Love In The Dream Realm
Chapters. 43

"Darling, look at the baby boy! Citra must be very happy to have a younger brother," said the father while carrying the baby Mila. He showed the baby to my mother.

"Em, yes, Mas. May I love him!" mother says.

"Of course, Ma'am. Citra looked very bright when she saw her baby. To the extent that he can't wait to be able to hold her," Mila said.

"Yes, the image of a good child, he will definitely love his sister. Moreover, his younger brother in accordance with his wishes," said Citra's father.

"That's right, Mom. Later he will take care of his brother," said Mila.

"Oek oek oek ...!" the sound of the baby's crying.

"Mil, it looks like he's thirsty, take a look! she almost cried!" I said as I walked closer to Mila.

"Oh, honey come on Mama!" Mila took over the baby and suckled him. The baby was silent and suckled quietly.

"Mas, look isn't his face similar to yours!" mila said with a smile.

"really? father champ is of course similar to Father!" said the father while sitting beside Mila while embracing Mila's shoulder with affection.

The image that had just returned from the cafeteria immediately gasped to hear it. Her heart ached and heated watching her father so friendly towards Mila. He felt he had been lied to by them. I wanted to not believe what he saw. But everything seems so clear.

The image then turned to look towards the bundaanya who was standing not far from Mila's bed. Mother seemed to be silent to see that. Although his eyes looked pretty, he seemed to have no objections and seemed to have known about the hidden relationship between his father and Mila.

"Partner!" exclaimed mother when looking at Citra who was standing in front of the door of Mila's room. Mother seemed surprised and very worried about the image.

Hearing that, everyone turned to look at the door.

"What do you mean by that?" said Citra with her stifled emotions. "Dad please explain!" yell again.

"Partner, I can explain. Come on in. Let's talk about it!" citra's father said as he stood up.

"What would you like me to explain? everything is clear, Dad. My father had an affair with Aunt Mila! Even Mother can't do anything to see what you've done!" said Citra with a high tone.

Her tears were unable to hold. His chest felt tight to see with his own eyes that his father was mending his mother.

The image feels betrayed because it is kept secret from him. In his heart torn to shreds how could such a thing have been hidden by his parents. The relationship between his mother and father seemed to be fine. Who would have thought if his parents who look harmonious without problems turned out to keep the rot in it.

"Partner, we're not cheating! We are officially married. All of that is with your Mother's permission as well. This is your sister, don't you want a younger brother. It's all for you, Citra!" said Mila who made Citra more emotional after hearing the answer.

"Tante, who wants the sister of the snatch-woman? Even if Citra wants a sister of course the sister that Mother gave birth to, not from Aunty. Citra will not be willing to admit it as a sister. The image has no sister!" citra telak.

"Partner, do not carelessly speak to you! Mila is not the kind of woman you accuse. Mila the woman whom I married well with Mother's approval. We have a reason for that. You don't be the same insolent, Mila. Either way, she is your mother too, and this baby is your sister!" snapped dad while ruffled waist with his face.

Citra glanced at the mother who was seen crying sobbing without being able to say anything to explain about this matter.

"Partner doesn't want to have a half-sister!" citra shouted while pushing the door and ran as fast as she left the place.

Mother had wanted to chase him, but suddenly his body was limp and he fell unconscious. Father swiftly caught his body and laid it on the sofa in the room. Finally he ignored Citra who ran away and chose to take care of the mother then also had to undergo hospitalization and keep Mila in the hospital.

Bima finally brought Citra back to her boarding place, because Citra did not want to go home.

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Tok to tok.

"Mom!"

"Yes, stop!" sounds good from within.

Not long before the door of the room was open and showed Dinara opening the door of his room.

"Good, Mommy! Um, can I stay in my room tonight, ma'am?" ask Citra with a little hesitation.

Dinara for a moment noticed the appearance of Citra that looks a little chaotic with her hair that is slightly irregular and her neutrality that looks damp. She guessed something must have happened to Citra that required her to leave her home.

"By dong, yuk in!" dinara said while embracing Citra's shoulder and bringing her into the room.

Dinara led Citra in and told her to sit down. "I'll get you a change of clothes!"

"Not bother, Ma'am. I don't wear my clothes!" reject Citra so as not to trouble Dinara.

Dinara opened the closet and took a stel of her sleeping pajamas, then she gave it to Citra.

"You clean first, then change your clothes so it's comfortable to sleep!" Dinara's orders.

The image finally obeyed what Dinara had ordered. Then he went into the bathroom.

While waiting, Dinara went out of the room to meet Bima. Dinara asked for an explanation regarding the image that suddenly came with him with a chaotic face.

"Bim, what are you doing? don't-don't-." Dinah did not continue her words. However, he began to think strangely.

"Don't be reckless, Ma'am!" expostulation.

Bima then told what was happening to Citra and why she could bring Citra home to her boarding house.

"Sir, she must be in need of a friend sharing her grief. Please accompany her and entertain her! This may be quite a heavy thing experienced by him," said Bima explained.

"Alright, don't worry about him. I'll take care of him!" dinara said as if it can catch the anxiety of Bima.

"I'm not worried about him, Ma'am!" kilah Bima's.

"Yes ..," replied Dinara with a discordant smile and entered her room.

Arriving in the room looks Citra has finished performing prayers. "Sir, I'm sorry I stepped on the door without permission!" abugn.

"It's okay. Have you eaten yet?" dinara asked as she sat in the front seat of her study table.

"You know, Mother. I ate in the hospital canteen at Bima."

"Oh yes, that's it. If you need anything, say it to me!" Dinara.

"I took a break, Ma'am. I can sleep first, right, Ma'am? it feels like my body is really tired" Citra said.

"Yes, sleep first, Cit. I want to get a thesis first."

The image then crawls up onto the mattress. And lay his body on Dinara's bed. He closed his eyes to fall asleep. However, the shadow of her father's betrayal with Mila to produce a baby made her chest rumble again.

Tears continuously dripped from the corner of his eyes without being able to stand it.

"Hiks hiks hiks ...!" The image is increasingly sobbing and unable to withstand the sadness that is raging in the heart.

Dinara moved closer and then rubbed the shoulders of Citra. "Cry, let out all the pent-up sadness until you feel better!"

Citra sat down and hugged Dinara. He spilled all the sadness he felt on Dinara's shoulder.

That night became the saddest night for Citra.

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