The Skewers House
Spirituality

Name's Rohmat. Twenty-year-old man, a graduate of Junior High, an orphan since he was in school. Live a kara, but have a high spirit to work hard. As usual, after dawn he was riding his butut duck bike, carrying a vegetable cart that was huddled in the back seat.

Every day, when the sun has not been seen at the foot of the hill, Rohmat is already in the sub-district mother market choosing vegetables that may be needed by his mother's customers. After that he went around from one place to another pressing the horn of his motorbike which sounded distinctive because of his battery tekor.

"Say Say Sayyuuurrr," Such was Rohmat's cry with his hoarse voice in a false tone, breaking the cold of the morning air.

Usually, his mother immediately grated him, choosing vegetables and side dishes that he brought. But this morning he was out of luck. Not one mother tried to stop the speed of the motor. Almost all the houses are closed. Is it possible that because of the cold, they are so lazy out of the house? Rohmat began to worry, his wares did not sell at all. Can go out of business.

Rohmat began to enter the rural streets made of cement. And up ahead there's a house at the end of the street right in the middle of the T-junction. The house is empty, which always makes Rohmat creep if passing in front of him. Rohmat wants to increase the speed of his motorbike, in order to get through the house immediately, when there arrives a cat anggora nyelonong from inside the house to the street.

Ckittttt

It was fortunate that Rohmat was deft, able to brake his motor in time, so the beautiful furry cat survived. No loss Rohmat often play motoGP games on Playstation, his reflexes in driving so much better.

"Bas kir*k!," Rohmat cursed.

"Eh, the cat is not an anj*ng," Rohmat muttered to himself.

Suddenly there were footsteps from inside the empty house. Rohmat's fur has great goosebumps. Sweat as big as corn seeds directly out from all the pores of the skin Rohmat. He panicked, his motorbike had already died when used to brake suddenly earlier.

Rohmat immediately pressed the motor starter button, not working. The more panic again, when the front door of the house was open. And even more horrified, when from inside the house there was a mother wearing white pajamas walking closer to Rohmat.

"Duh, Gustiiiiiii. ..please be ablen, I am single but I am given to see a beautiful woman kok yo from another world to yooooo," Rohmat came down from his motorbike, about to prostrate himself. There is no other choice, want to run hard, Rohmat resigned.

"Well, what the hell?" The figure asked Rohmat.

Rohmat. Ma'am in front of her is really beautiful. Without makeup, only wearing white pajamas, his skin was no less white than his clothes. Her hair was shoulder-length, jet-black, with pink tinge lips without lipstick.

"This is if not dedemit, must be widodari," muttered Rohmat.

"Whether Bang?," once again the beautiful figure asked.

"emm his mother who?" Rohmat ventured to ask stammered.

"I live in this house" the beautiful mother pointed at the house in front of Rohmat.

"Not ghosts? This man?" Rohmat convinced himself.

"Ngorgeous. My name is Citra Bang. Just yesterday occupied this house," a beautiful figure who is none other than Citra, Prambudi's wife smiled kindly at Rohmat. Rohmat was stunned for a moment, amazed by his vision.

"It turns out there really is a wingless widowari. But how he stayed in this house to yoo," Rohmat muttered to himself, a head-shaking bell.

"Huh? Why Bang?" Citra asked, not understanding what Rohmat meant.

"Ah is okay Ma'am," Rohmat quickly replied, fearing false talk.

"Don't you see that Angora cat that ran here?" Citra asked, looking for her cat.

The image immediately approached and held the Kity, who for some reason since last night he ran continuously, like he was about to ask to get out of the house.

"Bak don't do vegetable shopping?" Rohmat smiled offering his wares to Citra. Imagery thought for a moment.

"Need the Bang. Try not to ask my husband first, what would you like today. Wait a minute Bang," Citra rushed into the house.

"Wow, married to. Don't think it's still single, know it's mixed doubles," Rohmat muttered to himself.

A few minutes later the image came back to the front. Choose some vegetables that seem to be cooked soup. Also buy one plastic containing half a kilo of chicken pieces.

"How Many Bang?," asked Citra while showing the selected ingredients.

"Emmm, two packs of sop an 5 thousand, chicken fifteen thousand, raw know it 2 thousand, small small tempe 4 two thousand. Twenty-six thousand in total. Discounted a new customer, twenty-five thousand aja," Rohmat smiled at Citra, his new super beautiful customer.

"Well, cheap. If in the city there is no such money," Citra offers a piece of money fifty thousand.

"Lho, where did you live before?" Rohmat asked curiously.

"In the city of Bang, the decketnya square, not far from it," Citra replied, still waiting for change from Rohmat.

"Kok moved here?" asked Rohmat further. Rohmat is indeed in addition to a traveling vegetable seller is also an agent per gossip an mother. So, he feels he has a responsibility and obligation to update every information available.

"Yes Bang. My husband got a job in this area" replied Citra again.

"Where is Ma'am?" Rohmat continued his question. He is really a professional for kepo affairs and looking for material per gossip an.

"In the Bang asbestos factory. Is it from here?" The image this time asked Rohmat.

"Oh yes deket. Not bad, his salary there gedhe," Rohmat chimed.

"Once Bang, thank God," Citra looked relieved to hear it.

"Yes, said Temen hanging out me anyway Mbak. He also works there. The part that lifts up, it can already buy a motorbike even though it has only worked for a few months. I've been wanting to apply for a job there, but it's hard for a Junior High graduate like I'm Mom," Rohmat gave Citra change.

"Sir, why choose to stay here anyway Mbak?," Rohmat still continues the question, which actually makes Citra quite irritated as well.

"Emang why Bang?," Citra asked, although she was reluctant to continue the conversation but there was curiosity in her heart.

"Ah, eng yes no pa pa pa. Later we talked, I want to continue around," Rohmat said goodbye, turning the bike on easily. Earlier the motorbike could not turn on maybe because he was panicking. Indeed, excessive panic can make life runnyam.

"Tomorrow if the sale goes through here, do not forget to call yes Bang. Who knows if I need more cooking ingredients" Citra told Rohmat.

"Ready Ma'am," Rohmat smiled and immediately darted across his bike, there was a sense of happiness in his heart of getting a new customer who was super beautiful.

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