The Skewers House
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Prambudi walked lethargic towards the photo copy machine. There are some files he had to double up on this morning. His mind was open, he was not focused on working. Prambudi recalled the state of Citra, he realized that his wife was not comfortable in the rented house of his choice. Prambudi sighed, there was a burden that felt heavy and stuck in his heart.

Plakkk

A loud pat on the shoulder, shocked Prambudi. The file he was holding fell scattered on the floor. Prambudi turned his head, it turned out that Linda was standing behind him with a sweet-looking smile. Linda wears a fairly thick makeup with lips that look red.

"Cock that surprised Mas anyway?," Linda asked while shaking her waist.

"Ah, Sister Linda. Just make a surprise," Prambudi bent down to pick up the scattered file.

Linda hurriedly crouched down, trying to help Prambudi. With a short and tight skirt, Linda seemed to show off her fluent p*ha to Prambudi.

"Uhuuk uhuukk uhuukk," Prambudi choked. He cursed in the heart. The woman before him was really testing her loyalty to Citra.

"Pelan Mas, slowly," Linda stood patting Prambudi's back.

Prambudi immediately stood up after picking up all his files. Because of the rush, accidentally the back of Prambudi's head hit Linda's forehead quite hard.

"Auuww auww," Linda held onto her forehead.

"Duh" Prambudi was the same, complaining of pain.

Linda was holding on to the wall, her forehead looking red. Not because the powder is blushing but indeed the impact that occurred quite hard. Prambudi who realized that, immediately held Linda so as not to fall.

"Sorry Lin, uh Sister Linda," Prambudi panicked.

Linda glanced at Prambudi who was holding her hand. Prambudi looks worried. It crossed Linda's mind to take advantage of the situation. Linda briefly smiled cunningly, then dropped her body on Prambudi.

"Mrs. . .Lin, you don't pa pa right?" Prambudi half-hugged Linda, keeping Linda from falling to the floor.

Prambudi took a look at Linda's waist, with a slight shock as they looked for a seat. Incidentally also the office area where the photocopy is very quiet. There was no one there except the two of them.

Finally Prambudi found a long chair under the stairs leading to the second floor room. Prambudi sat Linda there.

"Aren't you pa pa?" Prambudi asked, looking at Linda's forehead which now looked broken. Actually Prambudi's back head also still feels a little pain.

"A little dizzy Mas" Linda answered short.

"Duh, bangjol tuh. I'm sorry, not on purpose," Prambudi apologized, he really felt guilty. Linda smiled inwardly.

"Yes, I'm not pa pa pa. But, I'll take you home later, yeah," Linda stroked elus' forehead.

"Huh?" Prambudi looked astonished at Linda's request.

"You're not that bad until you have to ask to take everything home," Prambudi finally felt Linda took advantage of her mistake.

"Yes in exchange for Mas," Linda put on a sullen face, still stroking elus her banged forehead.

"Residence?," Prambudi frowned.

"Yes. Look at my jidat jenong," Linda pointed at the lump on her forehead.

"I didn't intentionally. I'm sorry too" Prambudi sighed.

"It's not enough just to apologize. My forehead is hurt. Anyway I'm asking for compensation" Linda urged Prambudi.

"Sorry Linda, I can't" Prambudi steadfastly refused. He felt he had to keep his distance from Linda.

"Why Mas? Banned from your wife?" Linda asked, further corrupting Prambudi. Prambudi just kept quiet and did not answer.

"Aware, you are too restrained Mas. Your wife is too possessive. In life, we always need friends. Just friends, nothing more. Ah, maybe this thing will not be understood by the wife who is only at home. He does not understand about career, and the importance of colleagues," Linda said with her words that felt spicy.

"Enough Lin. Everyone always has shortcomings, and I accept my wife's shortcomings" Prambudi replied after pondering for a moment.

Prambudi still refused to stand. He was silent, not looking at Linda, his head bowed. It was obvious that Linda's words had just affected her mind.

"Alright Mas. Change the loss just changed yes. . another day, treat me to lunch Mas. Okay?" Linda asked as she walked away from Prambudi. He deliberately did not wait for an answer from Prambudi.

Prambudi turned his head, only able to look at Linda who was on her back, walking away with a gentle look that looked sexy.

"Stupid," Prambudi slapped his own cheek quite hard.

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Half 6 p.m. Prambudi has not yet seen the trunk of his nose. The image is worried and suspicious. Don't let her husband be with Linda. Willing to call it could not, HP Citra died completely.

Mrs Utami was home before Ashar. The image of living alone with Amanda. His feet are still hard to move. He's just been sleeping all day, while Amanda looks so carefree playing with Cemong, her new cat.

"Mah mamah," Amanda called Citra, breaking the silence.

"Yes son, what's the matter?" Citra smiled at her daughter who was still engrossed with Cemong. There was a hint of fear in his mind, recalling the shadow of the little boy jumping from the balcony. Citra begidik.

"Manda worn out, wanted to mimic," Amanda approached Citra. It turns out he's thirsty.

"Where are you, son, Mamah's legs are still sore," Citra tried to move, trying to get out of her bed.

"Let me take Maahh myself" Amanda said.

"You can do it yourself?" Image stroked Amanda's hair elus.

"Can Maahh," Amanda smiled, showing her row of milk teeth that add cute and adorable look.

"Pinteerrr, heart yes," The image peeped at her daughter's forehead.

A moment later Amanda ran into the kitchen. Followed by the Cemong who tailed behind his small employer. The image again rests his back on the pillow. The wound on his leg is not much, but somehow it feels pain that is quite painful when moved.

Preanggggg

A voice shocked the image. The sound of something like a glass or something falling and breaking.

"My mommy? Why are you, son?" Image riled and panicked.

There was no response from Amanda.

"My mommy? The boy? Mamah Nak replied, "The image is getting panicked. His voice vibrates.

Still remain silent.

The image tried to force her to move her legs. He got off his bed.

"Auuwwww," The image grimaced in pain. His dry bones really felt sore.

The image clung to the wall of the room, lifting up one of his wounded legs. He tried to walk on one leg, his body half leaning against the wall.

The grimacing image endured the pain. Walking up, very slow.

"Dear manda? Mamah Nak replied, you don't pa pa right baby?," Citra called back to call Amanda.

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A hissing sound was heard. It was as if someone had placed their index finger in front of their lips and warned others to be quiet. Followed by a strange neighing laughter in the middle of the gloomy atmosphere of the house.

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