The Skewers House
Beautiful woman grim house dwellers

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The sound of an alarm in HP goes off loud. A little reluctantly a pair of eyes blinked, trying to collect lives that had not been collected entirely. He saw the clock on the wall, at half-time 4am. The dawn prayer has not yet been observed. While everyone was still engrossed in his blanket, he already had to get up for the sake of duty, fetching sustenance.

Rohmat walks over, grabs a towel and immediately heads to the bathroom. When he exited the room he saw the TV in the front room still on, while a man slept on his back in front of the TV.

"Ah, this is not a person watching tv. But the tv was watching people," Rohmat grumbled in annoyance. He grabbed the remote lying on the floor, Rohmat turned off his TV.

Rohmat lives alone in a rented house with 1 bedroom and 1 bathroom. The guy who sleeps in front of the TV is his hanging out friend who last night was staying over.

Rohmat walked lazily, out of the house through the back door. The bathroom in Rohmat rented is indeed located in the back apart from the house building. The overnight rain leaves a puddle of water that makes the backyard muddy and slippery. The structure and type of soil in the Rohmat rented area is fertile and too loose, so that when flooded with rain it is easily muddy and sticky.

Rohmat walked to the tiptoe avoiding the puddle of water. The air felt so cold it pierced through the skin, piercing into the bone. Rohmat rubbed his arms together, hoping that his body would feel warmer. Rohmat immediately entered the bathroom and hurriedly closed the door.

The bathroom is narrow and seedy with a zinc roof, where Rohmat dwells daydreaming this time. He did not pour water on his body. The cold made her reluctant to take a shower immediately. Finally a few minutes passed, Rohmat spent just to be dumb.

Suddenly Rohmat remembered Citra, his new customer who occupied the skewer house. Lemongrass house that always makes Rohmat want to avoid it when going around sales in the area. But at the end of this time Rohmat always stopped by the house. All because of Citra, a beautiful woman, pure white, perfect in the eyes of Rohmat.

"Ah, why are you married. Her husband was handsome too," Grumbled Rohmat in his daydream.

As a single man, actually he was so interested and idolized Citra. He often dreams of such a beautiful woman. And this morning, once again he imagined the beauty and slender body of Citra. Rohmat finally channeled his passion, stroking elus his own body part by imagining another man's wife. Really too.

After bathing and shampooing Rohmat immediately prepared, heating his motor. The vegetable cart was already perched in the back seat.

"Ah, can't shake a pretty girl yet. Hitchhike you first, baby. Help me make a lot of money" Rohmat spoke to himself stroking his vegetable cart elus.

Rohmat slid into the subdistrict mother market. At 4am the market atmosphere was very boisterous. There have been many traveling vegetable sellers, Rohmat business rivals who came early. They are ready to sell their merchandise.

Rohmat sort and choose vegetables and cooking ingredients that if favored by mother. In a day he had to prepare money of approximately three hundred thousand rupiah as spending capital.

"Mat, is it a little afternoon? Kinan (wake plate)?," asked one of the cabbage vegetable collectors in the market.

"Yes, most dreams meet widodari," replied Rohmat of original origin.

"Makanya marital mat. Later someone wakes up, wake you and your bird. .ha ha ha ha," as well as other vegetable sellers.

Rohmat was used to hearing and facing such a squeaky guyonan. At his age now, bearing the status of a bachelor makes it often a material of guyonan and gossip. A joke that is considered commonplace when enough to make Rohmat depressed.

Finished choosing vegetables and cooking ingredients, Rohmat immediately spurred his motorbike. Peddling his wares, flashing the morning dew that dripped down every foliage along the way.

Tin Tin Tin Tiinnn

"Say Sayy Sayuuurr," Shouted Rohmat while pressing his horn button that sounds typical.

Rohmat went in and out alley after alley along the road he went through. Sometimes there are those who buy the merchandise, many also just see the trade but not so buy. The spirit can only grumble in the heart.

Rohmat finally entered the streets of the village K. Streets made of cement, quite slippery because all night flushed by rain water. Rohmat rides his motorbike with a heart. The streets feel so quiet and deserted. Villagers may be reluctant to leave the house because the cold weather pierced the bones. Even the thick, shabby jacket Rohmat was wearing was still pierced by the cold air this morning.

"Sayy Saayy Saayuurr," Rohmat shouted, hoping that the host would come out and give him a smile. A smile that often stopped in his dreams.

The house feels quiet, there is no sign of an open door.

"Sayyy Saayyy Saayuuurrrr," Rohmat never gave up, again shouting as he looked up at the front yard.

Seen car tires leave traces in the yard of a muddy house. It was possible that Citra and her husband went somewhere. Rohmat was a little disappointed, not meeting his new customer this morning.

Kriieett

As Rohmat was about to turn on his motorbike, there was the sound of a door opening from the inside. Rohmat girang not a braid. He hopes to meet with Citra.

Rohmat noticed the figure coming out from inside the house. A woman in jet black pajamas. This woman is not a picture. Her face is oval and pretty, although for Rohmat still a prettier image. Rohmat stroked the chest, asking in his heart why the inhabitants of this gloomy house were all beautiful women.

"For Mbaakk," Sapa Rohmat bawled.

His mama silently did not answer, staring at the chicken meat hanging on Rohmat's wagon.

"Mbak, Mbak Citra's sister huh?" asked Rohmat curiously.

"Why Bang?," his mother asked in a flat tone and sounded lazy.

"So it's just as beautiful . .he he he," Rohmat cengesan. However, his interlocutor did not respond. Rohmat was a little upset actually.

"This is how many Bang?," his mother asked still in her flat tone. Holding the seplastik of chicken meat, a plastic claw and chicken head as well as seplastik chicken offal.

"Thirty thousand Ma'am" replied Rohmat while watching the buyer. Beautiful, white but pale. There was no smile, his face was expressionless, his gaze was blank.

"This is bang," his mother thrust thirty thousand pennies at Rohmat.

"Thank you Ma'am," Rohmat received the money and immediately boarded his bike.

"Excuse me Ma'am, greetings to Mbak Citra," Rohmat smiled and turned on his bike.

The mama nodded slowly, then opened the plastic containing the claw and the head of the chicken. The next second he put the head of the chicken into his tiny mouth. Smoke and chew raw chicken heads without expression

Krauk krauk krauk

Rohmat shuddered in horror, immediately gas gas left the mysterious woman.

"Duh Gusti. . It is not Widodari, it must be medii (ghost)," Rohmat chills great, he does not care about the merchandise anymore. He was scared and drove home.

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