The Skewers House
A glaring morning

It was still early morning, cloudy cloudy weather when Prambudi finished taking care of all kinds of administrative needs at the clinic where his wife was treated. The image can stand up and walk slowly. Prambudi decided to take his wife home early in the morning, he was about to enter the office today. Prambudi felt bad, because as a new employee did not enter work more than one day.

"Let's not call Bu Utami again yes make your nemenin," said Prambudi while stroking elus Citra's head gently.

"Yes, if I really don't need to. But, Manda will have to take care of it," Citra smiled briefly.

"Later let's not buy sembako deh Bu Utami, itung itung your nemenin wage same momong Manda," Prambudi put his shirt in the suitcase.

At 6 o'clock, the Prambudi family finally came out of the clinic. They glided home, scattering the morning dew dripping on the windshield of the car. Amanda was still half asleep hugging her doraemon doll in the back seat. Citra was sitting in the side seat of Prambudi who was driving. The song plays softly, Citra's favorite radio.

🎶 Good morning

And the dew soaked the world and began to begin today

And I said, good morning

Birds chirping sing and now we're 'to live today 🎶

The image slightly muttered, humming following the strains of songs and music he listened to.

"You are so cheerful as it seems" Prambudi smiled at his wife.

"Health is indeed to be enjoyed Mas, grateful," Sahut Citra still with a kick.

"Cit, it's in front of your father's car right?," Prambudi pointed at the black luxury car coming from the opposite direction. The image is closely watched, although only a glimpse of the license plate of Pak Doto's car.

"Yes, really. Where are you going?" Citra muttered to herself.

Prambudi was silent and did not say. Prambudi actually can guess where and with whom his father-in-law went. Prambudi memorized how the behavior and habits of Mr. Doto. A behavior known only to the men in his luxurious palace, a big secret that was never known by the wife or children of Mr. Doto.

"How can you be silent?" Citra frowned, feeling unresponsive to her husband.

"Ah? How is lha? I don't know either" Prambudi smiled at a glance.

"Dad was always busy with his work. How about Mother's news, huh Mas? When can we look at him?," Citra looked at Prambudi, her cheerful face had disappeared changed with a sad look in her eyes.

"Later Cit, you are patient, baby. . .I promise we can return home soon to your parents with pride," Prambudi spoke without looking at Citra, his gaze glaring far away in the streets.

"What do you mean, Mom? You often talk like this. In a moment, what is soon?," Citra brought her face closer to Prambudi. She felt her husband was keeping or hiding something.

"Yeah, soon I will be a successful person," Prambudi glanced at Citra for a moment.

"successful? You mean Mas?," The image continues to urge.

"Yes, success. Many money. Then we can move house, you are not comfortable in the house now," Prambudi sounded convinced by his words.

"Where is Mas?," Citra asked.

"What the hell is Mas? What are you hiding from me? Don't be weird, don't don't you want to sell your organs?," Citra continued to ask, the curiosity was unbearable.

"Citra . .," said Prambudi Lirih, he pulled his car over. They stopped by the roadside in a large rice field.

"Trust me Cit. . . I will make you happy, by all means," Prambudi stared at Citra so closely, so deeply.

The image nodded slowly. She could no longer argue or urge Prambudi with her question, the look in her husband's eyes was so raining down on her heart. Highlight the eyes that dispel doubt, Citra can only resignedly trust Prambudi.

Prambudi turned to the back seat, Amanda was sound asleep. Then Prambudi looked back at his wife. Prambudi quickly kissed Citra's lips that look like fresh strawberries. The image always looks beautiful in the eyes of Prambudi. Without makeup though, even just sleeping his wife was always able to make Prambudi's heart pounding.

The image was quite shocked by Prambudi's kiss. Every time their lips touched there was always a sting that spread to the heart of Citra. A sting of longing, bursting explosively made Citra's blood feel boiling, her body warmed up.

At half-hour seven in the morning, in a car, in the rice fields, the husband and wife exchanged kisses. Cold air, and a few droplets of dripping dew further add to the atmosphere that feels syahdu. And their ci*man was getting smoldering, Citra began to add a spoiled bite on her husband's lower lip. Sometimes Prambudi also retaliated.

Prambudi began to touch the slender body of his wife. Her hands slid into Citra's clothes. Every touch made Prambudi make the breath of Citra more hunting.

"Maahhhh's? Yaahh?," There was a sound from the back seat. Prambudi. Amanda wakes up, looking to rub her eyes.

"Kok stop the car?" asked Amanda innocently.

"Why are you awake?" Prambudi asked, while Citra covered her mouth with laughter.

"The car stopped Yaahh. I want the car to keep going," Amanda sounded whining.

"Alright," Prambudi sighed, then turned his car back on.

They went back on their journey. The image several times pinched Prambudi's arm slowly. His face was flushed with laughter. Cars began to enter the uneven streets. The drowsiness that Amanda had felt, has now disappeared. Amanda sat there enjoying the shock of the hole-filled streets.

The next fifteen minutes they arrived home. The image of walking with a cane into the house and sitting in the kitchen chair. Prambudi was busy putting dirty clothes in the laundry tub. Afterwards Prambudi immediately took the shirt in the closet and ready to go to work.

"Not taking a shower?" asked Citra in surprise.

"No ah, afraid of a late hunt," Prambudi chuckled. The image closed her nose and shook her hands as if her husband was stinking.

"You don't move much, Cit. This will not call Bu Utami to nemenin Manda. Anyway you take a lot of rest," Prambudi kissed Citra's forehead. Citra nods to her husband's advice.

"I left first huh," Prambudi hurried over, leaving Citra with Amanda in the kitchen room.

A few minutes after Prambudi left for work, the pet cat Amanda was seen walking and climbed to the table in front of Citra. Citra closely watched her daughter's beloved cat. His body looks more full. The image stroked the feather elus of the cypress gently.

"What is this?" Citra found something in the corner of the cypress's lips. The image takes a tissue and wipes it.

"What did you eat, how was there blood?" Citra asked Cemong, a question that was in vain. The cat will never answer the question.

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