The Skewers House
Prambudi Plan

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HP on the table, the bedside shook violently. The image opens its eyes, looking at the clock on the wall at four in the morning. The image took the HP of her husband who still roared that roar. A call from a number called Orphanage.

“Mas, Mas Pram,” Citra shook her husband's body.

“Hmmmm,” Prambudi just cleared his throat, not yet open his eyes.

“There's a phone, from Panti,” Citra still shook Prambudi's body shake.

Hearing that, Prambudi immediately woke up, stood up and grabbed his HP. In a bit of a hurry Prambudi received a phone call and walked out of the room.

“Hallo Mbah . .,” Prambudi exit room and close door.

The image scrunched his forehead. As he remembered, if he received a call from the orphanage his husband always looked rushed and his face looked frightened. Citra had never once invited Prambudi to the place of her husband's childhood. Prambudi also does not like to discuss his life first. It was as if Prambudi wanted to forget his past memories. The image again spread its body, seeing Amanda who slept next to her hugging a doraemon doll of the wrong color. Doraemon doll with striking pink color.

A few moments later, Prambudi went back into the room. His face looked calm, unlike when he picked up the phone earlier. Prambudi holds a glass of water and then thrusts at Citra.

“Thank you,” Say Citra received a glass of water given her husband.

Small things like this are what makes Citra so dear to Prambudi. Her husband was very considerate although not luxurious.

“You want to wake up or sleep again?,” Prambudi whisper gently. The image gulped down the water in his hand until the toilet.

“Emm, I think I want to sleep again yes Mas,” Citra still feel drowsiness.

“I want to go to Panti,” Prambudi talking still half whisper.

“Now?,” Citra is a little surprised, because it is still very early in the morning.

“Iya, you said there is a very important caretaker,” Prambudi replied quickly.

“No later?,” Citra asked again, but drowsiness became more so.

“You just sleep yes Darling . .,” Prambudi gently caressed Citra. The image nodded, according to her husband. The image is very fast asleep, immediately asleep.

Prambudi looked at his wife's sleeping face. Stay beautiful and charming without makeup. Prambudi landed a kiss on Citra's forehead, then did not forget to kiss his wife's lips as red as the rose petals. Prambudi grabbed a butut jeans jacket on a clothes hanger then tiptoed out of the room.

A luxurious and magnificent house that feels very quiet in the morning. Prambudi rushed to pick up his bike in the garage. Mr. Satpam was a little surprised to see his employer's daughter-in-law in the morning was ready to leave the house. In haste, the security guard opened the gate.

“Where are you Mr?,” What is Satpam friendly sir.

“You're out for a moment sir. Search for the wind,” Prambudi smiled looking at the twilight Satpam Sir. This big house is guarded by a security guard who has begun to age with a thin dry body, Prambudi was a little surprised by it.

“Sir, I have reminded you many times, do not call me Sir. Just call Budi, as in the past yes,” Prambudi turned on his motor, then immediately passed splitting the cold of the morning air.

“You are a good person, although less fortunate,” Pak Satpam muttered to himself watching Prambudi's departure. His former co-worker, who has now become the daughter-in-law of his employer.

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At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Prambudi returned from the Orphanage. His clothes and pants were somehow dirty full of mud. His body was also drenched in sweat.

“Mas from where the hell?,” Citra asked Prambudi who turned on the water faucet that is usually used to water the plant. Prambudi washed his body in the front garden.

“From Orphanage, this morning I have permission dear,” Prambudi replied casually.

“Why is Mas's body so dirty?,” Citra asked, approaching her husband.

“The channel of water in Panti mampet, so this was the work of devotion and some there,” Prambudi replied while looking at his wife who looked beautiful wearing a yellow T-shirt with white jeans that showed the curves of his body. Looks sexy and unchanged since the first Prambudi knew his wife.

“Please get me a towel dong dear,” Prambudi smiled spoiled at Citra. The image nodded and immediately went to take the towel beside the house. Madam Doto looks unhappy with the affection of the child and his daughter-in-law.

After feeling clean, Prambudi walked into the house to the room, leaving the child and his in-laws who were still busy taking care of the feline. Citra caught up with Prambudi not long after.

Prambudi undressed, revealing his naturally formed abdominal muscles. Maybe his parents used to have good body muscles so that they decreased to their children. Darling Prambudi never knew who and what his parents were like. The image went into the room, carrying a towel.

“Amanda where?,” Tanya Prambudi, saw Citra coming alone into the room.

“Outside, Kity toys with Bunda Mas,” Citra handed the towel to Prambudi.

Unexpectedly Prambudi immediately lifted Citra's body and dropped it onto a soft mattress in front of her.

“Mas?,” Image suffocates slowly.

Prambudi smiled briefly, then clasped his wife. Kiss and kiss his wife's red lips with a gasp.

“Maassss?,” Citra smiled while keeping Prambudi's face away from her.

“What?,” Prambudi stares at Citra sincerely.

“Later at night,” Citra whispers gently, Prambudi laughs.

“By the way, I got a work call this morning,” Prambudi switched the conversation.

“Iya? Where?,” Citra asked enthusiastically.

“In K Subdistrict. The asbestos manufacturing plant. I was placed in his warehouse, the input part of the goods came and went,” Prambudi replied while wearing the shirt he took from the closet.

“That's pretty far from here Mas. Almost two hours drive, you know,” Citra worried if she had to leave her husband to work. He felt he could not resist longing if he had to linger long not to meet Prambudi.

“Then from that, this is our chance Cit,” Prambudi smiled meaningfully.

“I mean Mas?,” Citra asked did not understand.

“I want to start a contract in the area. We move there, we build a happy household Citra, without anyone disturbing and insulting me,” Prambudi looks excited. The image was silent, there was doubt in his heart. Could it be that her parents would just take it off? Feels difficult.

“Why are you quiet? Don't want to?,” Tanya Prambudi saw his silent wife sculpting.

“Mau Mas, tapi . . .Is it possible that father and mother allow?,” Tanya Citra hesitates.

“You are my wife. You are my responsibility, mine. Not your parents' dependents anymore. We'll go quiet. I'll rent a car and we'll move out of this house. How's it? Are you ready to come with me madam Prambudi?,” Prambudi smiled seductively at his wife.

“Emmm, when did Mas?,” Citra asked in doubt.

“Maybe the day after tomorrow. I want to see first the rental house that is suitable for us,” Prambudi replied confidently, Citra nodded, obeying the will of her husband. Prambudi was so happy and again landed a kiss on Citra's lips. This time they kissed hot.

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