The Skewers House
The Former

A sedan car is parked in the basement of the mall with lights on. Andre was in the car, he looked riled up. She was clearly shocked by the recent incident. While Linda, sitting in the steering chair does not immediately run her car. Linda just stared at Andre.

"Ndree?" Linda called Andre slowly. Andre did not answer.

"Tales dong same me. Who was that? And why?" Linda patted Andre's shoulder gently.

"Can't you ask a lot this time?" Andre scratched the back of his head. His expression still looked tense.

"Who knows I can help" Linda replied lightly.

"He's my ex. But he said he didn't recognize me. And that little boy, could it be his son? Arghh, damn it!," Andre hit the car dashboard.

"Hey hey pissed off, anarchist don't dong. The installments haven't paid off yet," Linda tried a little joking. Andre doesn't care about it.

"Gini gini, try the same story. Believe me, although maybe I can not give a solution at least it can make you more relieved," Linda patted Andre's shoulder again. Andre sounded out a sigh.

"I'll tell you the story first" Andre asked Linda to run his car.

"Okay, you're ready, sir" Linda cengengesan. Linda stepped on the gas pedal of her car, they got out of the parking lot of the mall.

The atmosphere of the city at night looks so vibrant. Lights and knickknacks shone along the way as if to emphasize the difference between civilization and village. Along the way also many traders who began to open the field. Coffee stalls, fried rice, to the type of food that is burned, all there. Thin smoke from food processing flies into the car through an open glass gap. The pleasant and flavorful aroma was so fragrant tempting Linda's stomach and tongue that had not eaten.

"Damn it! I'm hungry" linda rubbed her stomach.

"Eat yuk?" Linda asked Andre who was still silent.

Because she never got an answer or response from Andre, Linda decided to stop at a meatball stall. Smoke with the smell of cow broth was striking, really making Linda even more hungry.

"Look down," Linda pulled Andre's arm. His cousin was still silent and did not budge from his seat.

"Andre, come on. .plis, I'm so hungry, '" Linda grumbled.

Andre snorted in annoyance, but he finally obeyed Linda. With gontai Andre walked into the stall and took a seat in the corner of the room.

"Second meatballs and iced tea are also two yes sir," Linda ordered the food.

"Ndree, come on. Don't make me wonder, '" Linda urged Andre to tell her a story.

"Why are you a maksa? I told you it was my ex" Andre was a little annoyed at being interrogated by Linda.

"Yes I also know that it's your ex. Which is my question why after meeting her you're like a kale dipped in hot water, withered?" Linda sneered.

"He's my only ex" Andre sighed softly. He looked up at the sky.

"I dated her for less than two years. She's beautiful and pretty smart. I was comfortable with him at the time. He is the son of Mr. Doto a wealthy businessman, you must know Mr. Doto?," Andre looked at Linda, Linda just nodded.

"Keep if he's so perfect, why did you split up? Surely you were left out yes, because he got a better person," Linda continued to tease Andre. Citra could have fallen in love with Prambudi while still with Andre.

"The thing I regret the most in my life until now is that I left him," Andre looked so sad, his face bent.

The waiter delivered the food that Linda had ordered. With a stomach that had been rumbling unstoppably, Linda immediately grabbed the meatballs that had been served. Linda poured the chili and soy sauce and immediately stuffed the meat ball into her tiny mouth. He did not have to feel reluctant to eat bar-bar in front of Andre.

"Why did you leave him? Life is supposed to be enjoyed, not regretted you know," Linda pointed at Andre's face using a fork in her left hand.

"I prefer my studies. Honestly, having that relationship was quite a drain on my time, reducing my focus. I decided to leave him when I left for overseas, "Andre was seen just playing his spoon.

"That's your choice Ndre. So, don't regret dong. After all she was already happy, even forgetting who you are," Linda chuckled.

"That's the problem, there's no way he's forgotten about me. He looked at me like he didn't even know me. As if I were a stranger," Andre did not touch the food in front of him, just playing the spoon in his hand.

"Is he brainwashed? Or used to forget me?," Andre said what he had in mind, a ridiculous guess actually for an Andre.

"Uhuukk uhhukk uhukk," Linda choked.

"Ndree, plis is. Do you believe that?" Linda laughed this time. Linda was astonished at the thought of her cousin who had proven his intelligence.

"Because there's no way she forgot about me Lin. Impossible, impossible!," Andre looked at Linda sharply.

"Why are you so sure?" Linda asked again with a mouthful of meatballs.

"Because. . 'cause I left her abroad pregnant young, '" Andre hesitated a little.

Like being struck by lightning in a hole, Linda was really surprised by what she heard. For a few seconds, Linda was silent. His mouth is locked.

"You've gone crazy Ndre" Linda said after a while.

"Yes I'm crazy. I owe him an apology. And the little girl beside him earlier, could it be my son?," Andre massaged his own forehead.

"You jerk guy turns out. How could you leave a young pregnant woman to pursue your own selfishness," Linda glared, from the look on her face as if she could not believe the behavior of her cousin. Linda is no better than Andre.

"Yes I know, I realize. I tried to contact him but couldn't. Once in this country I also directly ask people to find out if he still lives in his house first. And as it turned out, it was rumored that she had moved in with her husband," Andre sighed. It was obvious regret from the look in his eyes.

"Certainly? You've already met him Ndre, what do you want to do now? He doesn't recognize you anymore. As a woman if I were in her position I would also forget about you" Linda spoke in a cynical tone.

"I'm sure something's wrong with him. I need to meet and talk to him again. At least he should remember about me, I should correct my former mistake," Andre clenched his hand tightly.

Linda did not comment this time. He is busy with his own thoughts. So, Amanda's not Prambudi's son? Then how could Prambudi look so dear to the boy, as if Amanda was his flesh and blood? Or maybe all this time Citra has been deceiving Prambudi?

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