The Skewers House
Falsehood

When Rohmat gas-stamped with fear of seeing a mysterious strange woman, Citra has just woken up from her sleep in a clinic treatment room in the city center. His sleep felt better, his body also felt fresher. He saw Amanda still sleeping on the bed next to Citra's bed. While Prambudi was heard snoring in a sitting position in a chair, facing forward with Citra.

The image tries to move his leg, still painful. But not as painful as yesterday, Citra was able to lift her legs. Citra stared fixedly at the face of her sleeping husband. The face looks tired. The image gently caressed her husband's chin which had a unique and distinctive dimple.

"Mmm," Prambudi squirmed, feeling a gentle touch from his wife. Prambudi opened his eyes, Citra was in front of him with an infusion tube stuck in his right hand.

"Where? Is it okay?," Prambudi asked gently, Citra smiled and nodded slowly.

"Lhoh Mas, is your shirt wet?," Citra asked when she realized that Prambudi's shoulders looked wet.

"Yes, last night while drizzling I was out for coffee," Prambudi replied then checked his clothes which did look wet.

"No cold power?" asked Citra in surprise. The AC above the door has been on since last night.

"No, no" Prambudi said briefly.

Prambudi moved from his seat, immediately taking off the clothes he was wearing. His sturdy and muscular body was as if he was showing off in front of his wife. Although not yet bathing, Prambudi's body aroma smells fragrant, even too fragrant for the size of people who just woke up.

"Purpose perfume?," The image sniffed the end of Prambudi.

"Ah, no. This is the shirt from yesterday. Coincidentally in the office there was it. . people selling perfume continue to be given tester," Prambudi also sniffed the end of his own body.

"Lhoh Mas, is it bruised again your body?," Citra asked again. He saw Prambudi's lower shoulders and waist that looked blackened.

"Smuck you maybe" Prambudi shrugged his shoulders, not caring.

Prambudi picked up the t-shirt inside the bag, and immediately put it on. Prambudi then sat on the bed of Citra bed. He looked at Citra, clasping her hand tightly.

"What is Mas?," Citra asked as she looked at Prambudi's wistful gaze.

"I'm sorry Cit. I can't make you happy yet. Just a few days we moved house, you were injured like gini," Prambudi kissed Citra's hand. Prambudi looked sorry and felt guilty.

"Do you love me?" asked Citra. Questions that felt not connected with Prambudi's previous speech.

"Yes, always," answered Prambudi quickly and briefly.

"So you don't have to apologize. Because of what you did for me on the basis of your affection," Citra smiled.

Prambudi sighed, then clenched Citra tightly. There is no other woman in Prambudi's heart. Citra is the first and last love for Prambudi. Even if he glanced at other women several times, or maybe one of them was Linda, it was nothing more because he was a man. Men always have sharp eyes, eyes that are easy to find beauty and beauty unintentionally. But his heart was always for the image. Only the image of a person was engraved in the deepest recesses of his heart.

"Mas?," Citra called Prambudi.

"What?" Prambudi still clutched his wife tightly.

"I'm not comfortable in our house right now. If you already have money, we move?," Citra said softly, she hesitated a little with her request.

"Please on Cit. Stay a little while longer," replied Prambudi slowly.

"What is Mas?" Citra did not understand Prambudi. He let go of his embrace.

"Just believe me. You have patience, let me work, I promise you all will be beautiful in time" Prambudi stared at Citra stick. His eyes were so serious.

"Oh yes, I do not work?" Citra asked Prambudi again. Realize that the morning is leaving.

"I was just before dawn.WA Linda. Ask permission not to enter the office this day. I'm the new employee, and the one in charge of overseeing my performance is Linda" Prambudi explained.

"Huuh Linda again," Citra sewot heard Prambudi mention Linda's name.

"Hmm, why are you?" Prambudi stroked the elus of Citra's long hair. His wife still looks so beautiful, even in pain and has not had a bath since yesterday afternoon.

"As you realize, Linda is interested in you Mas," Citra glared at Prambudi.

"Ohh, that. .ya the risk anyway," said Prambudi lightly.

"Resiko?," The image swerved, not understanding. His eyes are getting bigger.

"Resiko has a handsome husband. . ha ha ha ha," Prambudi chuckled, his laughter broke.

"Iihhhhh," Citra pinched Prambudi's stomach with all her might.

"Auuww auwwwwww," Prambudi grimaced in pain.

"Eheemmm," There was a sound of deheman coming from the front door of the room. The nurse came, and felt uneasy to see the intimacy of the couple in the morning. Prambudi and Citra instantly fell silent, holding back a laugh.

"Sorry, Ms. Citra will take us to the X-ray room" said the female nurse as she opened the Citra bed wheel lock. Then the nurse pushed the Citra bed towards the X-ray room. Prambudi remained in the room, waiting for Amanda who was still sound asleep.

At half 10 am the results of the Citra examination have come out. The image is declared fine, just need more rest. Citra's leg has inflammation in its tendon. The image is recommended hospitalization one more night and tomorrow is allowed to go home.

"No Mas, I don't pa pa" Citra smiled, poking Prambudi's cheeks.

"Yes, you're strong, strong. Falling down the stairs though," Prambudi chuckled, there was a feeling of relief in his heart.

"By the way Mas, when I fell the second, just waiting for you to come home, before fainting I was like seeing some women mengurutiku Mas," Citra recalled the incident before she fainted. The image itself doubts, whether the event is a dream or a reality.

"I told you Cit. You were a dream yesterday. Sleepwalking, delirious," Prambudi soon chimed in. He didn't seem to like his wife going back to discussing yesterday's events.

"Yeah, the cymong forgot not to be taken, you know," Amanda arrived just late. He remembered his cat.

"No, my dear, a clever cat. He can find his own food. In the house of many rats, let's eat rats. Tomorrow when we go home must be fatter than the cypress," Prambudi rubbed Amanda's head.

"Dad sure? Know where?" Amanda couldn't accept her father's explanation. That one boy was indeed chatty and critical.

"Last night I saw the right way home" answered Prambudi spontaneously.

"Mas last night came home?," This time Citra asked. He looked astonished at Prambudi's words.

"Just answer Cit," Prambudi immediately read his words, whispering to Citra.

Prambudi lied to Citra. It's true that last night when Citra and Amanda were sleeping, Prambudi went home. He returned to the Hospital at 2pm. Prambudi has not been able to say anything to Citra for now. Not yet time. . .

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