Confused

They sat facing each other at the dining table, two cups of coffee had been cold since half an hour ago, but both of them were still reluctant to talk to each other.

Damar was angry because Citra returned to school without his permission. Citra was also angry, because she felt "abandoned". The girl felt stupid because she had to wait for Damar for who knows how long. School for him then became the right choice to get rid of boredom. After all, it's his right. She is still a student girl in high school!

"We can't be like this," Damar finally broke the silence. "I don't want a relationship like this."

The image does not immediately respond. He felt sick. Having only been in contact for 2 weeks, Damar had given up. He considered the guy to be very selfish, not thinking about his situation.

"I also can't be forced to wait for you, who knows when I'll be able to come home!" Citra finally said firmly. "You shouldn't be selfish."

"I want a serious relationship! If necessary, we can get married," Damar said louder. "If I come home you won't be there. What? It's better for a wife to be patient and wait for her husband."

"I'm not ready to get married."

"Oh, just want to date? Or just want to be able to live in this house again?"

"Resin!"

"I'm serious about you. But if you make love to me just want to feel the atmosphere of your childhood again, then you can take this house. Without having to have me too!"

"I do not..."

"Just stay here as much as you like. Don't worry, tomorrow my people will take my things away!"

Damar got up in a hurry, causing the cup of coffee to spill. But the guy didn't care, he grabbed his jacket and car keys and walked away.

Citra's eyes began to feel warm, she felt hopeless. Wrong way here, wrong way there. Ken could no longer be held in his arms, now Damar was also away from him. It felt like he was starting to feel ready to go crazy.

Moreover, when he visited Vincent's house, his best friend was indifferent to him. The guy was busy preparing to leave on his big motorbike.

"Please Vin, I need to talk to your mother. Just a moment," persuaded Citra.

"Look for my mother, for what? She's busy, just like me. There's no time to talk to people who are difficult to advise!"

"It's not like that, Vin. I got this new problem because I heard your mother's advice for me to stay at school! As a result, Damar got angry and left me!"

Vincent laughed sarcastically, "Then you want to blame my mother?"

"It's not like that. I...," Citra's voice was choked. He felt confused about his own thoughts. Then in a hurry, he finally left Vincent.

Two hours later, he was sitting in a daze in the city park, with a backpack on his shoulders and a large bag in his hand. Her tears had dried up, and she was already very desperate.

Mom can't be contacted. Especially Papa. When I want to go to school, my condition is no longer in a good place, I'm afraid it will become a topic of conversation for people. He was very confused, even just choosing a place to stay temporarily.

KRAUKK!!!

Citra's stomach growled. He felt very hungry. Meanwhile the money was used up to pay the taxi fare. His thoughts became increasingly confused, he started to have the idea of eating leaves from plants in the garden. City parks in Jakarta never die. Even in the middle of the night, lots of people were chatting, even playing on the swings. Citra's main idea is that she will spend the night at that place.

"Expelled?"

Citra turned around, a man her father's age seemed to be winking mischievously. His body was thick and solid, with a large yellow chain necklace around his neck, making him look more like a guard dog. Citra looked away, she felt dizzy.

"Why are you silent?" The man then approached and sat next to him. "Beautiful girl, where are you going exactly?"

Soundless image. He felt lazy to respond.

"Meet me beautiful, I'm Uncle Alex. A widower who is looking for a partner to go on a date with. We can drink or eat..."

Eat? Citra suddenly felt even more hungry. Then he looked at the man, "What are you eating?"

"Anything," said Uncle Alex flirtatiously. "You can ask for anything."

"I just need money," said Citra curtly.

"Oh, that's fine...hahaaa," Uncle Alex laughed cheerfully. Then his hand suddenly went to Citra's breasts, squeezing them anxiously. "How much do you need?"