The Skewers House
Linda

The second day at work, Prambudi felt less excited and ogah ogahan. The longing for his beautiful wife was not channeled yesterday. Prambudi's mood was in disarray, Prambudi's head was filled with a shadow of rejection from his wife. His heart and pride as a man are hurt. Indeed yesterday was the first time Citra refused to make out with him. Especially with reasons that make no sense to Prambudi.

"Haahhh," Prambudi sighed, feeling very irritated when he often mistakenly entered numbers on his computer. Concentration's up, messy.

"Mas Pram why?" Linda asked astonished to see Prambudi as being agitated and troubled. Their table is next to each other. In one office, there are four employees. Prambudi, Linda and two other friends.

Linda walked to the Prambudi table. The road that bends really looks coquettish and spoiled. Linda lowered her head, closing her body to Prambudi. He seemed to research what was wrong with Prambudi's work.

"This is correct Mas, why is it like that urination?," Linda was still staring at Prambudi's computer screen up close.

Prambudi can smell the fragrance of Linda's perfume. Honestly, as a normal man, Prambudi currently feels deg deg deg and approached by a sweet girl in such a way. Moreover, Linda deliberately touched her shoulder to Prambudi's shoulder.

"Ah yes Ma'am, this is from earlier I often typed her," Prambudi bowed not daring to look at Linda. He really feels bullied. Linda is younger than him, still single, but why does it feel more experienced to make the opposite sex pounding?

"Concentration dong Mas" Linda blinked one eye at Prambudi, then walked back to her desk.

"Later home from work, no treat to drink ice teller yes Mas Pram, let more seger and spirit," Linda smiled, teasing Prambudi from her seat.

"Ah, don't make it. I will go home to call betor, later if the return is too late afternoon the bettor has no mangkal Mbak," Prambudi refused Linda's invitation. What Prambudi said is true.

"Oh Pram, if that's easy. Anyway, it won't set," Linda said urgently. Prambudi ran out of reasons to refuse, finally just silence. Besides the work is still a lot, it is not good to also linger long talking. Which will be taken care of later, Prambudi thought.

Only a moment to rediscover his work spirit, Prambudi suddenly felt like urinating. A little hasty prambudi gesa walked to the employee toilet. Toilets for male employees are located near a ready-to-market asbestos sorting warehouse. Prambudi hastened to the toilet.

The atmosphere of the toilet is quiet and quiet. There's only Prambudi there, alone. When finished, Prambudi washed his hands in the sink. It was then that a chill blew from the ventilation hole above where Prambudi was standing. Cold weather with a fragrant aroma of wine.

"Praaambuuuddiiiiii," a voice like a whisper in Prambudi's ear. Prambudi bergeming, not poking.

"Praambuuuddiiii," Again a voice whispered in Prambudi's ear along with the cold running down his neck.

Prambudi reached into his pants pocket, an object he held. Prambudi closed his eyes for a moment.

Ora duwe dimar brackets cumanthol pulung e atiku

The kekuwunge byar padhang

Jdaarrrr

The bathroom door slammed hard. After a while, Prambudi opened his eyes. And everything is back to normal. No more strange sounds, no more cold that made him goosebumps.

Prambudi rubbed some sweat on his forehead. Looked at his own face in the glass.

"Calm down" murmured Prambudi alone.

* * *

Exactly at four in the afternoon, Prambudi finally went home with Linda. No more reason to refuse. Moreover, his coworker girl today brought a small sedan car. The two of them slid out of the office, in the opposite direction of Prambudi's house.

"Where are we going, Ma'am?" asked Prambudi when he saw the road they were traveling in the opposite direction to his house.

"Don't call Ma'am, we're out of the office. Just call a name," Linda spoke as she scanned the streets in front of her which were quite a number of gaping holes.

"This is the road to home. Towards my house," Linda replied with her mischievous smile.

"Sir, why are we going to your house?" Prambudi was a little surprised by Linda's reply.

"Don't call Ma'am" Linda glared.

"Ah yes sorry. What are you going to your house, Linda? My wife and son are waiting at home. It's not good for you to bring home a married man" Prambudi looked at Linda with a serious face.

"Ha ha ha ha," Linda's laughter broke.

"What's so funny?" Prambudi didn't understand Linda, why she laughed so hard.

"Don't stiff stiff dry kayak kanebo. Your thinking is corrupt. I'm just taking you home. As co-workers, knowing each other's place of residence is a natural thing. Take it easy, I live alone in the house" Linda mocked Prambudi.

"Relax, I won't bite you Mas" Linda teased Prambudi. This time Prambudi kept quiet.

Linda's car turned on a road with smoother asphalt, then stopped at a house with clean white walls. Linda got out of the car, and so did Prambudi.

"Let's enter Mas" Linda invited Prambudi to enter the house.

"Ah, I'm here, yes" Prambudi refused, choosing to sit on a chair on the terrace of Linda's house.

"Hmmm, all right, Mas. I'm in for a second huh," Linda went inside the house.

Prambudi observed the house he now visited. It looks simple, not too big. But clean and neat. Some ornamental plants also look beautiful in the front yard with a mini-sized fish pond in the middle.

"Drink first mas," Linda surprised the dreamy Prambudi.

Prambudi was quite surprised to see Linda. He changed clothes, wearing a white sleeveless shirt that showed his smooth skin. Prambudi gulped, he felt he had to go home immediately. Prambudi quickly downed the syrup drink that served Linda.

"Linda, I have to go home soon" Prambudi confirmed his intention. Linda sighed softly.

"Yes. Don't think weird about me. I just want to lend this out" Linda handed over a motor key to Prambudi.

"What is this?," Prambudi asked cluelessly.

"It just so happened yesterday that I won a motorcycle raffle from the bank where I was staying. I have a motor, a car too. While Mas seems to need a vehicle to go home to work. So, while not loaned. Later if Mas has bought his own motorbike, give it back," Linda smiled looking at Prambudi.

Prambudi really felt bad. There's no way to refuse Linda's offer. In his heart, Prambudi cursed himself who had negative thoughts on his co-worker.

"Thank you Linda, your kindness will always be remembered," Prambudi received a motor key from Linda.

"Yes, same thing. Hurry home, your wife and children are waiting at home" Linda smiled, reminding Prambudi to be ashamed of himself.

Prambudi on the second day of work, home riding a new motorcycle. It seems like luck is starting to follow Prambudi's life.

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