The Skewers House
The thing in the pants pocket

As usual, four o'clock in the afternoon the atmosphere of the asbestos factory was so crowded. Employees packed their attendance cards into a machine located in front of the exit door. Among them there is Prambudi who looks relaxed in the back row, waiting for a more relaxed atmosphere. And where there is Prambudi, there must be Linda who follows him.

"Mas, we haven't been talking all day like this," Linda poked Prambudi's arm, starting a conversation.

"We get paid for Lin's work. Not talking," Prambudi said, sounding lazy.

"Didn't you want to talk to me?" Linda looked so cute. Prambudi actually held back a laugh, somehow Linda's face like that looks funny.

"I just miss Citra and Amanda Lin" Prambudi answered briefly.

"Yes pa pa pa Mas I was considered in the third place only," Linda looked at Prambudi who looked indifferent.

"Udah first yes, I will be absent. Keep going home," Prambudi stepped forward, inserting his attendance card. And rushed to the motorcycle rickshawman who had parked across the street.

"Wait for Mas" Linda pulled Prambudi's arm, preventing him from walking away.

"What the hell is Lin?," Prambudi was irritated this time.

"Why do you feel away from me?" Linda looked at Prambudi.

"No, it's ordinary. Yes, we were never close. I just want to make friends normally at work, with everyone" Prambudi said.

"But I want us to be closer" Linda grew more and more bold in expressing her heart.

"No Lin, I can't. I already have a wife and children" Prambudi flicked his arm until Linda's grip slipped.

"I never asked you to have this taste. This just happened," Linda's voice sounded trembling.

"Forget over. It was Lin's fault!," Prambudi glared. He felt uneasy, even though the office had been quiet at the moment but he was afraid that someone would see and cause a misunderstanding.

"I know Mas. So give me a chance, just once. Let me assure myself that this is just a curiosity," Linda glazed over. Just this time somehow she felt so emotional in the presence of a man.

"Can't Lin. Honestly you're beautiful, sweet, your career is good. I don't want to play with fire, maybe you're used to it. But I'm afraid of burning. So, complete your curiosity on the right other man! I just wanted Citra, now and then!," Prambudi this time really stepped away. Although she had a look, and from the corner of her eyes she could see Linda bowed, crying.

Prambudi immediately crossed the road and climbed into the passenger seat of a motorcycle rickshaw. He had noticed Linda who was still standing and bowed. There was a small part of his heart that felt pity, but Prambudi immediately threw away the feeling and invited the bettor to immediately spur his vehicle.

After Prambudi left Linda wiped her tears.

"Damn it. Fatigued cry did not work either," Linda stomped her feet to the ground. He really feels annoyed.

Meanwhile, Prambudi enjoys the atmosphere of the streets in the afternoon. A breeze with a brightly colored sky accompanied Prambudi's journey home.

"Who was Mas?" the biker asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Ohh sir's co-worker," Prambudi replied in short. He actually refused to talk about it.

"Huushh. Don't worry sir. I already have a wife" Prambudi snapped a little.

"He he he. . .becanda Mas," Mr. Cengengesan bettor.

"Mas, I didn't go to the river first, kebelet peed," the bettor immediately pulled the bike over. In a hurry he jumped a little from his vehicle. Then ran down the road to the river.

Prambudi sighed, feeling a little annoyed and coxed. Prambudi watched his place stop. The quiet streets, seen a thick bamboo grove across the street. A gentle breeze blew on it causing each tree to rub against it and make a distinctive sound.

Among the sound of bamboo rubbing against the sayup came another voice. A voice that sounded distant and far away. Over time the sound was more clearly heard in Prambudi's ears.

"Pram bu diii," The voice of the humble woman called Prambudi's name

Prambudi fixed his sitting position. He's starting to feel uncomfortable. Sweat as big as corn seeds began to drip on both of his forehead. His throat was stuck, hard to make a sound.

"Praamm buu diiii," There was a voice calling back the name of Prambudi.

Prambudi grew increasingly shocked and frightened, when he saw that there were several women standing lined up under the bamboo grove. Prambudi swiftly reached into something in his pants pocket. He closed his eyes and cast a spell.

"I jaluk padhang ati. Ora duwe padhang. Duweku dimar brackets cumanthol pulung e atiku. Kekuwunge byar padhang ketrawangan,"

Finished chanting, Prambudi opened his eyes slowly. And it turned out that the women who were originally under the bamboo grove had vanished without a trace.

Plaakkk

A pat on Prambudi's shoulder. He was shocked and looked. It turned out that the bettor stood behind Prambudi with his grinning smile.

"Dreaming Mas?," asked the bettor who was surprised to see Prambudi who was dumbfounded.

"Father just ngagetin," Prambudi sighed. His face still looks scared.

"The gas shoots, kayaks just see the devil. .he he," Mr. bettor cengengesan. Prambudi remained silent.

Finally, the motorbike rickshaw again drove leaving the bamboo grove that was still swinging swinging and sounding exposed to the wind. Prambudi still reached into his pants pocket and grasped something inside. The object in his pants pocket is very important for Prambudi. If nothing, it's somehow his life now. Bad things can happen at any time. After about fifteen minutes, finally the bike rickshaw arrived in front of Prambudi's house.

"Fifteen thousand as usual right sir?," Prambudi asked ascertained. The bettor smiled and nodded. Prambudi pays the fitting, the bike rickshaw immediately turns the direction when the task is complete.

Prambudi was about to enter the house when Citra and Amanda were seen walking from the direction of Bu Utami's house. Prambudi smiled as he waved his hand. While waiting for his son and wife to arrive, Prambudi once again reached into his pants pocket. So shocked did Prambudi when he realized the thing he was looking for was not there. Prambudi began to panic, could it be that the object fell while in the rickshaw of the motorcycle earlier?

Prambudi immediately took his HP and called the bettor, but not lifted. Once again he tried to squeeze the bettor's number, waiting for him for a few seconds and still not being lifted. Cold sweat began to trickle down the entire body of Prambudi. She's terrified. Prambudi bit his fingernails, thinking of a way to get out of this panic-stricken situation.

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