The Skewers House
The river behind the house

Rrrrrr Rrrrrr Rrrrrrrrrr

HP shook, waking up the image from his deep sleep. He immediately grabbed the HP above his head. By the hour, it was half 6 in the morning. The alarm has sounded several times. Citra remembers well last night she set her alarm at 5am. His head felt heavy, still feeling an overwhelming drowsiness. I don't know since when Citra so doyan once with the name sleep.

The image rose from his bed, rubbing his eyes. Prambudi was no longer in bed. While Amanda still looks good. Image out of the room to the kitchen.

"Duh, Rohmat the greengrocer must have been past," Citra muttered to herself. He was confused as to what to cook. There is no food in the house.

Duk duk

There were footsteps coming down the stairs, Citra turned her head. There was Prambudi with a raised smile.

"Wake up? Sleep well right?," asked Prambudi, somehow his voice made Citra feel longed. The image spluttered into Prambudi's arms.

"Ngapain Mas from above?," Citra asked in Prambudi's arms.

"See the scenery anyway" Prambudi replied short.

"I'm sorry, Mas" Citra suddenly apologized to Prambudi.

"I'm sorry? For what?," Prambudi frowned. He was confused that his wife had arrived to apologize.

"I woke up bad luck. Not buying cooking ingredients. So there was no breakfast today," Citra sounded very sorry, feeling guilty.

"No, dear pa. Let me buy it in the office cafeteria. You, the same Manda later to the market, yes, use a motorcycle rickshaw. Buy what Manda likes," Prambudi stroked Citra's soft hair.

"Will Mas Pram have money?," Citra asked again, worried about her family's finances.

"Calm down, there's still. You are his duty, just one. Ba-ha-gias. You should be happy. Because the happiness of not being a family depends on the wife. If the wife is happy, the family will look happy. About finances and others it's my duty dear," Prambudi kissed Citra's forehead.

The image increasingly tightly embraced Prambudi. The man who was always gentle with her. The man who was always there for her. A man who always apologizes when he does something wrong. A man who always accepts his shortcomings. Citra feels very lucky to have a husband like Prambudi.

"Eh Mas, the river behind the house looks beautiful," Citra suddenly remembered the river she saw from the balcony at the beginning of moving house.

"Yes, emang. I also saw the river from the balcony, and it seemed seger" Prambudi still gently stroked Citra's hair.

"You see from above?" Prambudi asked, taking off Citra's embrace. Holding Citra's hand, was about to take her upstairs.

"No Mas," Citra shook her head.

"I want to see straight to the river there," Citra struggled spoiled.

"But Manda sleeps alone Cit. Cook we stay," Prambudi disagreed with his wife's idea.

"The sleeping manda pules. Waking up a bit during the day usually," Citra stared at Prambudi.

"You see what the hell? The river was beautiful as seen from the balcony, it looked winding, it was beautiful," Prambudi still felt reluctant, the cold air made him lazy out of the house.

"And many gedhe gedhe stones, the water is clear as well. Same thing in town. Cook it for almost a week here, the river behind the house has never seen it directly," Citra put on a sullen face.

"And later you can see for yourself Cit," Prambudi scratched his scratching head.

"It's not cold Cuitt. But jeez, let's walk for a while" Prambudi sighed, finally giving in. Follow his wife's wishes.

"Yeeaayyy," Citra soared in excitement, peeping at Prambudi's cheeks.

The two of them exited the house through the back door, then down the path with plants of achem trees and some cassava on the right left of the road.

"This all belongs to Mbah Kadir ya Mas?," Citra asked Prambudi, when looking at the back garden of the house which turned out to be quite spacious.

"It seems so. He seemed to be the landlord of the area here," Prambudi replied with a flat-faced expression.

"Emm, I heard from the neighbors, he said Mbah Kadir's son-in-law lost Mas while living in the house that we live in now," Citra began a conversation that he actually wanted to discuss with Prambudi from yesterday.

"Yes I have also heard from people when they first came and saw the house" Prambudi replied lightly.

"Kok Mas Pram still choose the house anyway? How if . . .," Citra did not continue the sentence because Prambudi arrived to stop his steps.

"Cit, I've said many times. I chose the house because of its cheap rent. The house is still quite new, too. I've been around other houses, but nothing fits. Even if there was, far from my place of work," Prambudi looked irritated.

"You're sure I walk the morning walk just to make sure this debate again yes," Prambudi berserk, somehow at the end of this he felt often arguing with his wife.

"Yes not Mas. I'm just scared, "Picture feels guilty.

"You don't have to think macem macem. Trust me, your job is one. Happy," Prambudi grasped Citra's hand. The image nodded slowly. The two of them then walked back towards the river.

After walking for a few minutes they finally reached the river. It's not too far from home. A typical rural river, large rocks with clear water and a fairly swift current. The distinctive sound of water gurgling, reassuring the mind of every person who hears and enjoys it.

"Mas, take a picture of me dong," Citra handed her HP to Prambudi. Then he leaned against one of the big rocks by the river. The image of the pose facing his house. It was clearly the second floor of the house and its balcony from where he was standing now.

Prambudi smiled, pointing an HP camera at his wife. Beautiful, unchanging posture, just as Prambudi first knew her. Prambudi took some photos, his wife really fits into the model. The image still continued to pose, leaning against the stone. Prambudi approached, and immediately landed a few kisses on his wife's lips.

"What the hell Mas?," said Citra spoiled.

"You are beautiful" Prambudi whispered, then bit his wife's ear slightly reddened.

"Ahhh," The image was a little shocked.

Prambudi put his hand between the pajamas worn by Citra.

"Maasss, this is outside the house. Later if there is a person how?," Citra seemed to refuse, but her hands have been clung to Prambudi's neck.

"There will be no one at this hour" Prambudi whispered mischievously.

The image smiled, holding Prambudi. At that moment he looked towards the balcony of his house. There was a little girl standing on the balcony railing. The next moment the boy jumped.

"Mandaaaa," Citra screamed. Prambudi was surprised, not knowing what happened. The image pushes the body of Pambudi who was holding it until it fell. The image did not care anymore, he immediately ran as hard as he could back home.

"Yesin,"

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