The Skewers House
First day home from work

"Aahhhh," Prambudi wriggled.

At 4pm, it's time to go home. The first day of work all day staring at a computer screen, in fact, makes Prambudi's eyes quite tired. I want to go home soon and see his wife's beautiful face welcomed with a smile of red lips.

Prambudi stroked elus his own chest. There was a tremor in his chest. And that is the longing, the longing for Citra. Even though less than 8 hours did not meet, but why have you come to miss?

Prambudi took HP in his bag. There are several WAs in, from Citra. All WA Citra contents told to go home immediately.

"Basic, you've missed it too" Prambudi muttered and smiled to himself.

"Good afternoon Mas Pram," Linda, one of Prambudi's co-workers greeted. The sweet girl with a mature brown skin, who had not graduated from college for too long, became Prambudi's one-room coworker.

"Sore Mbak," Prambudi smiled kindly. Although Linda is younger, she is said to be more senior at work.

"Kok Ma'am? I'm younger than you. Just call me Dik ya," Linda looks coquettish. Prambudi was a little bit aware that the girl was interested in him. But only the image is in Prambudi's heart.

"Not polite later Ma'am. Oh yes, excuse me first, the wife is waiting at home," Prambudi tidied up his desk, then rushed to leave Linda.

"Oh, okay. See you tomorrow" Linda said sourly.

The motorcycle rickshaw driver was waiting for Prambudi across the street from the front entrance of the office.

"Go home Mas?," asked the bettor when Prambudi had boarded in the passenger seat.

"Emmm. .to the self-service first Sir. There's something I want to buy" Prambudi replied kindly.

"OK, ready," the bettor pulled the gas slowly. There was the sound of the engine roaring, as if protesting with the modifications the bettor had made to him.

Arriving at the supermarket, Prambudi immediately went down and advised the bettor to wait for him. Prambudi chose some items at the supermarket. There are fresh bread, peanut butter and chocolate Amanda's favorite, not to forget some snacks for her son, also some chips for Prambudi and Citra chat friends later tonight. Prambudi also purchased a k*nd*m. Yes, Prambudi and Citra decided not to add children first at this time.

Prambudi paid at the cashier, and then immediately invited the motorcycle rickshawman to quickly go home. Along the way Prambudi is constantly whistling and kicking, it is clear that he is happy now.

"His bag just won the lottery?," asked the bettor looking at the passenger who was so jolly happy.

"Ha ha ha, no sir. Yes again, this is the life I dream of. At this hour coming home from work, home greeted by wife and child, like a dream so real," Prambudi stared at the sky that looks beautiful orange tinge.

"Emang e life that was not like today to Mas, not happy that?," the bettor asked further.

"No, yesterday I stayed with my in-laws. Not very good sir. Kayak in hell," Prambudi was upset to recall his life at Mr. Doto's house.

"Ha ha ha, Mas nya kayak know hell aja," The bettor laughed out loud bahak.

"That's how household life is. Because when we marry someone that means we also marry his family," The bettor gave advice, mimicking a sentence he heard on TV a while ago.

"The problem is, the family does not want me to marry. .ha ha ha ha," Prambudi laughed.

Without feeling rickshaw motorbike riding has arrived at home.

"No. My wife and son were also waiting at home," The bettor replied half laughing, as if mimicking and mocking Prambudi who could not wait to go home because his wife and child were waiting for him. After the passengers disembarked safely, the bettor immediately turned around and pulled the gas from his motorbike inside.

Prambudi immediately entered the house. However, unlike his wishful thinking and expectations, there was no welcome at home. His wife and son were not seen at all. The house feels empty and quiet.

"Partner? The mandanda? Where are you?" Prambudi called, but there was no word.

"Dad go home" Again, Prambudi half-cried. Still quiet, Prambudi felt a little annoyed.

Prambudi reached for HP in his bag, then tried to contact HP Citra number. The next instant the HP ringing broke the silence from the direction of the kitchen. As Prambudi was about to head for the kitchen, footsteps entered the house, Citra and Amanda came from outside.

"Where are you?" Prambudi asked, a little annoyed that no one welcomed him when he got home from work.

"From Mas's neighbors," answered Citra in short.

"Well? I just came home, the house was deserted like a grave," Prambudi was coed, inexplicably he felt irritable at this moment. Maybe because of tired or expectations that are not in accordance with reality.

"That's it. Me and Manda don't want to linger at home for long if there's no you," There's fear in Citra's eyes.

"Why the hell? That's Manda why are her eyes puffy?," Prambudi asked to see Amanda's eyes that were swollen with tears.

"Kity died Mas. Falling from the balcony, strange deh Mas," Citra looked at her husband.

"How weird? There's a dead cat you say weird. The falling painting you also said was strange. A little strange, that strange you become Cit," Prambudi increasingly raised his tone.

"Kok Mas angry angry anyway?," Citra asked not understand.

"I'm not angry anyway, you only if you like it does not make sense" Prambudi dodged.

"Yaudah yaudah, Mas Pram want to make coffee? But later if it's gone tired please Kity buried yes in the backyard," Citra walked to the kitchen. Prambudi was actually about to protest his wife's order, but she refrained.

Prambudi and Amanda followed Citra into the kitchen. Prambudi sat on the chair and gave the snack he had bought earlier at the supermarket to Amanda. The boy was quite happy to be accepted by his father, although the sadness of Kity's death still appeared in the spotlight.

"Don't be sad baby, Sunday we'll buy a new, funnier cat" Prambudi gently stroked Amanda's hair.

"This is the coffee Mas," Citra presents a cup of coffee for Prambudi.

"Mas, I if you are fit for work do not want to be in this house alone," Citra again conveyed her heart. Prambudi sighed softly.

"Well, what do you want? Nyari maids is that let there be temen? I don't have Cit's money yet" Prambudi blew on his hot coffee niup.

"You must not be spoiled Cit," Inexplicably the annoyance in Prambudi's heart again overflowed. The silent image was stunned, he did not dare to answer, did not want to argue. Maybe later this conversation continued when her husband was more relaxed, Citra thought.

Connect . . .

This chapter was inspired by my feelings when the first day of work, really wanted to be welcomed, but until the house turned out to be empty. Everyone on the go somewhere, it feels so bad.. . .😅😅😅😅