The Skewers House
A good aunt

Image woke up at 6 am. He was still in Prambudi's arms when he opened his eyes. The mood this morning felt much better than the day before. Indeed, it must be admitted, the activity of the bed becomes one of the things that determine the quality of the relationship between husband and wife.

Citra and Prambudi are in one blanket. While their clothes were still splattered on the top floor. The image looked at her sleeping husband's face. He rubbed Prambudi's eyebrows so thick, making the owner of the eyebrows open his eyes slowly.

The eyes of Prambudi and Citra meet in silence. The smile of the image is so sweet. Her thin lips were a true reddish tinge making her even more beautiful.

"Cit?," Prambudi called Citra half in a whisper.

"Hmm?," The image was still smiling. Their faces were so close to each other, their gazes were so fixed. The eyes are the parts of the human body that cannot lie. Feelings of love and affection are clearly drawn from every look in the eyes of the couple.

"Thank you for realizing one of my dreams" Prambudi kissed Citra's forehead.

"Dream?," Citra placed her tiny palm on Prambudi's cheek.

"Yes. I, from childhood, never knew what my family was like. I never understood what it was like to have someone nearby. I never knew what a house meant. Now I'm starting to get it. I'm starting to know, I get it. The house is not just a physical building where shelter, but the house is a heart building built with loved ones," Prambudi said his sentence, his eyeballs look vibrating and glassy.

"House is you, we. Do trivial things, argue small, indulge in indulgence, and spend the rest of the age with you, "There is a warm globule dripping in the corner of Prambudi's eye.

"Mas," Citra called Prambudi lirih. But quickly Prambudi's index finger he put it on Citra's lips, telling her to be quiet.

"When I started to lose faith in people, when I started not believing in world justice, you came Cit. You complete the pieces in my empty heart," Prambudi left his index finger on Citra's lips.

"I'm not like that, either. When I felt my world had collapsed, it was you who brought me out of despair" Citra hugged Prambudi.

There are many things they have been through. Many tears spilled, hurt, and despair they had forgotten. Now, Prambudi just wants to live happily with his son and wife. Whatever way he was determined to take it. His little family is the home, the world and the life of Prambudi today.

The image holds Prambudi so tightly, their skin touching each other. And like any normal man, the morning is a vulnerable time to touch. Prambudi wants to do it again. She looked at Amanda in her bed, still looking slumbering. Prambudi covered himself and Citra with a blanket. This morning, the cold air warmed up.

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After Prambudi left for work, Citra still cleaned the dining table and washed dirty dishes. That's when Amanda, her cute little daughter awakens. Still with a pillow face, he walked into the kitchen while dragging his doraemon doll.

"Aduuhh, your son just woke up," Citra approached Amanda and held her in her arms.

"I want to drink Mahh's milk," Amanda whines for milk.

"OK dear," The image blinked one eye.

The image lowered Amanda from the sling, then deftly prepared warm milk for her little daughter.

"Well, last night where did you go?" Amanda asked as she rubbed her two eyes.

"Eh? Last night?," Image was a little surprised by Amanda's question. So when he and Prambudi were making out on the top floor the little boy woke up.

"Yes Mah. Last night I woke up, kebelet peed. Mama-sama Yamah does not exist. Though I would not dare to pee alone," Amanda felt protested to Citra because she was left alone in the room.

"Ah, that . . .Mom and Dad had a conversation on the top floor, son. Maafin Mamah yes," Citra ended up lying, she replied just as original. The image placed a glass of warm milk in front of Amanda.

"Keep, you wet the bed means son?," The image gently caressed Amanda's long, jet-black hair.

"To the bathroom itself?," Citra asked her daughter again.

"No," Amanda shook her head quickly.

"Lha continues?," The image is getting less and less understood by the words Amanda.

"I'm being ushered in aunty" Amanda replied as she sipped her warm milk.

"Aunty? Aunty who's Nak?," The image slightly raised the tone of his speech. His heart beats faster.

"Good aunt Maaah" Amanda replied with her innocent face. A glass of milk has run out, not a single drop remains.

"Who's the name Nak?," Image clasped Amanda's hand, her nape began to crumble, she creeped in fear.

"don't know. Isn't it Mamah's friend?" Amanda asked her Mom.

"Why is that auntie, baby? By the way what is he?," The image slightly shook Amanda's hand. Fear and curiosity mixed in his mind.

"Just take Manda to the bathroom. The aunt kept smiling to Manda. Oh yes, the aunt said that she often stayed here Mahh," Amanda seemed to remember. The image gulped, his throat felt dry.

"Indeed, the aunt would stay here sleeping where Nak is?" Citra stared intently at Amanda. In his heart he could guess the answer of his own question.

"In Mah's upper room" Amanda answered quickly.

The image takes a glass and pours water from the dispenser. He felt he had to wet his throat. The image drinks the water in a hurry, spending a full glass in one gulp.

"Manda dear . . .you must promise Mama, if there is a Aunt again, call Mamah. You can't talk to or be friends with that aunt. You understand?," The image glared at Amanda. It was a clear look of a frightened face.

"Why Mah?" Amanda felt a little afraid of her Mom. Amanda memorized very well, Mamahnya rarely marang but this time the Mamahnya glared at him.

"Kan Manda can't be friends with strangers. We don't know Aunt is good or evil, son," Citra gave an excuse.

"But Aunt is good Maahh. Beautiful, generous smile too" Amanda protested.

"Manda!," The image grew glaring, its breath hunting.

Amanda was terrified. The little boy held back the crying. The image that realized he had scared Amanda finally clutched her only daughter. She gently stroked Amanda's hair.

"Manda . , Mamah just doesn't want Manda to hang out with strangers. I promise you, I won't leave Manda alone again. Okay, baby?" Image peeked at Amanda's cheek.

"Yes Maahh," Amanda nodded in agreement.

"Well, we're going to get to where Bu Utami is, '" Citra smiled, trying to calm herself. Amanda was silent this time not answering.

The image rushed to clean the dining table, then locked the back door. A little rushed Citra invites Amanda out of the house to the place of Bu Utami. The image felt better waiting for her husband to come home from work at the neighbor's house as usual.

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