The Skewers House
Lari . . . Suminis

Amanda drank her Mama's milk when the sound of people saying greetings from the front door. Bu Utami turned out to have come with his friendly smile. Not only Bu Utami, there is also Bu Sumini who joined the meeting to Citra place.

"Waahh, there's Bu Sumini too," Citra said kindly. He greeted his two guests while walking a little limped.

"Duhh, Ma'am don't move much first if it still hurts," Bu Utami helped Citra, they finally sat in the living room chair.

"This was Sumini fit again in my house Ma'am. In the morning, I was making rumors. Pas Mas Prambudi to the house Ngabarin Mbak Citra just fell, eehh he asked to come here," Bu Utami poked the makeup of Bu Sumini's arm, look funny.

"I want to see the condition of this house now. I haven't played here in a long time," Ms. Sumini spread her gaze across the room.

"Ihh, the painting is really cool," said Bu Sumini spontaneously.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm also not comfortable seeing it," Citra chimed in.

"Down Ma'am," Bu Sumini whispered slightly, with glaring eyes. Really the type of cooker.

"The owner is too. But Mbah Kadir did not allow it," Citra sighed softly.

"Based on that freak, the Old Man," Bu Sumini propped up her chin, her eyes still traversing the entire room.

"Owala Sum Sum, you are if you comment on the life of the lightest person indeed. You came here earlier to visit Mbak Citra or want 'maido' Mbah Kadir anyway?," Bu Utami sewot.

"He he he," Sumini ma'am cengenesan.

"Mbak Citra how is the story really how is his leg like that?," Bu Utami diverted the chat.

"Fall Mom. Slips on the stairs," replied Short Image.

"We all don't know that Mbak Citra is inpatient at the clinic," Bu Utami looks like he really cares about Citra. While Bu Sumini is still busy paying attention to the details of Citra's rented house.

"It was only a two-night hospitalization anyway" Citra smiled.

"By the way, last night I was like hearing the sound of a parking car in this house deh Ma'am," Ms. Sumini looked like she was remembering something.

"It's impossible that Miss Sum. We all sleep in the clinic. No one came back here" Citra denied, because she knew no one had come home in two nights.

"Partially, where you might hear Sum Sum. .the distance of your house here is two hundred meters," Bu Utami chimed.

"Truly, it's right in the middle of the mall. There was a cat fighting in my front yard. Me and my bojo came out to ngusir cat cat. Continuing to hear the sound of a car, I am sure parking in this house," Ms. Sumini insisted with her statement.

"Alaahhh, your ears need to be checked by an ENT doctor," Bu Utami continued to refute Bu Sumini's words. They both had an unimportant discussion.

Meanwhile, Citra was reminded of Prambudi's strange gelagat on the first morning in the clinic. Some of his body was wet, like rain, bruised, and Prambudi Trepeplosan told Amanda that he had previously returned home. The image fell silent, thinking, why did her husband come home in the middle of the night? Is there anything left behind? And why should he lie? Citra massaged her forehead.

"Mbak Cit," Bu Utami touched Citra's arm. Reawakening the Image of his daydream.

"Udah don't think about Sumini's nonsense," Bu Utami smiled kindly. His coachman's debate with Bu Sumini was over without a winner.

"Oh yes Ma'am, where is Amanda?" Utami looked for Amanda.

"Ah, yes. .he was in the kitchen alone earlier. Let's move to the kitchen if that's Mom. All of you may be able to cook together later," Citra moved from her seat, followed by Bu Utami who immediately grabbed Citra's arm. Mrs Utami helped the sick host to walk.

After a while, Bu Sumini was about to catch up with Bu Utami and Citra, until he finally found the stairs to the upper floor located next to the room. Bu Sumini slightly tiptoed up the stairs to the second floor. Somehow he felt curious, hoping to find something to be used as gossip material.

The upper floor consists of two rooms. One room with an open door has a spacious looking balcony and one room with a tightly closed door. Ms. Sumini is now on the balcony, looking at the beautiful river with the gurgling water not far from where she stands.

"Enak is also this house," Bu Sumini muttered to herself, her head nodding in a nod at the thought of owning a house like this.

Ms. Sumini went back up, about to go down to the first floor.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

Suddenly the sound of the door on the knock. The tightly shut door of the room heard a soft knock from inside. Ms. Sumini was silent, trying to sharpen her hearing.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

Now it was clear, it was true that there was a sound like a door was knocked from the direction of the tightly closed room. Bu Sumini approached, hesitating a bit that he tried to open the door,

but failed. The door is locked firmly.

Wshh wshh wshhh

This time it sounded like someone was muttering behind the door. Ms. Sumini put her ear on the door leaf. He tried to hear what that sound was.

"Tooo loonggg kaa miiiii," A soft, hoarse and terrible voice caught Bu Sumini's sense of hearing.

Bu Sumini instantly felt a chill at his nape. Her hair was standing up, she had great goosebumps. Without saying a word, Ms. Sumini took a few steps back and immediately turned back. He tried to calm down, but cold sweat had already poured down his entire body.

Bu Sumini immediately ran down the stairs, he did not follow Bu Utami and Citra in the kitchen but ran out of the house.

"Bak Citra I say I go home firstuu," Bu Sumini shouted while running down the ridge.

"That must be Retno's mother, definitely. .hiii emoh akuu, omah demit omah demit," Bu Sumini muttered to herself as she continued to rush away from Citra's house.

Citra and Bu Utami were a little surprised to hear Bu Sumini who arrived just saying goodbye while running. Let alone sounding, Ms. Sumini ran away from the top floor.

"So that Sumini had gone upstairs, must have found the material for the gossip," Bu Utami muttered exasperatedly.

"Let's Buu, I like Ms. Sumini the person who is clasped, honestly," Citra laughed a little.

"Halah mbaakk, if Sumini is not honest, but the brakes are blong. By the way mbrodol, like a broken muffler," Bu Utami shook his head, Citra laughed at Bu Utami's words.

Citra and Bu Utami this time make rujak petis. They were busy preparing vegetables and smoothing chilies. While Amanda looks carefree playing Barbie doll with Cemong.

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