The Skewers House
Cat

After Prambudi left for work, Citra tidied the dining table, washed dishes and burned plastic waste in the backyard. Moments later, Amanda wakes up from her sleep. Still hugging her doraemon doll Amanda walked following Citra to the backyard.

"Mamah's most beautiful son is awake apparently," Citra gently caressed Amanda's hair.

"Well, I want to make milk" Amanda rubbed her round eyes.

"Dear, let's go to the kitchen, baby" Take Citra with Amanda's hand.

Amanda sat in a chair waiting for her mom to make milk when the HP on the table rang loudly. A phone came in, Citra saw her HP. Call from Mrs Doto, the mother.

"Hallo Mommy," Citra greeted first.

"Citra Halloo. . . Howareyou? It's been a few days that you left Mother alone at home," Mrs Doto was heard crying.

"We are all healthy Mother. Me, Amanda and Mas Pram are all well," Citra answered Mrs Doto's question cheerfully, Citra really wanted to show her parents that she was happy with her small family.

"No need to talk to the Budi either. I don't think it's the way it is" Mrs Doto sewot.

"Image of my son, Mother please. .. tell Mother now where you live. Anyway Mommy will not make you as Manda came home, Mommy just wants to meet you guys anyway," Mrs Doto memelas and pleaded with Citra.

Citra felt unbearable as well actually, hearing her mother plead like that. Honestly, Citra has also missed home. Image kangen for the road to the mall in the city. As a child of rich people, he was used to living a nice, relaxed and a little luxurious.

Now, the image is like living life in a cage. But a cage with Prambudi in it is the purpose of Citra's life. Prambudi is a world for Citra. Living, aging and dying in a cage will Citra live with a smile if it is with Prambudi, her husband.

"Citra?," Call Mrs Doto, when there is no reply from Citra.

"Yes Mother," The image stuttered a little, conscious of her daydream.

"You know where you live now" Mrs Doto repeated her request.

"Next week let Citra come to visit the Mother's house," Citra decided next week to see her Mother.

"visited? Go home do you mean son?," Mrs Doto sounded not like the word selection used Citra.

"My house is now here Mother, same Mas Pram. Anyway Mother do not come here first, let me be the same Manda who went to Mother's house next week," Citra insisted, persevering with her decision.

"alright. Can Mommy talk to Manda?" Madame Doto felt bad for her granddaughter.

"Sorry Mother, Citra does not want Mother to influence Amanda to return to Mother's house. Yes, yes, Mother. Just wait for us to visit next week," Citra felt the need to be firm with her mother.

"Sorry Citra yes Mommy," Citra ended her phone call.

The image put its HP back. Eye angle Image feels wet. Citra's heart ached and could not bear to remember her treatment of Mrs Doto just now. But there is no other choice, the image must strengthen the heart. Her husband used to refrain from living in his house in humiliation. Now, when her husband gets a job and they can live independently then it is Citra's turn to sacrifice.

"Where are the milk?" Pinta Amanda. The image awakens, then immediately picks up a bottle of milk for Amanda.

"Before a while, my dear," Citra smiled at Amanda.

Dukk Duuk Dukkk

There was a sound, like it was coming from upstairs. The image fell silent, sharpening his hearing.

Duukkk dukk dukkk duukkk

This time the voice sounded louder and tubered, like there were small feet running around. The fur of Citra bristles. The hunting image hurriedly made milk for Amanda and asked Amanda to finish it immediately. Citra wants to get out of the house immediately, maybe today you want to go to Utami's house again, or to Sum's mother, or maybe to Idha's mother. I don't know, the important thing is to get out of the house.

"Maahh, what is that voice?," Amanda asked with her innocent face. It turned out that he had also heard what Citra had heard.

"Just try there is still Kity Maahh, the mouse will not dare to run away in our house," Amanda looks sad considering her dead cat.

"Yes Iangg, but yes how. . .Kity is no longer ad. . .," Image choked, do not continue the sentence. I heard a voice.

Meoowww Meoowww Meoowwww

The sound of a cat, the exact sound of Kity. The image grew increasingly fearful, his nape felt cold.

"Well, that's like Kity. She's alive again Mah," Amanda jumped, her innocent face looking happy.

"Dear mother, the dead living thing can't possibly live anymore" Image of fear, clasping Amanda's hand tightly.

Meeoowww Meoowww Meeooow

"That's Mah Dengerin Maahh. That's Kity Maahh. Maybe it's a pity to see Amanda sad, so she wakes up again Mah," Amanda insists that the voice of the cat above is Kity.

"Look Mah we're up, we'll see" Amanda whined.

"Don't darling. It wasn't Kity, believe Mamah," Citra tried to convince Amanda.

"Look let's see Maahh. Manda wants to see, "Amanda is becoming more and more, shaking the grip of Citra's hand.

"I'm kind of, "Picture looked at Amanda, shaking her head. Cue Amanda not to look up.

"Just Manda wanted to see," Amanda was about to cry, her face flushed red. The image is getting confused and riled up.

Meeoowww

The Duukk Dukk Dukkk Dukkk

There were small footsteps coming down the stairs. The image gulped, hugging Amanda tightly.

Dukkks

Meeoowww

Seen, a cat came to Citra and Amanda. A black cat with a long tail. It turns out that Kity is not alive anymore, only his voice is similar. But where did the cat come from? The cat climbed onto the table and immediately sat sweetly in front of Citra and Amanda.

"Funny yes Mah," Amanda looks cheerful, immediately stroking the cat elus in front of her. The still image, still observing the wild cat that arrived just appeared from the top floor. The cat looks clean well groomed, the color is really jet black there is no other pattern on his body. The right eyeball is brownish while the left is bluish.

"It's good, but his eyes are different. .Mamah recently saw a cat like this," Citra muttered, Amanda took notice.

"It's funny Maahh. We take care of Mahhh, " Amanda pleads with Citra.

"But it could be the neighbor's property, son. Maybe someone has, you know," Citra looks hesitant to approve the request of her son.

"Yes a while before anyone nyari Maahh. We take care of ya. Yes Mah yaa," Pinta Amanda, whining at Citra.

"Yes," Citra finally relented, following Amanda's wishes.

Meeooooow

The cat meowed long, as if it knew it had got a new master.

Connect. . .