The Skewers House
A silent heart in the rain

The drizzle turned into heavy rain as Prambudi's driven car reached the flat and smooth district road. The car moves more calmly, compared to when on a sub-district road full of holes and waves. Prambudi glanced at the back seat, a sleepy image, several times seen yawning.

"You sleepy Cit?," Prambudi opened the conversation, breaking the silence.

"Ah, yes Mas," Citra once again yawned slowly.

Smooth roads make the car feel comfortable. That's what makes drowsiness come, especially cold air and rain spots that are seen hitting the car glass, as if hypnotizing to immediately fall asleep.

"Well sleepy are you?" Prambudi turned to asking his daughter.

"No Dad" Amanda said as she hugged her pink doraemon doll.

"Do you want a song?" Prambudi again asked Citra.

"Emm, radio is. Cariin Pesona FM dong, at 89.2 . .," Citra requested a radio broadcast.

"Alright," Prambudi complied with Citra's request. He turned on the radio and picked the frequency his wife asked for.

🎶Although I am not the first in your heart but my love is best for you

Although I am not a star in the sky but my love is the best🎶

A song is heard. Songs that are liked by Citra. With his mouth closed he slightly muttered mimicking the tune of a song that sounded shahdu.

"Why do you love radio? especially the frequency of FM Charm," Prambudi asked, realizing his wife was so fond of listening to the radio.

"The songs are delicious, the broadcaster is friendly. If in WA request a very cepet song diputerin," Citra replied, the sleepiness slightly disappeared.

"Yes that means there is no one who shakes dong but you. That's why if you WA cepet removable," Prambudi a little mocking.

"Yee, not really. Usually that WA a lot, nitip greetings, but rarely request songs. You may all like the same playlist," Citra denies Prambudi's statement.

"Jude, it's up to you. As long as you are concerned," Prambudi was lazy to argue with his wife, not something important to argue about.

"Be quiet first. It's my favorite broadcaster like it's broadcasting," Citra put her index finger in front of her lips.

"Agak kencengin dikit Mas volume," Citra pleaded with Prambudi. Prambudi shook his head but still obeyed his wife's wishes.

A song titled Best Love Dani has launched into your listening room. Hmmm, spoiled drizzle weather may make you feel reluctant to leave the house, preferring to stay behind a blanket. Well, while snacking or maybe chatting with loved ones, the most delicious is of course the song choice from Pesona FM. You can request via whatsapp or on the fanpage Radio Pesona Fm.

Okay, on Whatsapp there is Citra which he said again on the road with his beloved husband, request a song called Sacred Promise. Greetings to her Husband who baiiiiik buyin new HP.

The voice of the radio broadcaster read out a request from Citra via whatsapp.

"Ihh, what the hell is Cit. That's what a lot of people are ashamed to know. Kayak ABG aja," Prambudi snorted, looking a little irritated.

"Once upon a time. That's how fun it is to listen to Mas radio. We can communicate both ways directly with the broadcaster. Request songs, nitip greetings, exclaim deh," Citra looks excited. Prambudi just kept quiet.

While in the eyes of Prambudi, the house of his father-in-law was like a sturdy fortress that he wanted to collapse. A symbol of pride and humiliation for her who had nothing.

"I miss Mas" Citra said.

🎶Mmmm, I've got to go home

Let me go home

I'm just too far from where you are

I want to come home🎶

A song played on the radio, as if answering the feeling of Citra.

"Well I know," Prambudi sighed softly.

"But I hope you don't think of the house as your home anymore. Because of your house, our house is a place where the three of us, our little family, can be happy," Prambudi muttered, his gaze sharpened towards his house-in-law.

After passing through Mr. Doto's house, Prambudi slightly increased the speed of his car. Still accompanied by the song on the radio, Citra leaned her head on the car window. His eyes looked far away. There was sadness in his heart, when he had to leave the house by hiding. There was guilt on her mother, leaving without saying goodbye and not telling her whereabouts until this very moment. However, Citra could not blame Prambudi for the decision he had taken.

Prambudi glanced at Citra, he realized his wife was upset. Prambudi felt unable to make Citra happy. He took his wife away from home, making her feel a life far from comfortable. The two hearts that loved each other were only able to fall silent in the middle of the rain tonight.

Finally, the car that Prambudi drove arrived at a clinic in the city center. The clinic looks quite crowded with relatively new buildings. Prambudi immediately got out of the car, opening the door for Amanda. Next, Prambudi opened the back door and carried Citra to the ER room.

The image is examined carefully and painstakingly by the nurse. Prambudi and Amanda were standing in the corner. They are waiting for the results of health checks. It turned out that Citra had to be treated and checked further for X-rays on her legs the next day.

Image transferred to treatment room. Prambudi wanted Citra to be placed in the VIP room.

"You have money?" Citra asked doubtfully.

"Choose an ordinary room Mas," Citra said worriedly.

"Quiet darling. I have money. Choose a VIP room so that Manda can sleep comfortably too," Prambudi rubbed his hair gently.

Finally, the image according. Tonight Prambudi, Citra and Amanda sleep in the clinic. Prambudi looked at his sleeping wife's face. His forehead was injured, and some parts of his body were bruised and abrasive. Sadness and resentment perched in Prambudi's heart.

"It shouldn't be like this" Prambudi muttered to himself. Prambudi bit his fingernails. A moment later, Prambudi stepped out of the room after enveloping the sleeping Amanda by hugging her doraemon doll.

Prambudi rushed to the parking lot. With a little rough Prambudi opened the car door and immediately went splitting the cold of the night. Prambudi glanced at the clock on the car's dashboard, at eleven p.m. The more late the rain is getting heavier, as well as thunder and lightning roaring sahutan accompany Prambudi's journey.

More than half an hour, with a high enough speed finally Prambudi arrived at his rented house. Prambudi arrived at the house called the surrounding residents as 'House of Skewers' it. Prambudi hurriedly opened the front door. With a slightly wet body exposed to rain water Prambudi stepped up the stairs. Take the key in his pants pocket, and open the upper room door. Always locked room, room without balcony. Image or Amanda has never entered it, only Prambudi knows, only Prambudi can open it.

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