The Skewers House
Forgot???

A few days ago Andre arrived in Indonesia. He has completed his studies in Sakura. Currently, he is in the room enjoying the strains of his favorite jazz music. Later in the afternoon, his chatty cousin asked to be accompanied by a road to the mall. He said he wanted to find perfume to give to the men he was looking for.

Andre is the second son of a wealthy plastic entrepreneur in the city of T. Andre is a man who is almost perfect. Abundant treasures, good at academics to get scholarships to complete their studies abroad. Honey, until now he is still at home to himself.

Andre had been in a relationship with the most beautiful girl in his college when he took strata one first. Unfortunately their relationship had to run aground, and it was all due to Andre's own fault. Until now, guilt haunted her heart, and she ended up closing herself to another girl. He was afraid of getting into a relationship and going back to hurt his loved ones.

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HP on the table vibrates. Andre grabbed him quickly. A phone he was waiting for from yesterday.

"Haloo. .gimana?," Andre picked up his phone, unceremoniously asking.

"It's not there anymore? Alright. I'm waiting for the next news" Andre ended his phone call.

Andre looked annoyed, his face bent. Andre threw his HP at the table just like that. It was as if he did not care if his HP was broken or damaged. He lay down his body on the bed, his mind glaring far away. He accidentally fell asleep.

* * *

"Hey wake up!," a voice woke Andre up.

Slowly Andre opened his eyes, his body felt violently shaken. When his eyes opened perfectly, Linda was in front of him.

"What time is this? Just disturb the sleeping people," Andre grumbled in annoyance.

"It's five o'clock!" Linda glared.

"Huh? Cook?," Andre immediately got up, sat down and grabbed his HP on the table. And sure enough, it's five o'clock by now.

"How can a slacker like you have such a brilliant brain," Linda shook her head.

"Damn it. I take a shower, yes" Andre gets out of bed.

"As far as you are. I'll wait in the front room, yeah" Linda's coming out of the room.

Andre's current residence was a private house inhabited by three people. There's only a security guard, a housekeeper and Andre. While Andre's parents and older brother occupied another house, located near the family-owned plastic factory.

Linda is in front of the tv, turning it on and enjoying the cooking tv program and eating in the afternoon. His stomach was suddenly hungry. This morning he had not eaten. Linda is on a strict diet, she wants to look slimmer in order to be glimpsed by Prambudi. Given that Citra Prambudi's wife, despite already having one child but her body looks slimmer than him.

"Biii," Linda yelled calling the housekeeper.

"Yes Neng Linda," The Auntie came across the scene.

"There's no low-fat milk in the fridge?" Linda asked without looking at her interlocutor.

"It looks like there's Neng, anyway" The Auntie slightly bowed before Linda. Aunty already knows who and what Linda is like. Although they had not met for a long time, because Andre had not been at home so Linda never visited. However, Bibi knew very well that the girl in front of him was more fierce and bossy than her employer.

"Ambilin dong, just a glass. The glass is gedhe," Linda pointed at the aunt with a TV remote.

"That's all Neng?" the aunt asked, who knew Linda wanted something else.

"No Bi. Aunty wants me fat or what? Pake nawar nawarin other food," Linda sounded sewot.

"Ah, not really Neng," Auntie immediately shuffled back. He doesn't want to get angry if he talks more. Auntie walks into the kitchen, leaving Linda alone.

"I'm ready to go" Andre was ready, he was wearing a long-sleeved dark blue shirt with cream pants.

"Compared to your target man, I'm better huh?" Andre smiled braggingly.

"Not even Ndre. Maybe you're a little prettier than him, but nothing about charisma can beat him. Uhh, I feel like I've missed seeing her," Linda smiled as she propped up her chin.

"Ha ha ha, like you, '" Andre laughed, he felt that his cousin was really drunk with love.

"Yuk's leaving," Linda stood up, turning off the tivi.

Andre and Linda were getting ready to leave the house when Auntie came with a glass of milk.

"Neng, here's the milk," Auntie called Linda who was already at the door.

"Not so Bi, anyway," Linda waved her hand.

"Make Aunty yes," Andre smiled briefly. Linda and Andre left the dumb-ass Aunt with a tray with a glass of milk in her hand.

"And I don't drink milk" said the Aunt.

* * *

It has been an hour Andre accompanied Linda around the mall looking for perfume that suits her will. And after circling every corner of the mall, Linda finally invited back to the perfume shop they first came to.

"Plis dehhh," Andre grumbled in annoyance. Linda did not care and continued to hold and drag Andre to follow her.

Linda again chose the choice, and finally decided to buy one of the actual perfumes from the beginning already advised by Andre.

"I told you, daritadi, that's the best fit. The smell was calm but it was delicious," Andre grumbled.

"Yes? Yes, but if we do not go around the muter first, we will not know if this is the most appropriate" Linda replied lightly. Andre could only sigh, resignedly.

While waiting for Linda to queue at the cashier, Andre stood in front of the store entrance. It was at that moment that he saw the person he had been so eager to meet. She was with a mother and a little girl who looked beautiful and cute. Andre immediately ran after the person.

"Partner?" Andre called out softly.

The person he called looked. They stared at each other in silence. Andre looked at him with a look full of sadness and longing, while the person had a look of eyes that looked like fear.

"Partner, we can finally meet," Andre breathed a sigh of relief. The person Andre was looking for, the former who made him unable to move on all this time, was none other than Citra. And this time Citra is on her way with Amanda and Mrs Doto.

"Who are you?" Citra asked, her voice trembling. Suddenly Citra clasped Amanda's hand so tightly.

"Huh? It's me. . . Andre Cit," Andre tried to convince. He was a little misbehaved, could it be that it was the wrong person? Or don't let his face change so much that Citra doesn't recognize him anymore. Ah, that's impossible.

"I don't know you!" The image raised his voice.

"Who is Son?" Madame Doto asked, curious.

"Not knowing Bun, not knowing. Let's go home, "Picture pulls on the arms of the Mother.

Andre was just speechless, his mouth tightly closed. He was confused and did not understand, how could Citra forget him? Forgetting in the real sense. It was as if he did not know Andre at all.

Meanwhile, Linda stared at the incident from a distance. There was a curiosity as well as a crazy idea in his mind. For Linda what she saw this time, it could be one of the weapons to seize Prambudi.

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