The Skewers House
Dining table and stairs

Maghrib Kity was buried in the backyard. Amanda looks so happy, she looks so sad. Prambudi also felt lost. The cute adorable little princess cat is gone. But to say what, every one who comes will definitely go, every living one will surely die.

"Look we go into the house dear, it's dark," said Prambudi, embracing his little girl who was still sitting pecking at the place where Kity was buried. Amanda nodded, then walked into the house with Prambudi.

Amanda was seen coming straight into the room. Prambudi caught up with Amanda, looked at her for a bit. Amanda immediately fell asleep and put a blanket on her own bed. Prambudi sighed, pitying to see his little daughter grieving like that.

For a while, the family slept in one room. His room is located on the first floor next to the stairs to the second floor. Letting Amanda sleep alone in a new place, Prambudi and Citra feel unbearable. The room on the second floor was not cleaned yet

Then Prambudi walked back to the kitchen. His wife was busy preparing dinner.

"How is Mas?" Citra asked as she flipped her omelet.

"Pity him, look very sad," Prambudi played a spoon in front of him. He flipped back the surface of the spoon while daydreaming.

"If I take our vacation to petshop deh, I can't bear to see Manda sad like Cit," Prambudi still looks dreamy.

"Mas Pram still has money?" Citra took rice for her husband.

"There is still Cit. I will arrange it later, so it will be enough until I pay next month" Prambudi sighed.

"How much did you save yesterday? How can it be so much? Make this buy it," Citra asked curiously.

"There anyway. You don't have to worry about finances, baby, it's my job," Prambudi grasped Citra's hand. The two sat face to face at the dining table.

"Yes . . I did not try to call Manda ya Mas, did not eat," Citra moved to the room. Prambudi nodded in agreement.

Prambudi alone at the dining table, when the sayup sayup heard the sound of the back door as knocked on tap using the index finger.

Tluk Tluk Tluk

Prambudi immediately stood up and walked towards the back door. A little tiptoed he reached the back door and as fast as lightning opened it. Nothing, the backyard looks gloomy because the lighting from the lights are not too bright.

Plaakk

A stab on Prambudi's shoulder. Prambudi was a little shocked.

"Why Mas Pram?" Citra stood behind Prambudi.

"Why not do anything, just checking the back porch lights like it's time to change," Prambudi reasoned.

"Where's Manda?" Prambudi closed the back door and locked it. Then sit back at the dining table.

" It's sleeping Mas," Citra replied in half a whisper.

The couple enjoyed dinner together. Actually Citra is not a really cooking pinter. Some times the cuisine is made salty, or sometimes also tasted bland. But Prambudi always craves to eat it. There is happiness for Prambudi when spending the cuisine of his beautiful wife.

After eating, they did not move, remained in his seat, chatting and fro while enjoying the chips that Prambudi had bought earlier. A daily chat that always feels fun for the couple. Citra tells of her cute new friend, Bu Sumini. Prambudi who tells how his work makes the eyes tired quickly because they are in front of a computer screen continuously.

"Yes Mas, we need a refrigerator, a TV too, thanksgiving washing machine," Citra chimed in. Prambudi smiled wryly.

"A lot, I need a bike too. Credit only time yes," Prambudi scratched his itchy head.

"How much is Mas Pram?," Citra asked.

"Emm. .ah, is the point. Enough later, sure enough," Prambudi seemed reluctant to discuss it.

"Yes yes, we need a TV for entertainment at this hour," Prambudi mangosteen mangosteen.

The image takes the headset on a plate shelf, then sticks it in its HP. He thrust one headset at Prambudi, while the other one he put into his own ear hole.

"Ngapain?" asked Prambudi did not understand.

"Dengerin radio, this entertainment Mas. I had requested a song via WA to my favorite broadcaster," Citra invited Prambudi to listen to the radio. Prambudi, according to him, put the headset next to his ear.

"This time Dani will bacain request a song from you. The first via WA came from Citra. Hello Citra good evening by night huh. Emmm, Citra requests songs from the Pilot Band titled all my life. The song was special for her husband, Mas Pram, who had just returned from work on the first day. Woo hooo, so sweet. Excitement yes to Mas Pram. .daann. . .the song is direct Dani puter special for both of you. Pilot all my life, check this one out, "The voice of the radio announcer sounded cheerfully in Prambudi's ear.

"Pas Mas, when we hear my request when it is read," Citra looks happy, Prambudi smiled. His wife who is the son of a wealthy conglomerate, in fact looks happy in this way. There is no luxury given by Prambudi, just sharing the headset together in the evening.

All my life I just want to be with you at all times

A melodious song in the ears of the couple. Prambudi grasped Citra's hand tightly. They stare at each other, take off the headset and land each other a friendly kiss.

The image draped his hand on Prambudi's neck. Prambudi raised Citra and sat her down on the table. They kissed again with heat. Prambudi began to touch every curve of his wife's body. Landing a few kisses on the neck made Citra sigh slowly.

A slightly rough image opens one by one Prambudi shirt buttons. Prambudi also wildly touched his wife's body. They love each other, give and have each other.

In Prambudi's decapitation half drunk kepayang arrived Citra saw a long-haired figure peeking from the stairs upstairs. The image flinched, breaking all longing for her husband. That feeling is now changing with horror and fear.

"What's Cit?," Prambudi who doesn't know what's confused when Citra pushes him away.

"Mas, there's a peek from the stairs. I'm afraid Mas," Citra's body creeps great. Prambudi turned his head, there was nothing and no who.

Prambudi then walked towards the stairs, looking and ascertaining what Citra saw. There's nothing. Prambudi also climbed a few steps, looking up to the top floor. Nihil, there are only profit nests there.

"Just the feeling you just love," Prambudi stroked Citra's hair.

"Let's continue that one," Prambudi smiled, hoping to continue what they had started earlier. But Citra had already lost her mood.

"Excuse me not now, I'm afraid," Citra's body still looked trembling. The image went to the room, leaving Prambudi who was now alone in front of the dining table.

Prambudi grunted annoyedly.

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