The Skewers House
An bloodless brother

"So, after that you never met again?," Tarji asked enthusiastically after hearing the story of Mas Adi's past.

"Yes that's it. After a long time, it was only today that I met Prambudi again. However, it seemed like he was also separated from Retno's mother," Mas Adi downed the iced tea that the waitress had just served.

"And it seems that he is not happy to meet you," Tarji muttered chiming.

"Maybe now he has found happiness, so he wants to forget the difficult and sad events of the past," Mas Adi sighed, his eyes looking far away.

"But I still wonder what really happened that night?" Mas Adi played a spoon, stirring iced tea in his glass.

"Hey hey, after the fire where did you live?" Tarji interrupted.

"I was placed in a social parlor. I got an education, and a decent school. Eat enough, nutritious too. At that time my life felt better. However, I kept thinking about my two unfriendly brothers where the limp was. One of the things that pushed me even more to become a police officer was because I felt that by being a police officer one day I could search and find my brother," Mas Adi was visibly sad, his expression was so sad.

"You found him at. Today you have met Prambudi. Whether he likes you or doesn't meet you, the important thing is that he's healthy, has a good life, I think that's enough" Tarji patted Mas Adi on the shoulder.

"Good life how, if we hadn't come he was almost killed" Mas Adi protested Tarji's words.

"Well, that's his domestic business. He also will not like if you interfere, especially even though you consider him a brother in fact you have not met dozens of years. It may be true what he said Di, don't live in the past" Tarji advised. Adi was silent this time.

"Have Dii. . Maybe this is a sign for you. In order to immediately find a partner, form an actual family," Tarji played both of his eyebrows, teasing Mas Adi.

"Here, focus first on Mr. Doto," Mas Adi murmured.

"Yes, yes, too. Obviously now, Mr. Doto is a regular customer of the blue light store, also always buy the same type of frankincense that you find in the TKP," Tarji mangosteen.

"But Ji, the shopkeeper said that there are other people who end up buying the incense, often" Mas Adi massaged his own temple massage.

"Yes the name is also frankincense Di, many need. Our lives cannot be separated from the customs that have been rooted for a long time," Tarji sighed. He was well aware in the area where he lived was still thick with shamanic practices.

"You are so wise today Ji. After eating frankincense?," Mas Adi mopped.

"Damn it!," Tarji murmured a grunt in annoyance.

"But we haven't been able to take any action on Mr. Doto. We don't have any proof of Ji yet" Mas Adi looked at Tarji seriously this time.

"We do reconnaissance," Tarji gives a proposal, Mas Adi mangosteen.

Meanwhile, Prambudi walked gontai down the sidewalk. Seems some people are watching him. How not, Prambudi looks like a hospital patient who escaped from the treatment room. His clothes were full of bloodstains, bandages were also attached on some parts of his body.

Prambudi did not expect Mas Adi to be alive. He thought Mas Adi was on fire with the orphanage. But it turns out that the boy who always pretended to be his brother was still there, healthy, and even more so became a police officer. Prambudi looked up at the sky that looked clean blue. He smiled, pouting his way of life. Truly the wheel of destiny rotates like a prambudi.

"Why? Can't I be happy" Prambudi mumbled softly.

Prambudi kept looking up at the sky for a while. The sunlight was slightly stinging, the wounds on his cheeks and eyes were throbbing again. The back pain reminded her of her hatred for Mr. Doto, her in-laws.

"There is no time to wail. Rawe rawe rantas malang putung," Prambudi clenched his hands, then swung his legs more forcefully, he sped up the pace.

Prambudi walked towards the base of the ojek. Not caring for the astonished expression of the motorcycle taxi driver staring at him, Prambudi immediately ordered one to drive him home. Prambudi choose ojek drivers with 2-stroke motor that looks more able to speed than others.

"Mas, I'm sorry. .emm is Mas out of ration where the hell? Why is battered so?," asked the driver of the motorcycle.

"Not much to ask, sir. Please faster, I have to rush home" replied Prambudi jutek.

Hearing the passengers who were reluctant to be invited to speak, the driver of the ojek was finally just silent throughout the trip. He focuses on increasing speed but still pays attention to the comfort of his passengers. His experience of memorizing hollow terrain and his motor driving skills deserve a thumbs up.

"It's here" said the driver with a proud smile. He believes his passengers were impressed with his driving.

Prambudi offered a piece of money of fifty thousand. His face looks expressionless.

"Most Mas. Thirty thousand, if there is money. You see, there is no change, from the morning there are no passengers," said the driver of the motorcycle taxi.

"Save the change," said Prambudi while still giving the money.

"Ah, thank you Mas," The driver finally received money from Prambudi. The first passenger, he thought.

Prambudi did not care about the driver of the ojek who smiled at him. He hurried to walk into the house. When he got to the front door, he was stunned. For a while Prambudi was silent.

The front door is unlocked. Prambudi remembered very well, he had locked it when he left this morning. How can it be unlocked now? Who's going into his house? Propagate? Or Citra has gone home? However, even if Citra had gone home she could not possibly enter the house because she did not have the key. The only key to the house is in Prambudi's hands.

Prambudi then rushed to open his shoes. He opened the door slowly and closed it again. He did it very slowly. He tried not to make any sound. With a little tiptoed Prambudi down the living room, then looked into the room. There's no one there. Prambudi walked towards the kitchen, also nil.. The back door is perfectly locked.

Prambudi realized, the uninvited guest was upstairs. Slowly he walked down the stairs, looked up and peeked at the conditions upstairs. So shocked Prambudi when he found the door of the room that should be locked tightly open wide, the room that he never opened except at a certain moment only.

With a little hesitation and fear, Prambudi went into the room. He found the body of an old man falling face down on the floor. It turns out Mbah Kadir the owner of the house, looks on his stomach with his eyes closed. The sound of his breathing and the pain of old grandfather.

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