The Skewers House
Tea for guests

"Sorry Mas, I heard like there was a sound of people upstairs" Linda smiled awkwardly.

"The sound of the roof leaking may be," answered Prambudi as he passed towards the front room. Linda followed the host, finally they both sat back in the living room chair.

"The house is good, Mas, adem," Linda said stale, feeling bad because she had just been caught seeing the house without permission.

"This is a rented house. I can't afford to build a house or buy one myself. My finances are not enough," Prambudi sounded sigh.

"The owner of the house where is Mas?," Citra again asked.

"To foreign countries" answered Prambudi briefly. Linda mangosteen mangosteen.

Citra came to bring warm tea and served it to Linda. Citra then sat next to Prambudi. Sit back and look spoiled. Linda was upset, she realized she was being ridiculed by Citra.

"Mas Pram in the office isn't weird, is it, Ma'am?" Citra asked Linda, with her beautiful smile.

"Ah, no Ma'am. Mas Pram was quiet, when in fact I want to talk you know mbak," Linda replied, while once again watching Citra carefully.

Linda was amazed by the woman in front of her. Her clean skin is well groomed, even without makeup and just wearing a negligee only she is really charming. Linda seemed to feel defeated, even though she had dressed up fragrant, in front of Citra it was difficult to defeat her charm.

"Don't seduce Mas Pram" Citra smiled, her tone was flat, but her eyes were sharp.

"Ah, no really," Linda smiled wryly.

In Linda's heart, he swore an oath he spilled on Prambudi's wife.

"Ehmm, let's drink Lin," Prambudi invited Linda to drink.

Linda nodded, wanting to quickly finish her drink and leave this house immediately. Linda couldn't stand it, feeling humiliated even though no one was insulting. Linda took the warm tea served and immediately drank it.

"Uhukkk uhhukk uhhuukkk," Linda choked.

"Lin, you don't pa pa pa," Prambudi looked quite worried, his guest choking on a cough like that. While the image was silent, sitting watching.

"No, my mother" Linda tried to smile.

Warm tea drinks presented Citra for Linda taste not karu. There is no sweet taste, Linda believes Prambudi's wife deliberately poured salt or something on the drink. Linda pretended to enjoy her drink, downing it down the toilet.

"Hawanya adem drinking anget tea pas right mbak," Citra smiled with satisfaction.

"Ah yes Ma'am," Linda replied with a smile. His eyes stared at Citra. If Prambudi's wife hits the drums of war then she is ready to serve him. Beware of responsibility, abstain for him to retreat.

"Mas, because the rain seems to have subsided, I go home first yes," Linda said goodbye to Prambudi.

"Lho Mbak, how hasty?," Citra quickly asked as if she regretted why her guests had to rush home. In his mind, Citra laughed with satisfaction.

"Yes Ma'am. There are some jobs I need to finish. I am a career woman Mbak, must be enterprising and diligent dong. Not want later if marriage is just a hassle to the husband," Linda smiled, the answer that was thrown was deliberately to attack Citra.

"Spirited yes Ma'am," Citra replied with a smile.

Linda walked out, Prambudi drove the guest up to the front porch. The rain had subsided, leaving fine grains of soft grains falling from the sky like flying cotton.

"Be careful Lin," Prambudi waved his hand at Linda who was already in the car. Linda nodded and immediately drove away, returning home with all the gerrymandering in her heart.

"Brengsw! Look out for you, Citra, I'm gonna get your husband to bend his knees to me!" Linda hit the dashboard with emotion.

Prambudi back into the house, Citra madih sitting in the living room chair. The image looks like a smile of its own smile.

"Why are you?" Prambudi asked, seeing his wife acting strangely.

"Huh? Don't joke you Cit. Poor Linda," Prambudi was quite surprised by his wife's mischievous behavior.

"Pity what? Look at him, though. The drink ran out, you know," Citra pointed at the empty glass on the table.

"Surely he would not feel good if he did not drink it until the Cit runs out. He should have choked" Prambudi nodded his head.

"Mistake yourself, pretentious to people's husbands," Citra still chuckled. He was really satisfied to have fucked Linda earlier.

"He was good Cit. Don't do it again, who's ashamed of me" Prambudi looked a little upset.

"Ooohh, believe Linda. Keep going," Citra sewot.

"You're so angry" Prambudi sat down next to Citra.

"I'm not angry," Citra threw away her face.

"Lha is like that" Prambudi then grabbed Citra's hand and held it.

"Linda's my guest Cit, here to send me. I turned the bike back on your orders. Because it was raining, he volunteered to drive me home. I should have thanked him, you even found it strangely strange like that" Prambudi explained.

Citra still did not want to look at Prambudi. There is a grain of clear water in the corner of the eye Citra. For some reason she felt hurt, her husband defended Linda and instead lectured her.

"If Linda gets a stomachache, how do you try?" Prambudi asked Citra gently.

"What do I care? What do you care, man? He has a stomach ache just let it go, kanak sodara also not really. Consider it a punishment for flirting with people's husbands!," The image rubbed its hot eyes.

"You served him drinks Cit. If he is poisoned how do you try?" Prambudi asked slowly, trying to give understanding to his wife.

"There's no story about the pepper poisoning guy. Wong was also the usual cooking spice we eat kok," Citra denied all explanations from Prambudi, he was really angry.

"Yes okay okay. The important thing is not to repeat that kind of thing if suppose he visits here again. The name of the guest should we treat as best as we can Cit," Prambudi tried to succumb.

"Ohh, so there's a chance he's here again? Just keep bringing him here Mas," Citra stood up from her seat.

"Yes not Cit. That's if for example, like a lhoo," Prambudi scratched his head that did not itch.

The image remained silent, then moved on, walking towards the kitchen. Prambudi sighed, reached into his pants pocket and closed his eyes for a moment. Afterwards, Prambudi followed Citra to the kitchen. Seen Citra already with Amanda is stroking cat sniffing.

Prambudi took a glass and poured water from the dispenser then thrust on Citra.

"Drink, be calm" Prambudi spoke softly to Citra. Citra still tightly closed her mouth but still received water from Prambudi and drank it.

"Waahh, the new cat is Manda. Where did it come from?" Prambudi switched the conversation. Prambudi crouches down, approaching Amanda and her new cat.

"Well, come alone, yeah," replied Amanda as she continued stroking the cat's fur.

"It's called Cemong" Amanda picked up her cat.

The black-haired cat looked at Prambudi. And immediately the fur all over the cat's body stood up. The cat jumped straight from Amanda's hand onto Prambudi's crouching shoulder. The black cat landed a scratch on Prambudi's neck, then jumped and ran to the stairs.

"Auuhhh," Prambudi was in pain. His neck looks bloody exposed to the claw of the Cemong.

"Waah, your new cat is naughty Manda," Prambudi grimaced with a sore around his neck, and Prambudi tried to smile at Amanda.

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