The Skewers House
New Home

At 3 am Prambudi settles out of his luxurious house in-laws through the back door. The image carried Amanda trailing behind Prambudi. They got into a black car with no license plate waiting across the street. Three suitcases full of clothes have been put in the trunk. Likewise, the favorite cat, Kity and his cage have been in the car.

“Mas, sure we go this way?,” Citra seems doubtful about the decision her husband made.

“Yes what do you want again Cit? If your permission knew what was going to happen, your parents would never allow it. Trust me,” Prambudi stared fixed Image.

“We will be back here, bringing news of the success and happiness of our little family Cit. Your parents will acknowledge me, and we can be happy next,” Prambudi clasped Citra's hand tightly. Citra sighed and leaned her head on Prambudi's shoulder. While Amanda was still sleeping soundly undisturbed by all the drama of that blind morning.

“Pack Road,” Prambudi patted the steering chair in front of him. The driver immediately gas-fired leaving the luxury house in the city center.

The car drove pretty fast. The atmosphere of the morning streets was still very quiet, only occasionally passing vehicles. From the city center where Citra lived, the car drove south. Leaving the area of the city sliding past sub-district G and still continuing south, one hour drive, Prambudi felt drowsiness and finally fell asleep.

While Citra was unable to close its eyes, it only looked at the row of buildings on the right left of the road. The further the car drove, the building on the right left of the road turned into a lush green tree. That means, they have reached K subdistrict, almost to the intended location.

I don't know why the mood is getting so gloomy. The image felt a chill on its nape. The car slowed down just around the old-looking burial area. The road was badly damaged, Mr. driver did not want to make his customer stumbled with extraordinary road conditions destroyed with gaping holes.

Accidentally Citra saw the windshield of the steering chair. The image collided with the driver. The driver's age may be over forty years, wearing an all-black suit with a face like a sleep-deprived person. The hollows of the eyes were clearly visible, but the look in his eyes was wild. The next second the driver smiled broadly displaying his rows of blackened teeth. The image hurriedly shifted his gaze. I don't know why there was horror in his mind.

The image observes the tomb on the left side of the road. The tomb that looks less manicured, as if buried there does not have a family that is willing to clean or just look at sowing flowers. Citra suddenly saw two figures of girls holding hands staring sharply at Citra, as if they could see Citra who was in the car with glass tightly closed. Two girls wore pale white dresses, as well as their faces looked deathly pale. Great creep image. The two girls continued to look towards Citra. The image closed his eyes, he was terrified.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky began to turn brighter. The car driven by the Prambudi family had reached a fork of the road made of cement, and stopped right at a house located at the end of the road just in the middle of the fork. A fairly spacious house with maroon-red paint stands alone, the nearest neighbor seen about a hundred meters to the south. A two-story house with a large Javanese achem tree beside it.

“We arrived dear,” Prambudi has woken up from his sleep. Amanda was seen rubbing her eyes, too,

“This is the new home that Mamah told you about last night huh?,” Amanda asked with her innocent face.

“Iya darling. Like?,” Amanda stroked Amanda's hair gently.

“Suka Mah, anyway important there is Kity, I like,” Amanda smiled turned her cat who was relaxing in the cage.

The driver got down and opened the door. The image did not dare to look at Mr. Driver, he was still horrified. Mr. Driver deftly lowered the luggage of the Prambudi family.

“I say sir, thank you for using our services,” Pak Driver said goodbye to Prambudi after his work was felt to be finished.

“Same Sir, thanks again,” Reply Prambudi friendly.

The black car without the license plate was speeding away leaving the Prambudi family in his new home. The image approached her husband.

“Yang cheap Cit, the important thing is that we arrive comfortably,” Prambudi patted Citra's shoulders.

“What a night, I was so scared,” Citra was horrified.

“Already, come in yuk,” Prambudi carrying their luggage, while Citra holds Amanda's hand. Kity had run a small run ahead of his master.

Kriiieetttt

The front door was opened by Prambudi. The living room looks pretty big. With a soft sofa in the middle of the room. A large painting was placed on the wall. Painting of a woman wearing a wedding dress. It looks elegant, but there is something strange in the painting. The face looks empty, nothing, as if the painting is not finished but forced to display.

“Mas, the painting is kok serem anyway?,” Citra stick, spoiled twitching on Prambudi.

“Ha ha ha, serem what. It was probably his painting titled Bride without face,” Prambudi chuckled, casually responding to his wife's fear.

“How do you choose this house to be our residence? It is far away from our neighbor. If you fit work I will be alone Mas here,” Citra protested Prambudi's decision to choose a house.

“First house is quite spacious. These two houses are only a kilometer away from where I work. And the third most important, this house is cheap rent prices,” Prambudi explained.

“The owner of this house where is Mas?,” Citra again asked.

“He said TKI. The one who rents this house is the father of the owner of the house. Mamany Mbah Kadir's. His house is not far from here. Later in the day did not invite to Mbah Kadir's house,” Prambudi sat on the sofa, followed by Amanda.

“Sit here,” Prambudi invites Citra to sit down, Citra according.

“Blessed, from today we can organize our small family life, according to our own wishes,” Prambudi smiled happily. The new image this time saw Prambudi's happy smile after so many years. Usually her husband was always smiling which felt forced.

“Mas, by the way the motor is Pram mas how? Kan left at the house of Mother,” Citra asked remembered her husband's favorite motorbike.

“Yes forced, just leave it there first. Later Mas work call becak only,” replied Prambudi lightly.

Finally, one of Prambudi's dreams was achieved today. He could live quietly with his wife and children without the insults, insinuations and ridicule of his wealthy father-in-law.

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