The Skewers House
Blue Light Shop

A black car drove out of the airport area. Mr. Doto sat in the back seat while occasionally looking at his HP. He saw a look at the java calendar on an online site.

"Wiryo?" Doto called Wiryo, his personal driver.

"Yes sir?" Wiryo immediately replied. His eyes felt a little sleepiness, he was sleep deprived. The night follows her employer from one meeting to another outside the city. The meeting with the businessmen that most of the content of the conversation did not understand Wiryo at all.

"Today instead of Rebo Wage Manahil?," Mr. Doto asked still paying attention to the HP in his hand.

"It seems so sir. Today is Wednesday Wage, but his wuku apologies I do not memorize Sir," Wiryo replied according to what he knew.

"You know what it is. So my assistant doesn't know all that much" Mr. Doto said.

Wiryo just kept quiet. Working on Mr. Doto must indeed be ready to be the target of mistakes. Especially if the old bandot was upset, Wiryo had to accept along the way with him full of swear and harsh words. Wiryo did nothing wrong.

However, all of that will be forgotten when the beginning of the month arrives. The salary Wiryo received from Mr. Doto was more than enough. During his work as a driver at several employers, it was Pak Doto who gave the most human salary. Occasionally also get a bonus from his employer for a one-night date with a beautiful girl.

"We go to Ki Sapta Tuan?," Wiryo asked doubtfully.

"Yes, but we went to the Blue Light shop first to buy frankincense," replied Mr. Doto.

"Okay sir" Wiryo nodded at his employer's orders.

Drrtt Drrtt Drrttt

A phone makes Mr. Doto's HP vibrate. It was a call from Mrs Doto. Mr. Doto was a little surprised, his wife's tumben called. Usually more often send messages or chat via WA only.

Mr. Doto's domestic life is bland. Increasing age even less desire to be with his wife. Maybe it has become his nature, when wealth and success are achieved then he wants more.

Bed life is still needed by Mr. Doto in fact not filled by the wife. Madam Doto only cares about the monthly rations of money, and forgets the inner rations for her husband. As a result, Mr. Doto became an old man who likes to snack here and there.

Mr. Doto picked up the phone from his wife. At first he suspected his wife was about to ask for extra money to buy jewelry or something. Apparently, Mr. Doto was wrong. His wife informed him that Citra and Amanda had returned home. While Prambudi, the daughter-in-law he hated did not come home. Mr. Doto smiled happily not overbearing.

"Wiryo, speed up the road! My son and grandson have gone home" Mr. Doto gave the order to Wiryo after hanging up. It was seen that his smile was growing among his thick, whitened mustache.

"Okay sir," Wiryo nodded quickly. Still, there's not much he can do. The roads are so crowded right now.

Again Mr. Doto felt a vibration in his HP. This time a message came in from the coordinator. A news that once again makes Mr. Doto's lips singly smile.

- We managed to get the information where your daughter-in-law works now-

"Ha ha ha ha. . It looks like today I got a joker card," Mr. Doto laughed loudly. Wiryo noticed it but did not dare to ask.

bring four of your men. We met at the Blue-light shop

Mr. Doto replied to the message of his men.

"Wiryo, play the song!," Mr. Doto gave the order that was directly obeyed by Wiryo.

A song by Trio Libels by Wiryo. Wiryo memorized exactly what his employer's favorite was.

🎶 Oh my girl sa sa sa dear

Oh my girl sa sa sa dear

my hope is in your hands

Oh oh my girl 🎶

The song flowed, Mr. Doto was seen moving his shoulders while muttering. The old man was truly happy today. Currently, his favorite children and grandchildren are separated from his son-in-law who is very hated. That meant he could freely teach his son-in-law a lesson. Or maybe he could just get rid of it.

After nearly an hour of travel, Wiryo slowed down the pace of the car and eventually stopped at a small shop in the middle of the countryside. A blue painted shop under a very thick and shady banyan tree. A glass display case is placed on the store terrace. There are some things in it. Unique and strange things.

Wiryo got out of the car, walked over to the store. While Mr. Doto opened his car window and only noticed Wiryo from a distance.

"Weee, Bang Wiryoo," greeted the shopkeeper kindly when he saw Wiryo coming.

The store owner was a young boy with curls, gondrongs and tangles. His body looked so thin that he was nicknamed the cheque. It is said that the store belongs to Ceking's father, but in recent years suffered from unclear pain and never healed. So Ceking is the one who continues the store business, selling goods for shamanic needs.

"Kemenyan right?" Ceking asked Wiryo.

"Yes, that is as usual," Wiryo answered short.

"Lost one bang. Fortunately it is still a part," Ceking thrust a lump of frankincense the size of a thumb hand.

"Tumbens. Usually there are still many, more selling?," Wiryo thrust a piece of money fifties tens of thousands.

"Not knowing Bang. The end of this is a big sell," said Ceking with a smile.

"The only thing selling ginian in this city is you. Unfortunately your shop is too far away," Wiryo grumbled.

"Let the aura of the mystical bang," Ceking said.

"Gayamuu. .replace noh your shop name to add more mystical. What is the Blue Light store, change the cake to be a cake shop, or a double-major shop," Ejek Wiryo.

"It's also Bang. Waah, thank you for giving input," Ceking chuckled. Wiryo's head bobble.

After getting the item her employer requested, Wiryo immediately returned to the car. When about to start the car, suddenly a black van came closer. Mr. Doto opened the window of his car.

"Where does that jerk work?" Mr. Doto asked with a slight yell at the person in the black van.

"In the Boss asbestos factory. About five kilometers from here" replied the burly man in a dark leather jacket from inside the car.

"OKAY. We'll be there soon. You guys find that Prambudi. Make it battered, if it needs to be destroyed in the face so that my son does not want to be the same as the one's fork," said Mr. Doto gave an order.

Without lingering for long, the black van immediately drove away with its loud exhaust sound and roared in the heat of the daytime air. Wiryo immediately stepped on the gas pedal, he followed the direction of the black van.

And unnoticed by Wiryo and Mr. Doto, there is one more car that glides following them. A dark blue car was seen keeping its distance. The two people in the car looked tense and alert.

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