The Skewers House
A quarrel

Citra tried several times to call her husband, but there was no answer. There was a sense of uneasiness in his heart, already at 5 pm Prambudi had not yet reached home. Citra and Amanda were waiting for him on the front page. They refused to enter the house before Prambudi returned home.

After breakfast, Citra and Amanda went straight to Bu Utami's house. They prefer to hang out with their neighbors all day rather than being at home. Fortunately the neighbors are so kind and understanding, or maybe they all already know something is wrong from the house so understand if the residents are not at home.

About ten minutes later, the sound of a motorbike entering the yard. Prambudi riding a new matic motorbike, Citra was quite surprised to see it.

"Whose motor is Mas?," asked Citra full of inquires.

"Occounted to the office," Prambudi smiled with a reply that sounded original.

"Seriously? How good is it?," Citra asked once more.

"Yes. Yok enter yuk. You guys wait for me kann" Prambudi grinned.

"Kok can be loaned Mas motor?," Citra again asked when they were already inside the house.

"I don't know, that's Cit's kindness. It might be a pity to see a new co-worker who has nothing like me," Prambudi took the drinking water at the dispenser and downed it.

"Your office management is a girl or a mas guy?," Citra continuously asked, making Prambudi feel uncomfortable. There was a sense of annoyance in his heart.

"What is important?" Prambudi asked.

"Yes important Mas," The image looks sullen.

"Girl's work management" answered Prambudi in short. Image's eyes immediately glared, there was anger in the look in his eyes.

"That's . . . Not really that. Anyway the motor should be returned immediately," Image raised his voice.

"You why the hell?" Prambudi looked at Citra.

"Mas, no one arrived that well when only two days knew. There must be shrimp behind the stone Mas," Citra really angry this time.

"Huh? You do not know the person who has been accused of not not, it is not good Cit," Prambudi really feel upset.

"Try thinking, where there are people arriving to borrow a motorbike. New motor anyway," Citra pointed to her own head.

"Au ah's. I'm going home from work, tired. Why are you even arguing. I obviously yes, it's a motor . . .my winner gets a gift from the bank savings, rather than not kepake loaned to me. Shrimp behind the stone where try," Prambudi grumbled.

"I don't like it anyway. Tomorrow return to his person," Image restrained with his orders.

Braaakkkkkkk

Prambudi banged on the dining table. He grunted annoyedly. His anger has peaked. Tired of his body, tired of his heart. The image was a little shocked by Prambudi's temperament this time. There was fear in his heart. Prambudi had never been this angry with her.

"Yeah, don't be angry father, yes" suddenly Amanda just clasped Prambudi's hand.

Prambudi turned his head, saw the little girl with round eyes looking at him pleading. His anger gradually subsided. Prambudi then crouched down in front of Amanda.

"I'm sorry, son" Prambudi said. Only that sentence could Prambudi say. He was well aware, a great sin showing anger and contention in front of a boy.

"All right, tomorrow the bike will be returned," said Prambudi, sighing, then standing back up.

Prambudi took a glass and poured water from the dispenser.

"Drink, water will cool your heart" Prambudi offered water to Citra.

The image received it, then drank it up the toilet.

"Now I want to take a shower first" Prambudi stepped into the backyard to pick up a towel.

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After Maghrib Citra felt a tremendous drowsiness. Amanda even went to bed first. While Prambudi is still seen in front of the table reading books, a large cup of coffee accompanies him. The image walked up to her husband.

"Emotion makes your body tired quickly" Prambudi replied lightly.

"What yes," Citra sneered at her husband's words.

"I haven't cooked yet. Mas want not make what?," Citra was about to turn on the stove when Prambudi clasped his hand.

"No, you just sleep. Later I will not buy meatballs or make noodles," said Prambudi slowly. Prambudi looked at Citra with a glaring look.

"No need to look at me like that Mas," Citra smiled.

"I'm sorry Cit" Prambudi said softly.

"For what Mas?," Citra asked no understand, the drowsiness became more so.

"Yes for everything. Had you not known me, perhaps your life would have been much happier" Prambudi wrapped his hands around the tiny waist of Citra.

"Better to live without you? Nonsense," Citra sat on Prambudi's lap resting her head on Prambudi's shoulder. Because his drowsiness was unbearable again, Citra closed her eyes, falling asleep comfortably in Prambudi's arms.

"Patience baby, I'll try to make you happy. Whatever the way," Prambudi kissed his wife's forehead who had fallen asleep.

Prambudi immediately raised Citra's body, feeling light. Prambudi brought Citra into the room and put her to bed. He looked at his wife and son in turn. Then take the jacket on the hanger. With a little tiptoed Prambudi exited the room.

Prambudi walked out of the house, closing the front door slowly. The sky looked so dark, but it was only half seven. Prambudi led his motorcycle to the road, turned it on and immediately hurtled through the cold of the countryside.

Prambudi drove his motorbike through the cement road, to enter on a smooth paved road. Prambudi continues to increase the speed of his motorbike towards the city. There's a place he needs to visit tonight.

Arriving Prambudi in a sparkling place, the more the night looks bright and crowded. In that place, the female male pair without a bond. Prambudi sat in one corner of the stall, ordering ginger wedang and boiled noodles. His eyes were giddy, looking here and there, watching everyone who was there.

Whether since when Prambudi quite often visit the place, lok*lis*si largest in the city. At first he came there to follow and spy on Mr. Doto. At that time Prambudi finally knew, that Mr. Doto likes 'screams' in this place. A secret that Prambudi used as a weapon, until finally he was allowed to invite his son.

Mr. Doto is a stubborn man. When he found out Citra was pregnant, at first he still did not want to marry his only daughter to Prambudi. Until finally Prambudi looking for a gap to slightly threaten the arrogant conglomerate. And lok*lis*this is the ace. But somehow since when, Prambudi so quite often hang out in a place that he should not visit it.

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Duk Duk Duk

Kriieetttt

A sound woke the image. Sound from upstairs. The image saw his HP, twelve o'clock night over ten minutes. The image of looking for Prambudi, her husband was not in bed. A little hesitant he came out of his bedroom.

"Mass? Mas Pram?," Citra called her husband.

The night was so cold, Citra held her arms around herself. The image was about to set its foot up the stairs, when a voice greeted him kindly from the top floor.

"Kok wake up baby?" Prambudi smiled as he went down the stairs.

"Why is it above?," Citra asked in wonder.

"Why not do anything, just look at the moon on the balcony," said Prambudi slowly.

"Look we sleep again, I sleep," Prambudi took Citra back into the room.

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