The Skewers House
Surup

The grimacing image endured the pain. Walking up, holding on to the wall. Her tears have fallen. She was crying, panicking, afraid of being mixed into one. The sweat had washed almost his entire body. With great difficulty he finally managed to reach the door of the room.

The image looks into the kitchen. The lights that had not been lit made his view limited. The image tries to walk closer to the kitchen. The breeze blew slowly, feeling like blowing the nape of Citra. Making the fine fur fur on the back of his neck bristles violently.

"Manda's? Where are you, son?" the voice of Citra trembled.

The image wiped away the tears using the back of his hand. He was still holding on to the wall, the pain felt at every step of his foot. There was no reply from Amanda, completely silent and silent.

Hand Citra finally managed to reach the kitchen light switch. Immediately he turned on the lights, and circulated his gaze throughout the room. Amanda apparently crouched her back to Citra in one corner of the kitchen. The breathing image is relieved, Amanda is fine.

"Dear Amanda, called Mamah why keep quiet anyway Son?," Citra again called Amanda. However, his daughter remained silent.

"Manda?," The image felt strange, Amanda was not as usual. The boy did not move at all in the corner of the room.

"Manda?," Citra once again called out to her daughter.

Suddenly Amanda lifted her body, crawling with her back to Citra. The toddler was really acting strange, he crawled backwards towards Citra.

"Manda, don't be weird, dear," Citra riled at her daughter's strange behavior.

Amanda did not comment on the words of Citra, she quickly crawled back closer to Citra. Every now and then a voice sounded, a strange neighing laughter. The sound came from the stairs upstairs. The image turned, looking at the stairs. There's nothing there's nobody. The image turned back, looking at the place where Amanda crawled earlier. Amanda's not there, gone.

The image circulated views, panic, and fear. Suddenly, Citra felt her feet as if they were gripped by a hand. Since he was standing on one leg, his balance faltered.

Bruuggggs

The image fell to the floor very hard. His eyes are yellow. Before fainting, when his consciousness was on the verge of breaking down, Image was like seeing some women frowning him. Who're they?

"Cit . . .Image," A soft-sounding voice. A slow caress and pat was felt on Citra's cheeks.

The image rubbed its eyes. Sayup sayup heard the voice of adzan maghrib. Prambudi was next to Citra who was sleeping in bed. Amanda, too, was seen sitting on Prambudi's lap.

"A Me. .where is Mas?," Citra felt a slight dizziness and pain not only in her legs, but also in her forehead. The image felt his forehead, there was plaster there.

"I just got home, found you at the door. Where are you going?" Prambudi still gently caressed his wife.

"I was looking for Amanda Mas, it was Amanda. . .," Citra did not continue her sentence, looking at her daughter who was in Prambudi's lap. Amanda looked like always, there was no strangeness from her innocent face and expression.

"You were probably asleep, baby. Towards maghrib or Surup is not good sleep. Continued because of the sudden awakening, so a kind of confusion is possible," Prambudi was seen scratching his brows. His words were full of doubt.

"We better go to the doctor," Prambudi looked at Citra, his eyes were soft and sad. His wife's body was full of cuts and bruises. How could he possibly be a good husband if he let his wife get hurt like that?

"Mas, where were you? How come home late?," Citra remembered with Prambudi who came home late.

"Ohh that," Prambudi opened his briefcase, reached into it, looking for something.

"I nyari this once darling," Prambudi offered a new cellphone that was still inside the box.

Citra noticed the new HP of her husband. A recent HP output although not the most popular brand, but HP is quite expensive for Prambudi financial size.

"Hmm, I applied for a loan at the office," Prambudi sighed softly.

"Relatedly? No borrowing from Linda, right?" Citra asked in full detail. There was suspicion in his heart.

"Yes, not my dear. Trust me the same. Don't be so suspicious, though," Prambudi felt a little irritated.

The image stared at Prambudi. She felt her husband was not lying. Finally he received the HP Prambudi gave.

"It should not be hunted to buy new HP Mas. Who knows who was dyed water earlier can still be produced," Citra opened a new HP cardboard.

"Although it can be repaired it certainly costs the same as buying a new HP Cit. So I thought I'd buy a new one," Prambudi dropped Amanda off her lap. Amanda's coming to see her new HP.

"Son, you had a glass in the kitchen?" Citra asked Amanda.

"No Mah" Amanda was confused by Citra's question.

"Tadi Mamah denger, you know, the sound of jatoh glass. Keep Manda Mamah call do not answer," The image looked at Amanda, the toddler looked more confused.

"So instead of the Manda, crawled. . .," Citra fell silent again, not continuing her sentence. He remembered once again the incident. Confused image, could the incident he experienced was just a dream or hallucination? His head felt heavy again.

"Cit, maybe you were dreaming. It could be that you were ngigau, sleepwalking and finally fell right," Prambudi stroked the back of Citra's right hand.

"But Mas. . I never like that, I never sleep ngigau," Citra denied Prambudi's explanation.

"Neither do not sleep during Surup, is not good. Hmmm, yaudah I did not take a shower for a while, we continued to see the doctor yes," Prambudi stood up to go to the bathroom when Citra prevented him, grasping Prambudi's arm tightly.

"Don't be long," Citra said spoiledly.

"Yes yes, do you want to come?" Prambudi smiled mischievously.

"I've taken a shower myself. Cook yayah ask to be bathed," Amanda nimbrung with her innocent face.

" Ha ha ha ha," Prambudi and Citra chuckled, they laughed together.

After bathing, Prambudi carried Citra to the car. A black van was parked in the front yard.

"Whose car is Mas?," Citra asked, his hands tightly wrapped around Prambudi's neck.

"Borrow, have a home," answered Prambudi briefly.

The image sat Prambudi in the back seat, while Amanda asked to sit in the front, next to the steering wheel. Eventually they headed for the city. Prambudi driving slowly, drizzle down refracting the highlight of street lights. Prambudi headed to the clinic which is considered to have good equipment to check the condition of the legs and body Citra.

Actually the Citra family has a subscription clinic for treatment. But they can't go there. Surely the nurse there will immediately contact Mr. Doto to inform the state of his daughter. Prambudi still refused to meet back with his in-laws. If they met in the injured Citra state like this, there would definitely be a fight. Minimal Prambudi must feel the raw bogem of the roof tiles Pak Doto.

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