The Skewers House
Debris House in the middle of the rice field

Prambudi wears a boxed shirt that looks dull, while Citra and Amanda wear matching white shirts. The three of them walked towards the house of Mbah Kadir, the owner of the contract. Walk around the fiber meter until they arrived at Mbah Kadir's house. A house with a large yard and asem tree on the front. Around the house Mbah Kadir lined 5 other houses, but smaller and narrower when compared to the house Mbah Kadir.

"This is Mbah Kadir Cit's house," Prambudi smiled looking at Citra.

"That's why it's among the wealthiest in the area, its home is the richest," Citra observes.

"Yes, he was the one who was poured here. Elders, there are many deposits," Prambudi half whispered.

"Simpenan?," Citra looked at Prambudi questioningly.

"Ha ha means property, land, gold maybe," Prambudi laughed, rubbing Citra's hair.

"Where do you know Mas?" Citra asked. Prambudi was silent for a moment.

"Possibly, just my guess," Prambudi smiled again, his beautiful wife asked too many questions.

"Yuk ah enter," Prambudi took Citra, and Amanda who had been quietly following her parents. Maybe Amanda is still confused to suddenly move house in the rural area which is certainly far different from the luxurious house of her grandparents.

Dok dok dok

Prambudi knocked on the door slowly.

"Kulonuwuunn" Prambudi said a greeting. No answer, quiet. Like there's no one in the house.

"Mbah Kadiirrr," Prambudi called the caller who had a house.

There was a sound of coughing from inside the house. The sound of footsteps like being dragged and wooden sticks knocking on the ceramic floor sounded loud. The next minute the door opens. The old grandfather wore an udheng (headband) with a face full of wrinkles, looking old out from inside the house.

"Hmmm, son who is this . ..I forgot," Mbah Kadir was seen remembering.

"Prambudi Mbaah," Prambudi immediately replied with a friendly smile.

"Ah, yes. Nak Prambudi, let's go in" Mbah Kadir invited his guest in.

Eventually they all went into the house. The living room is quite spacious, with beautiful carved teak chairs. The walls are painted white clean, but seen in some corners of the room there are many blackened spider nests.

"Include Mbah, this is my wife Citra and my son Amanda," Prambudi introduced Citra and Amanda to Mbah Kadir.

"Oohh, I'm Mbah Kadir. Hopefully it is a comfort in the house," Mbah Kadir smiled but somehow Citra felt afraid to look at the old man in front of her. While Amanda remained silent, and continued to stick closely to the image.

"Bah, I'm sorry I came here to bother the njenengan," Prambudi expressed the intention of his arrival.

"What's the matter with Nak Budi?" Mbah Kadir asked looking curious.

"Like Mbah, it just so happened that my bike was still in the house before. Not brought here yet. Well, this is the little guy making his way. If there may be, I want to borrow Mbah's bike," Prambudi looked embarrassed.

"Oohh, there is. My son's bike, usually the Prapto make. It was beside the house, the key was also there," Mbah Kadir turned out to be a generous figure.

"Prapto who is Mbah?," Citra finally opened her voice, asking Mbah Kadir.

"Oohh that, who used to help me here. Understandably old to have one child even work abroad. Yes Prapto that every day nengokin and help me," Mbah Kadir explained.

"Oohhh," Citra muttered.

"That is . . . Can you not if the wedding painting in my living room is changed? You see, serem," Citra ventured asking.

"Don't! That's my only painting of my son," Mbah Kadir snapped a little. The image immediately fell in fear. Prambudi pinched Citra's arm rather hard.

"I'm sorry my wife Mbah, she's a coward. We are not going to brain at the house kok Mbah," Prambudi hurriedly apologized.

"Emm, we don't excuse you, Mbah. The bike we borrowed first yes," Prambudi immediately said goodbye, worried Amanda would cry in fear. The jolly child was silent.

Finally Prambudi and his family rode a motorbike owned by Mbah Kadir. While exiting the courtyard of Mbah Kadir's house, they passed by a middle-aged man who was staring at them with a sharp gaze. Maybe the Prapto.

"Mas, Mbah Kadir serem," Citra opened her voice when the motor they were riding had gone away from Mbah Kadir's house.

"Oh Cit, anyways you're weird. Cook wanted to replace the painting made by his son," Prambudi blamed Citra.

"We'll contract there, pay too. Cook can not change the decor of his house," Citra debated Prambudi.

"Can't be Cit. Mbah Kadir it has been pesen same me, his house can be occupied as long as it does not change the contents in it," Prambudi explained.

"What a weird shit Mas? Why did you choose to contract that house? Lagian Mbah Kadir if it's as dear as his son's painting why not take home to his own house just his painting," Citra continuously nagging.

Cittt

Prambudi braked his motorbike, turning to Citra.

"And I explained, I chose a cheap Cit. Should be grateful to get a house that is quite spacious with my financial condition like this. Don't worry about the little things that aren't obvious like this, "Prambudi started to feel emotion.

"Stop Well, mamah. ..don't fight," Amanda finally opened her voice, after being silent. It seems that the toddler was getting sultry with his parents' debate. Amanda at the age of a toddler in fact classified as a smart child and sometimes his talk like an adult. Indeed, parents should not argue in front of the child, more this child is still a toddler.

"Already Cit. Just enjoy being with our little family, without any interference from your Mother's Father," Prambudi sighed.

"Believe in me" Prambudi looked at Citra sincerely. That gaze is what always makes the heart of Citra melt.

"By the way, the view is beautiful Mas," Citra switched the conversation. Looking around in the form of rice fields that are so green.

"Ah, it's like a former house yes Mas," Citra pointed to the debris of the building in the middle of the rice fields not far from where it stands.

"Yes, it seems like it is a former house," Prambudi took notice.

"Yahhhh let's go again" Amanda whined for another way.

"Are you hungry, son?" Image stroked Elus Amanda. Amanda nodded slowly.

"What are we going to eat anyway?" Citra asked Prambudi

"It's like chicken meatball noodles. He said there were many good menus in the district area here," Prambudi pikr for a moment and then replied.

"I love noodles," Amanda cheered cheerfully. Prambudi rubbed Amanda's head with a little rough, so nervous.

Finally Prambudi and his family rode on a motorcycle, passing through the rice fields and house debris in the middle of the rice field. They head to the sub-district mother market, where Prambudi is known to sell a variety of foods, including his family's favorite delicious food, chicken noodles.

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