The Skewers House
Restore it!

The image of waking up in his soft mattress that is so comfortable and fragrant. Glanced at the shiny silver clock mounted on the wall. At half-eight, Citra woke up late. Maybe his body was so enjoying the sensation of releasing longs with the bedroom that has been with him since that Elementary School.

Image grabbing HP on the table. There are some incoming messages from Prambudi.

- What a beautiful dream

dear, I went to work first. You're up yet?-

Imaging immediately typing reply.

- I just woke up Yang. Have you eaten? When will you pick me up?-

The image sent a message to her husband. The image still keeps an eye on its HP screen. Hopefully the message will be read and replied to by Prambudi.

I'm kangen-

Image back send a message. However, there was no sign of Prambudi opening a message from him. The image breathed. He realized Prambudi now must be busy working, and will not touch his HP unless the break time later.

The image flicked his blanket a little rough. The ring he held while sleeping last night was thrown up and fell to the floor.

Tracks

Ting ting ting ting ting

The ring rolled under the bed, and made a loud noise.

"Duh," The image snorted in annoyance.

The image crouched down, trying to look down under the bed. Quite difficult, because the distance of the floor and the wooden buffer bed is very tight, maybe about twenty centimeters only.

The image finally fell on his stomach, peering at the bottom under the bed. Although dark Citra can see a shiny object lying there. The image stuck out his right hand. He tried to get the ring.

"Aahhhh," Citra tried to reach out by feeling the palpable where the ring was seen. In fact, it is quite difficult to reach it, because it is located almost in the middle of the bed.

With all her might, Citra tried to put her hand deeper, into the middle of the bed. And finally succeeded, Citra got the ring given her husband.

"Finally. . .," Imagra muttered happily.

Sshhhaaa

A voice sounded, like a gust of wind. And somehow the fur I sat Citra stood up. There was an unusual chill felt by him. The image was about to pull his hand out from under the bed, but suddenly a hand that felt cold as ice gripped his arm.

The image is so shocked and frightened. He kept trying to force his hand out from under the bed. But the effort he made was in vain. The invisible hand was gripping too tightly.

Even now the mysterious hand is trying to pull Citra under the bed. The image is getting more frightened. He wanted to scream, but his throat was choked, he felt stuck, he was unable to make a sound.

Duggs

Head Citra hit the wooden support bed. The image felt pain and the temples were throbbing. The image plunged his feet into the support wood, with all his might he pulled his hand.

"Hnggggg," Citra exerted her strength.

This time Citra managed to pull her hand as well as the hand that gripped her. Now it appears in front of the image of a pale-skinned hand with black fingernails. The attractive figure of Citra is seen sticking his head out from under the bed.

The figure of a woman with jet black hair was unraveling. His eyes glared red, but part of his face was not clearly visible because it was covered with long hair.

The image gulped, his entire body trembling. Fear enveloped his heart. Cold sweat had soaked his forehead, arms and back. Almost all the pajamas he wore were soaked in sweat. The image could only be silent and silent, fear had frozen all over its body.

Dokkk Dokkk Dokkk

I heard the door of the room knock.

"Cit . . .Image, wake up baby. Breakfast yuk," There was the sound of Mrs Doto on the doorstep.

The image of reflexes turned his head, but he could not answer the call of his mother.

"Cit?," Madame Doto finally opened the door of Citra's room, because there was no answer from inside.

"Well are you there?, ' Madam Doto asked as she saw her daughter sitting on the floor, under the bed.

The image is still still still. His eyes looked at Madame Doto so sharply.

"Cit?" Madam Doto called Citra back.

The image gasped, as if life had just returned to its body. Then Citra turned to look at her hand that had been gripped by a frightening figure. But now, there was nothing in front of him. No pale hands gripped him, nor did the figure of the sinister woman disappear, vanishing without a trace.

"Cit? What are you?," Madam Doto began to panic at seeing the sweaty Image sitting on the floor with a puzzled expression.

"Ah, I was just a nightmare Mother," Citra tried to smile in front of her Mother.

"Hmmm. . There is only. Uh let's go to the kitchen, have breakfast," Mrs Doto stroked Citra's sweaty hair.

"Where's Bun?," Image searched for the currently unseen figure of his daughter's nose..

"In front of the TV. You guys at home don't have TV? Manda can't watch cartoons" Madam Doto asked half the blame.

"Well the name is also a new household began to stand alone Bun," Citra stood up from her seat.

"You don't seem to be taking care of my son, either" Madam Doto looked sad looking at Citra's hair and face. To Mrs Doto, her daughter now looks more dull.

"But I'm happy Bun. I'm happy with Mas Pram. Even want as poor as I am, as long as together Mas Pram my heart is serene Bun," Citra stared at the ring in her grasp. The ring that was asked for by a creepy figure. The image does not understand whether the event he just experienced is a reality or not just an illusion.

"It's been morning, I don't want to debate with you. Now we go to the dinner table. We have breakfast," Madame Doto sighed. He tried to give up more. As much as Mrs Doto hated her daughter-in-law, she was more tormented if Citra and Amanda left the house again. For that Mrs Doto tried to improve her relationship with Citra.

Finally Citra and Mrs Doto headed to the dining room. Prambudi's ring was again worn by Citra on the index finger of his left hand. In the dining room, Citra simply took a piece of bread with blueberry jam. Then he walked to the living room, where Amanda looked fun watching cartoons while stroking elus the cypress.

"Eh Mamah is awake" said Amanda as she watched Citra walk up to her seat.

"Had dong sayangg," Citra sat next to Amanda who looked fun watching cartoons on TV.

"Partner, this is for you," Madame Doto arrived and offered a credit card.

"What's Bun doing?," Citra asked cluelessly.

"Your sound is already blocked by the father, so use the Mother's. Now you need treatment, baby. Your face is so dull. Remember Cit, a man is always easily bored, and always want to see his partner look beautiful. So take care of yourself, do not let the Prambudi turn to another woman," Mrs Doto gave advice

Citra nodded in agreement and finally accepted the credit card Mrs Doto gave her. What Madam Doto said was true as well. Citra decided to go to the street mall, as well as pampering the skin of her face and body later.

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