The Skewers House
Beautiful twilight tainted

As the sun begins to sink in the western horizon, Prambudi, Amanda and Citra walk the path in a park within the clinic area. The image is still in the wheelchair. His legs are much better, but not too much movement.

"It's family time yes, it's a long time we don't relax together in the afternoon like this," Prambudi opened the conversation.

"Family time because of forced this Mas," Citra smiled wryly.

"Ha ha ha. .life is funny yes," Prambudi laughed. Laughing at himself.

"Funny?," Image scrunched his forehead.

"Well, a while ago I wanted a job. After getting a new job for a few days, it feels awkward, relax in the afternoon with my most beautiful wife in the world," Prambudi chuckled.

"Man is never satisfied with his life, yes" Prambudi looked at the sky that began to look reddish tinge.

"Don't Mas also not satisfied to have a wife like me?," Citra looked at Prambudi. A question that sounded full of worry.

"You and Amanda are the greatest and most beautiful gift of my life Cit. I who have nothing and have no who, finally know what Love is thanks to you," Prambudi kissed the sweet potato Citra. Amanda doesn't care about her parents' conversations.

"I'll do anything to make you and Manda happy. Whatever . .," Prambudi looked earnestly, staring at Citra with trembling eyeballs.

"Ihh, sok swit," Citra chuckled.

"Mas, by the way. . Lately you quite often called the orphanage you used to. What is it?," Citra asked, looking curious.

"Ohhh, that. ..yah, maybe the owner of the same kangen parlour as me," Prambudi replied half jokingly.

"I've never been to the home you know," Citra turned her wheelchair, now she faces the front with Prambudi.

"What are you doing to the parlour?" Prambudi scratched his eyebrows.

"I want to know where you grew up" Citra sounded whining. Manifestity out.

"There is nothing special" Prambudi sighed. He seemed reluctant to agree to Citra's request.

"Why Mas, I'm your wife. Want to know all about you Mas," Citra put on a pouting face.

"Yes, when is it," Prambudi reluctantly asserted his wife's request.

"Well, look. . .many fish," Amanda pointed to the fish pond located in the middle of the park. There are some koi fish with a size large enough and long-tailed tilapia fish swim beautifully. Amanda's words diverted her parents' conversation.

"Yes dear good yes, the fish gedhe gedhe," Citra smiled seeing Amanda running a small run on the edge of the pond.

The sky dimmed, sayup sayup heard adzan maghrib roar.

"Mas?," Citra called Prambudi lirih.

"Yes?" Prambudi watched Amanda play water by the fish pond.

"We don't worship for a long time" Citra looked up at the sky, her eyes looking sad.

"Ohh," Prambudi refused to say.

"Look Mas, after coming home from here we fix again the pattern of our household life," Citra looked at Prambudi, out of nowhere the thought came.

"Nothing needs to be fixed Cit. We are not broken," Prambudi said, his expression flat.

"Let's go back to the room. It was dark, "Prambudi invited Amanda and Citra to return to the room immediately.

Prambudi, Citra and Amanda arrived in front of the room. They were quite surprised to see on the doorstep there was a female figure wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt that was quite tight showing the curves of her slim and sexy body. She is Linda.

"Linda?" Prambudi looked astonished to see his co-worker in front of him now.

"Hi Mas Pram's. Hello Ma'am Citra, Amanda is beautiful," said Linda kindly.

"Hi aunt," Amanda answered innocently, then walked into the room.

"You. .ngapain here?," Prambudi asked, Linda's presence is not expected at this time.

"Look at Citra" Linda smiled, looking at Citra.

Just silent image. Clearly Citra seems annoyed with the arrival of Linda. While Linda observes the image from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. The image looks still beautiful charming, even Linda who has dressed up optimally also feels keder also see the face of Prambudi's wife.

"Ah, let's go in," Prambudi pushed his Citra wheelchair into the room. Linda followed behind him.

"Mbak Citra is healed?" Linda asked Citra, her smile looks annoying to Prambudi's wife.

"Yes, as you can see," replied Citra Ketus.

"Thank God .if Mbak Citra recovers Mas Pram can go to work again tomorrow," Linda sighed, as if really feeling relieved.

"Sorry yes it is still early work have asked permission not to enter," Prambudi raised Citra from a wheelchair, then dropped it on the bed. The image chose to sit leaning against his bed.

"Well, no pa, Mas. His name is a disaster, and no one knows. But I hope Mbak Citra does not be careless when at home. If mbak Citra is sick like gini, Mas Pram is troubled. Work is disrupted as well, I'm worried that later the assessment of Mas Pram's performance at the end of the month will be bad" Linda said, her sentence felt sharp piercing. The image was silent, this time he could not reply to Linda's words. The image was really angry with the woman in front of him.

"Emm, please don't blame Lin's image," Prambudi opened his voice, defending his wife.

"I don't blame you. Just order the same as Madam Citra to be more careful," Linda evaded.

"Yes, I remember your advice," Citra finally opened her voice.

This time the police were silent. He moves on to Amanda who is engrossed himself, playing with new HP Citra. The toddler did not care about the conversation of parents who felt heated next to him.

"Oh yes Ma'am, I want to say goodbye first if that's the case. Anyway enough rest yes Mrs Citra and cepet healthy yes," Linda moved from her seat, saying goodbye.

"Kok hastened Lin," Prambudi asked, a question that was very disliked by the image in his mind.

"I came home from the office straight here. Actually want to watch a movie in the cinema. Yes, you guys, leave early and keep stopping here nengokin Mbak Citra," Linda reasoned.

"Atau Mas Pram with Manda, would you like to come see me in the cinema?" Linda smiled at Prambudi and Amanda.

"We want to watch the family if I'm healed" Citra chimed. His hands were clenched under the blanket.

"Oh, fine then. I say yes, Ms. Citra. Mas Pram see you tomorrow at the office" Linda smiled, blinking her eyes at Prambudi.

"Ah yes, heart on the road" Prambudi escorted Citra to the doorstep.

After Linda came home, Citra looked moody and sullen. Prambudi sighed. There was nothing he could do when his wife's mood was deteriorating. Prambudi can only accompany Amanda who is playing, as well as give time for Citra so that her irritation subsides.

It has become a formula in married life. When the wife is angry, the husband can only stay still and pray that his anger will quickly subside.

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Ahh, finally updated as well. Sorry for reading so bad. I hope you read RTS . Greetings smile spirit.