, maybe after waking up."Does the doctor have this day off?" I asked."Not available. Maybe I'll go shopping. What's wrong, Kay? Are you alright? I heard you….
(POV)Edric and Meira are placed in different small prisons. Stay next door. The difference is that the small jail on the left is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are male, while the one on the right is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are all women. Edric roared in prison. All his words cursed Meira."Watch out, you crazy girl! Psychopath! Watch out if Citra dies! I will tell everything to the police so that your punishment is heavier than mine!!" he shouted. His face was pressed between the bars so that his voice could come out and be heard to the prison next door. Meira heard Edric's scream. She sat on the left side of the women's prison. His face was flat, and there was no remorse in her. Now and then, he takes a deep breath and hides his smile. Sometimes his face looks sad. Maybe the thought of her actions getting caught and this would weigh her down. Her dream of becoming a professional violinist has been
(Davendra)My legs are weak, but I try to be strong. I waited for Citra outside the operating room. I waited almost an hour. After that, Cath came rushing to carry Aurora. This morning Catherine was too stressed to think about Citra. Catherine told me that every time she got a call from someone telling her that Citra was in the hospital or that she found her unconscious, she tried to commit suicide."I can breathe a sigh of relief when Citra gets to know you," Cath said. Her eyes are sad. "I see; she is always dependent on you."Catherine holds my hand. She was gripping it."At first, Rangga didn't agree with Citra having a relationship with you. But I convinced Rangga to let Citra make her own choices." Catherine smiled at me. Her face is beautiful.She speaks Indonesian fluently, even barely standard. Meanwhile, Rangga was seen looking at his cellphone screen with Aurora watching something. Aurora w
(Davendra)When Citra was lost,My cell phone rang and woke me up—half-past two in the afternoon. I slept well last night. I don't know if this is because Citra accepted my proposal and I feel calm. When I woke up, my cell phone didn't stop ringing. I sat up in shock."Hello," I answered lazily."Bro, where are you?" asked one of my close friends. Although not very close, we are close enough. I don't know why Randy called me even though I belonged to the one who had not hung out at clubbing or any bar with him."Hmm… I'm in the apartment."I started to stand up, took a glass of mineral water, and drank it straight. I opened the bedroom door and checked whether Citra was awake or not because the apartment's condition when I woke up seemed quiet. There was no sound."Do you have an apartment?" asked Randy curiously."Yes, my fiance's apartment.""Which one was yo