The Skewers House
The unexpected guest

Linda's car is moving through the rain. The streets feel empty. Most people would prefer to be in the house hugging his warm blanket or maybe drinking hot coffee while chatting with his beloved family. Entering the streets made of Linda cement slightly reduced the speed of her car.

"Mas Pram's house is still far away?" Linda opened the conversation after a while they just stayed in the car.

"Lumayan, actually not far away. Only the road is a bit damaged, making the trip so quite long," Prambudi stared at the rainwater that was seen flowing on the glass outside the car.

"Mas Pram used to marry young huh? I see in the employee data, our age is not too much different. But Mas Pram was married, ., ." Linda further reduced the speed of her car, the road felt more uneven. The condition of the many puddles in the road hole also makes Linda sedan cars prone to gasruk if driven at high speed.

"Udah has a child too, "Prambudi chimed.

"Ah yes it is also Mas," Linda smiled.

"Yes, me and the young marriage image. Too young may be for some," Prambudi explained, his gaze was far-reaching.

"Enak Mas married young?," Linda asked again.

"It's the boy, we love each other, '" Prambudi smiled, remembering the image.

"Weiisss, so envious of me" Linda smiled wryly.

Linda is increasingly curious, what exactly Prambudi's wife. Prambudi loved his wife so much that he was able to resist the temptation of Linda. Linda feels herself to be quite beautiful, sexy and attractive. Even her former lovers could not resist her charm. Even when their love affair runs aground, the exes still like to contact Linda to ask for a return.

But Prambudi is different. He was married and very loyal to his wife. I don't know why Linda's heart is getting more uncertain. There is a curious sensation that so great Linda felt to be able to conquer the man who was next to her.

"Mending you is also a sneak look for Lin's partner," Prambudi was heard giving advice. A really sensitive suggestion to say. Everyone has the right to decide when to find a life partner. Other people don't need to give advice for that sort of thing. However, for some reason Prambudi was intrigued to say so.

"Ha ha ha. .still eat it yourself Mas. Besides, it's kind of hard to find a match, anyway" Linda chuckled.

"When there is a match, it turns out that there are already those who have," Linda squinted at Prambudi.

Arriving in front of them was a pedestrian crossing the road.

"Awas Lin!," Prambudi half shouted in surprise.

Linda hurriedly stepped on the brakes of her car. There was a loud squeaking, Linda's car suddenly died. Linda then opened the side glass of the steering wheel.

"Brengsw! Want to die?" cried Linda while pointing her middle finger.

The figure that crossed just now was silent not looking. His clothes were all black, wearing an umbrella that was black as well, turning his back on Prambudi and Linda. No flinching, just staying by the side of the road.

"Freak basis!," Linda revives her car, and continues on her way. While Prambudi is still observing the figure through the rearview mirror. Nape of his neck stood up, Prambudi goosebumps. Prambudi then reached into his pants pocket and closed his eyes.

Kekuwunge byar padhang

"Mas Pram sleepy?" Linda asked to see Prambudi who closed his eyes.

"No. Oh, that's Linda. .my house is right at the end of the fork," Prambudi pointed to his house. Linda nodded, they finally arrived at Prambudi's house.

Linda stopped the car. The rain was still quite heavy, they got out of the car and half ran towards the front porch avoiding the rain. Citra and Amanda are seen waiting for Prambudi to come home. They both sat on the front porch.

Linda finally meets Citra, Prambudi's wife. Linda was quite surprised to see it. Prambudi has difficulty turning to other women. Because physically and face, the beauty of the image is almost perfect. Linda was upset by herself.

"Good afternoon father's son" Prambudi immediately pinched Amanda's cheek.

"Linda this is the one yesterday minjemin motorbike for me Cit," Prambudi explained.

"Oohhh," Citra muttered.

"Yes Ma'am, because the bike no one uses. Mas Pram was determined to return the bike. He said Ma'am who told me, " Linda smiled at Citra.

"Yes, because I don't like my husband has a debt of gratitude to others, let alone people he just knew," Citra said a little ketus.

"Ehemm," Prambudi cleared his throat, noticing the awkward atmosphere that made it uncomfortable.

"Let's go in" Prambudi opened the door and invited his guest into the house.

"Please sit down Lin," Prambudi invited Linda to sit down.

According to Linda, sitting in the living room chair faces a strange painting of the bride. While Prambudi carried Amanda to the kitchen, Citra followed behind her husband.

"Make a drink Cit. What anget tea is that," Prambudi dropped Amanda from his carrier.

"Father's son is getting heavier, more gedhe nih," Prambudi rubbed Amanda's head a little rough because of her clamor.

"Nr . . . Linda is beautiful yes," Citra opened the conversation while taking the tea bags in the jar. Prambudi realized the direction of Citra's conversation, then immediately hugged his wife from behind.

"Look for you anyway" Prambudi whispered softly. Her true image blushed in praise, but she still felt irritated and a little jealous.

"All are beautiful with their own character. Can't compare bandingin like that," Citra replied sewot.

"Jaudah deh, what do you say," Prambudi still wrestled spoiled on Citra. Amanda just followed, hugging Citra. Be that little family hugging together like teletubies.

Citra sighed, seeing her toddler son join her embrace. He smiled, this moment was the most precious moment in married life.

"Udah ah Mas's. Sana, your guest's meeting. Poor, cook dicuekin diwiarin alone," The image remembered Linda in the front room.

"Oh yes," Prambudi nodded, then inched back towards the vestibule.

Meanwhile Linda was still observing the painting before her. The actual painting is very beautiful. A bride with a bun, the details are amazing. However, the face is left blank, flat. Linda thinks the painting is not finished.

Duk duk

A sound, like footsteps down the stairs. Linda looked up, looking at who was coming down from the second floor. No one looks, the house feels empty. Linda was a little upset, she felt like a guest left alone. Not that important as he is?

Linda stood up from her seat then moved towards the living room, trying to see who had just been heard coming down the stairs. A little presumptuous actually, guests who had just come to the house had dared to go around alone without permission.

Linda found the stairs in the room before the kitchen. Linda was able to look into the kitchen, accidentally seeing Prambudi hugging Citra from behind. Linda's just getting upset. Guests dicuekin even left friendly.

Duk Duk Duk

Again, there was the sound of people walking on the stairs. Linda was curious, deciding to go upstairs, when a pat landed on her shoulder.

"Ahh," Linda's shocked not to be a bitch. It turned out that Prambudi was already next to him. Staring at him with a flat and strange face.

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