The Skewers House
Bunch of flies

The most exciting activity when the mother is gathered is cooking together. Especially if you make a spicy dish, it feels more clop and fit. Similarly, Citra and Bu Utami did this morning. They enjoy cooking while joking and sometimes also talk about the latest news of their favorite artists on TV.

"Living in the city . . It feels good huh Ma'am?," Arrived Bu Utami asked Citra.

"Mother's daughter?" The image asked Bu Utami.

"Yes good, close to where you're going. To the mall, the shopping, the dining, the rame as well," Bu Utami poured peanut seasoning on the boiled vegetables.

"That's the good side, ma'am. There is also a bad side. Well the point is ma'am, wherever it's important together with family and people who are good to us, must still be good," Citra spoke from her heart this time.

"Hi hi hi hi, Ma'am Citra spoke like a motivator," Bu Utami chuckled.

"He he he. . By the way sorry we are ma'am, because it is always a hassle. If there is a hassle, trouble always call Bu Ut to come here. Though we were new neighbors," Citra held onto Bu Utami's arm. Citra is grateful to have a kind and friendly neighbor like Bu Utami.

"Well, ma'am, not pa pa pa. Lha wong at home also does not say anything. Husbands work out of town, children also go to school. If not here at home most just gossip about Sumini," Bu Utami smiled at Citra.

"Hmmm, let's eat Bu rujaknya," Citra took the rujak in the cobek that is ready to eat.

"Well, that's what I'm waiting for. I was drooling from earlier," Bu Utami laughed, as did Citra. They both enjoyed the food they had made together.

After eating, Bu Utami and Citra sat in the backyard watching Amanda play with Cemong.

"Bu Ut, who used to own this house . . .Ma'am Retno I mean, which person is the real one?," Citra suddenly asked about Mbak Retno. Bu Utami directly stopped eating, she was actually reluctant to discuss it.

"Where are you, Ma'am" Bu Utami improved his sitting position.

"The story of dong Bu Ut, I'm curious, you know," Citra urged, she did not care about Bu Utami who did not seem to like the topic of conversation..

"This as far as I know, Ma'am Retno used to be a singer, dancer too, met her son Mbah Kadir in a show. Reportedly, Retno's mother was a kara, did not have parents and family. She used to be raised in an orphanage," Bu Utami half whispered.

"The orphanage? Around here?," Citra asked further.

"No idea Ma'am, I don't understand it" Bu Utami shrugged both shoulders at the same time.

"Because of the unclear origin, which reportedly makes Mbah Kadir not so fond of Mbak Retno. Every little thing will be magnified by Mbah Kadir. But we are only neighbors, what really happened only Mbah Kadir, his son and Mbak Retno know," Bu Utami concluded the story.

"Hmm, living with the in-laws is not much fun, huh Bu Ut?," Citra asked again, she looked up at the sky that looks bright today.

"It depends on the person. I lived with my in-laws for almost a year. It's delicious" Bu Utami smiled.

"Yes but. . indeed if we end the war night, the morning before dawn would be shampooing anyway like to be embarrassed Mbak Cit," Bu Utami laughed, shut his mouth using his right hand.

"Mbak Citra has never lived with her in-laws?," Bu Utami asked in astonishment.

"Emm, Mas Pram from small in Bu Ut's parlour. He has no parents. The story is almost the same as that of Retno. Mas Pram was also not very liked by the mother's father," Citra sighed, remembering her husband

"Ah, forgive my words Ma'am," Bu Utami looks misbehaved, he feels bad.

"En . . .Ma'am Citra the child of the rich huh?," Bu Utami hesitated with his question.

"Maybe Bu Ut knew Mr. Doto? He's my father, "The image sustains his chin, his gaze fixed on the back garden of the house.

Citra feels lucky to be born in an affluent family. However, he felt even more fortunate when met with a husband figure like Prambudi. If he could choose, he would rather be in a normal family, but still meet Prambudi rather than be the heir to a conglomerate fortune but lose a husband like Prambudi.

"Sir Doto? The businessman who is said to be the richest in this district?, Ma'am," Pekik Bu Utami was shocked. He seemed to not believe the words of Citra.

"Yes Bu Ut. But again do not talk about this with Bu Sumini yes," Citra smiled looking at Bu Utami who glared in shock.

"Ah yes Ma'am. Secrets guaranteed," Bu Utami moved her hand in front of her lips, as if she was closing a zipper. The image of a small laugh.

"Maahh, a lot of flies" Amanda suddenly whined.

Both Citra and Bu Utami just realized, where they sat a lot of flies flying. Out of nowhere, and out of nowhere, the insect buzzed and floated before them. There are even types of green flies that are large enough among the swarms of insects.

"This is why so many flies like this, yes" Citra muttered to herself.

"If there are many gini flies there could be a rotting carcass, Ma'am" Bu Utami fluttered his hand.

"Corpse?," Citra frowned not understanding.

"Yes Ma'am. At my house I also used to think of it. Not in the plavon there is a dead cat," Bu Utami explained.

"Well, it's hard to find a little animal dead in this house. The problem is," Bu Utami scratched his head. Likewise Citra, she had only seen this many swarms of flies this time. The fine fur fur on his arm was seen standing up, goosebumps.

"Gini is Mbak. Let me mop the floor with carbole, right?" Bu Utami gave the idea.

"There's Ma'am," Citra answered briefly. He was still goosebumps watching the flies flying around him.

"Usually when the floor of the house has been cleaned, dipel with carbole, the aroma makes the flies go away Mbak," Bu Utami stood up from his seat.

"But so ngrepotin Bu Ut nih," Citra felt bad for Bu Utami. Though he was invited to the house to accompany, not for some clean and clean.

"No pa pa pa Mbak Citra, all sports," Bu Utami laughed. The image sighed softly, he really felt uneasy at his super good neighbor.

And sure enough, after all the floors were dipel and cleaned fly flies that came out of nowhere it disappeared. Amanda returned to playing quietly. Similarly Citra and Bu Utami, can continue the chat while drinking tea in the backyard comfortably.

Nguuungg nguungg

All they didn't know was that the green fly was still tiled upstairs. Most are attached to the door of the room that is always closed and locked tightly.

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