The Skewers House
Prejudicially

December of 2016. At the end of the year, the sky looks so bleak. Cloudy moving wild to and fro carrying the tirta that can spill at any time. Cold air pierced the skin, rumbling also sounded earthy sahutan with some bright lightning snatching at the foot of the hill.

Prambudi rode his butut duck bike with a lethargic face. The sempang sembal bag and the long-sleeved shirt with the legs firmly attached to his collar made the aura of failure even more noticeable. Already many times he tried, there may be hundreds of job application letters spread throughout the city where he lived and no one gave results.

Today Prambudi meets interview calls from three companies. Initially it felt smooth, but when a question was said from HRD manager Prambudi was unable to agree.

“ Is brother Prambudi willing to be placed in our branch office outside the city?,”

The question can only be answered by Prambudi with a headband. And finally only a prayer and hope of success elsewhere that Prambudi got. Prambudi was rejected from the job he applied for. A liverache? Sure do.

Prambudi motor turns into a house with a shiny luxury stainless gate. A large house with two floors, the largest house in the area. The house is in stark contrast to the current state of Prambudi.

“Dad? Father islandangg,” A small child, beautiful petite, clean white welcomes Prambudi while holding a super beautiful furry Angora cat.

“Haloo Manda Iangggg,” Sapa Prambudi with his smile that unfolded. Her dull face now instantly turned into the happiest face in the world.

Prambudi put his bike in the back garage. While the front garage is lined with two luxury cars in black and white like two chess pieces. Beautiful women with unraveled hair wearing negligee that looks expensive out of the house, welcome Prambudi. She is Citra, Prambudi's wife. Former finalist of the most beautiful Campus Ambassador in his college days.

“How did Mas?,” Citra asked Prambudi. A short question but felt like a blow to the heart. Prambudi shook his head slowly, his face looked lethargic again.

“Gak pa pa pa Mas, the important thing is that Mas has tried,” Citra patted Prambudi's shoulder.

“The spirit of Ayaahhh,” Amanda, the five-year-old boy shouted without burden at his father.

Prambudi walked into the house followed by Citra and Manda. The true house is magnificent but makes Prambudi's heart more sultry. A shiny brown marble floor, a large photo emblazoned on the wall of the living room. There are four figures in the photo. A thick mustachioed father with a tuxedo that looks good, a mother of a high-spirited mother with a limited edition batik shirt carrying a bag that is exorbitant in price, along with Prambudi's children and wife.

Prambudi, a young man who has nothing and no one after his high school graduation leaves the Orphanage to find work. Until finally he arrived at this magnificent mansion. Working as a gardener, to be able to reach his goals can get education to undergraduate.

However, who would have thought that the Princess in the palace where she worked put her heart into it. Yes, Prambudi is indeed a handsome young man, although financially unsustainable. The image of a lecture outside the city in fact always longs to go home just to see the smile of Prambudi. Though the girl could have gotten a much better man everything from Prambudi, but that's how love, can not choose where to dock.

Citra's parents were furious when they found out that her son was romantically involved with Prambudi. All means were done including firing and expelling Prambudi. But that has become a disaster. The image of reckless to meet Prambudi was silent. At a young age where the heart is still the benchmark for decision-making, two people in a room with dim lighting do a forbidden deed.

At the age of 20 years Citra and Prambudi married. And after that Prambudi returned to the magnificent house, but not as a gardener but as a son-in-law of the big boss of the owner of the sand mine and hundreds of famous laying chicken coop in the city of T.

Was Prambudi's life established thereafter? The answer is no. Being the only son-in-law of Tuan Kaya Raya is a nightmare for Prambudi. In material terms and daily life Prambudi does look more secure, but Prambudi mentally endured the pain. He was never considered part of the family.

“Budi, managed to get work?,” madam Doto, the Mother-in-law asked me tightly while watching TV when she saw her daughter-in-law entering the house.

“Not yet Mother,” Reply Image slowly.

“I asked Budi. Why did you answer,” Madam Doto looked towards Citra.

“Not Bun,” This time Prambudi voiced, sounding slightly vibrating.

“You are following why. Just like your in-laws would like to be given 3 laying chicken coop tuh. Ngurus that's the result for your monthly snacks is enough. The image of Manda let us take care of it. You also will not be able to!,” Mrs Doto again catapulted a sharp word piercing.

“Mas Prambudi would like to try your own business working Mother. Mas Pram also has his GPA cumlaude also Bun. Want to be able to work according to her field,” Citra takes water in the dispenser gives to her husband.

“Halah, belgedhes. Who did not ask the Budi, you do not answer continuously. Can you not talk?,” Madam Doto turned off the TV and then left the child and daughter-in-law.

“Oma can not be naughty yes,” Amanda arrived just to rebuke her grandmother, still holding her beloved Angora cat.

“Later if naughty can be scratched by the Kity,” Said Amanda while lifting her cat named Kity it.

“My dear . . . The naughty father is the same Bundamuu,” Madame Doto rubbed her grandson's hair. It's obvious she loves Amanda. Indeed, Amanda's face is so similar to Citra's face as a child.

Prambudi entered his room, which was so luxurious and beautiful. TV, AC, complete but still not make him feel at home. Prambudi changed his shirt with a white t-shirt. The image follows entering the room, closing the door and then hugging her husband from behind.

“Maafin Mommy Yes Mas,” whispered Citra shrill.

“Udah regular,” Reply Prambudi short.

“Mas angry?,” Citra pecking shoulders prambudi. Prambudi just shut up.

“Maybe we should just look for a contract Cit. Then I'd better take your father's chicken coop. Let me take care, I'm gedhein myself. But we moved, not living here. Let me calm down, I can focus Cit,” Prambudi restrain his anger.

“Terserah Mas only, anyway I follow Mas,” Citra staring Prambudi, blue eyes so beautiful owned by her husband. Prambudi hugged Citra tightly, there was gratitude expressed in Prambudi's heart had a good wife and understanding of Citra.

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