The Skewers House
Linda's Feelings

This afternoon there was a sound of thunder that was so boisterous. It looks like the rain will rain down on the earth no longer with a soft speck. The weather forecast also indicated heavy rain. Prambudi has tidied up his desk, and has sent a message via WA to the motorcycle rickshawman to pick him up.

Prambudi approached Linda at her desk. Linda still looks busy, but saw Prambudi approaching Linda hurriedly pulled over her mouse and keyboard. He still managed to stroke her slightly matted hair.

"What is Mas Pram?" Linda put on a smiling face.

"Where to say Ma'am," Prambudi scratched his head, looking confused.

"What the hell is Mas? Speaking of which frankly," Linda smiled mischievously.

"Anu, I want to turn the bike back" said Prambudi, thrusting the key to Linda.

Linda was silent for a moment, her expression changed. Linda is confused.

"Why Mas? How's it going?" Linda scrunched her forehead. Prambudi remained silent in front of him.

"Mas Pram already bought his own motorbike?," Linda asked, Prambudi shook his head.

"Teruuss?," Linda urged an explanation.

"Anu Lin, uh Sister Linda. . .my wife doesn't like me to pinch the bike to the team," Prambudi explained the reason.

"Huh?? Why?," Linda still did not accept Prambudi's excuse.

"Yes, no twitch Ma'am, worried he will not use that blister. Even pity that has," Prambudi again looking for an excuse.

"Aren't you looking for Mas Pinjeman?? I am the nawarin. Just bring the bike. Scuffing is also not a problem," Linda refused the return of the motor key from Prambudi.

"No, thank you very much to me. It's the key and the bike's not turning," Prambudi finally put the key on Linda's desk.

"Don't don't don't your wife doesn't like it because she knows that the motorbike minjemin to you is a girl. Jealousy is your wife. My intentions are good, Mommy" Linda looks upset.

"Well her name is also Ma'am's girl" Prambudi smiled.

"You're not responsible anyway, Mas" Linda stood up from her seat.

"What do you mean?" Prambudi did not understand Linda's words.

"Yes cook the bike back in Mas's office, how do I bring the bike home. Balikin his motorbike, anterin until home dong," Linda smiled, Prambudi looked worried.

"Yes too, Ma'am. Yaudah, not between the bikes until home," Prambudi sighed, then reached into his HP sending a message to the motorcycle rickshawman to cancel his pick-up.

"Wait for me dong Mas," Linda immediately tidied up her desk and followed behind Prambudi.

With a little rush, Prambudi finally reached Linda's house first. Linda is behind Prambudi. The sky looks dark black, Prambudi wants to go home soon.

"Linda, I'm going straight home" Prambudi handed Linda the keys.

When Prambudi was about to step out of Linda's house, suddenly the grains of rain spilled from the sky. Very heavy rain accompanied by strong winds.

"Almost Mas first. This is a very deres. What do you want to go up? Walking?" Linda prevented Prambudi's departure. Again, Prambudi could only sigh resignedly. Finally, with a shunt he chose to sit on the terrace chair of Linda's house.

"Will not go inside? It's cold here, inside it's anget Mas" Linda smiled seductively at Prambudi. The temptation Prambudi ignores because he is busy sending messages to his wife. Linda smiled wryly.

"Yaudah Mas wait here first not to make an angel drink," Linda went into the house. Prambudi still looks riled up.

It was raining very hard, Prambudi sent a message to Citra that he was caught in the rain. But unfortunately, the cellular network is being error may also be due to unfriendly weather. Prambudi's message was not sent.

"This Mas please drink," Linda was already on the terrace again, presenting a hot ginger wedang with a thin smoke billowing.

"Cold yes Mas" Linda said while rubbing her arm.

"Your clothes are too thin" answered Prambudi while sipping ginger wedang from Linda.

"Ha ha ha, it's comfortable like this, Mas" Linda laughed loudly.

"Mas Pram doesn't like it?" Linda asked, trying to tease Prambudi.

"Huh? What?" Prambudi pura did not understand.

"Not like to see a girl in scanty clothes," Linda looked at Prambudi.

"Oohh, I don't like any girl Linda. Except for my wife and child" Prambudi said firmly.

"What a serious answer" Linda nodded. Linda was annoyed, Prambudi yesterday felt more open, but today turned to be firm and closed.

"Mas, you're the kind of husband who's afraid of same wife huh," Linda asked half a guess.

"Not really," answered Prambudi short. He once again looked at his HP, no cellular network.

""Hmmm, tissue is hard when it rains wind. What if Mas does not anterin go home with the car alone," said Linda volunteered.

"No need, later ngrepotin," Prambudi refused subtly.

"No bother with it. Look at the dark sky, the old rain. Do you want to stay here? Or is it Mas kerasan here?" Linda felt cornered Prambudi.

Linda was curious, wanted to know Prambudi's house and also wanted to see Prambudi's wife. He wondered what kind of woman Prambudi loved so much.

"Hmmm, alright," Prambudi relented, accepting Linda's offer to drive her home.

"However, I don't change my clothes first" Linda walked into the house.

Linda immediately picked a dress. He does not want to look less okay when dealing with Prambudi's wife. Linda did not forget to also improve her makeup, use fragrant oil, anyway Linda wants to look as much as possible.

"Let's Mas" Linda said after a long time choosing clothes.

Prambudi. He looked at Linda. Linda wears a canal dress, the top is quite open with a pulkadot pattern. The fragrant aroma is also fragrant, with a thin makeup that features her oval face. Frankly, in his heart Prambudi admitted that this girl in front of him was very sweet.

"Old message," Prambudi muttered to himself.

"Ha ha ha. . long ago yes I was dancing?," Linda laughed at Prambudi's grumbling.

"Well, her name is also Mas's daughter. How, beautiful am I?" Linda asked Prambudi, touching her elbow to Prambudi's arm. Prambudi was a little surprised by Linda's question, and ended up just nodding.

"Hi hi, thank you. Seneng is beautiful" Linda chuckled. This girl is really centile.

Linda felt like she had never been this aggressive to a man before. But from the first moment he met Prambudi, he was already interested in the man. Not only handsome with sturdy posture, for Linda Prambudi has an aura and charisma that makes her curious. Linda realized that she should not try to damage the 'pager ayu' of people's household life, but the feeling was already so big in her heart.

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