The Skewers House
Careless decisions

It was already 7 and a half in the morning, but Rohmat was still reluctant to move from his seat. Since last night his mood was bad, there was a feeling of annoyance and anger held in his heart. Yes, Rohmat was upset and furious at Prambudi, the man who occupied the house right at the end of the fork.

The sturdy and handsome man seemed to have lowered Rohmat's pride. Insulting Rohmat, saying that he was disgusted to see Rohmat looking at his wife. Rohmat feels it is enough if others make fun of him, but Prambudi has no right to insult him. He felt envy and hurt in Prambudi's life.

For Rohmat, Prambudi had a good and near-perfect life. The life he so loved. Beautiful handsome face, charming beautiful wife, well-established job. Rohmat felt that people as lucky as Prambudi had no right to make fun of people like him. Rohmat who is always alone, lonely, must also slam bones with uncertain income.

"Haaahh, pancen as*!," Rohmat again cursed. He grabbed a glass and a teapot of water on the table. He drank in a hurry.

Rohmat missed his workday today. Because his heart was urinating and he did not go to sell vegetables. What's in his brain right now is how to avenge his heartache.

Rohmat stood up from his seat. He arrived just like he had an idea. Rohmat walked back and forth for a while bit as he bit his fingernails. Until finally he took the HP lying on the table and grabbed the jacket in the hanger.

Rohmat is determined, today he will stalk Prambudi. She wanted to know the ins and outs of Citra's husband, even she wanted to find out the ugliness and weakness of the person who had insulted her. The pain of his heart is so great, probably a result of the ndongkol feeling that has accumulated during this time. Indeed, almost everyone makes fun of his ridicule who has not yet had a partner.

The pain was slightly treated when I met Citra who gave her a smile in the morning. Beautiful, friendly women are also kind to her. Rohmat becomes obsessed and yearns for the image. But unfortunately, in fact Citra's husband destroyed her only small happiness.

Rohmat turned on the motor and immediately pulled the gas violently. With the falling sunlight illuminating the world, Rohmat took his motorcycle off the road to Prambudi's house. Along the way he always ringed with the word Prambudi.

Berhenti memandangi istriku dengan tatapanmu yang menjijikkan!

Like embers of fire doused in oil, Rohmat's anger grew overflowing in his heart. Obsession, excessive liking, turned into hate and resentment. Rohmat is accelerating his motor speed.

As he got closer to Prambudi's house, Rohmat reduced his motor speed. In the distance, Prambudi was already riding betor to go to work. There was also an old man walking out of the courtyard of Prambudi's house.

Rohmat parked his bike on the side of the road, some distance from the fork. He walked while watching the surroundings. After the death of Prambudi and old grandfather, the area where Prambudi lived was really quiet. There was a hint of fear in Rohmat's heart, recalling the figure of the woman who ate raw chicken meat some time ago. However, his anger was already boiling, he ventured to walk into the courtyard of the Skeleton House.

Silent and silent, that's the impression Rohmat found. Where is Citra? For a few days he never shopped for her again. Rohmat slightly tiptoed towards the front door. Slowly he tried to open the door, but could not. The door is locked. Rohmat peeked through the windowpanes, silent no one. Inside the house it looks dark.

Rohmat suspected that Citra was not at home. But where? Could it be that the Prambudi and Citra families are in trouble? Rohmat pensively. Then Rohmat walked around the side of the house. He kept walking to the back of the house. Rohmat looked up, seen the balcony at the top, on the second floor. Rohmat found nothing this time, only silence.

Rohmat was about to return to the front when he accidentally saw a shard of tile lying in a corner. A fragment of tile with something burning on it and a hoe full of mud lay there. Rohmat walked closer, the closer the smell of something burning.

Rohmat was finally able to see clearly, some charcoal with incense was placed on top of the broken tile. Thin, fragrant smoke gushed through the air. While the hoe next to it looks full of soil and mud, like new used to dig something.

Rohmat held his nape, inexplicably he just got goosebumps. The smell of incense makes her feel bad. What is this family really doing? The anger that had been stirring gebu now began to subside. Replacing with curiosity wrapped in fear.

Rohmat did not want to linger longer in that place, he immediately ran to the front yard, then returned to where his motorbike was parked earlier. The thick body makes it boring even though it only runs no more than a hundred meters.

Rohmat needs to fill his stomach. He intends to return to the skewer house when Prambudi has come home later. She should know what Citra's husband did with the charcoal and frankincense he had found earlier.

* * *

Half an hour five in the afternoon. Rohmat had been sleeping at the ojek base, playing cards, chess or just chatting with motorcycle taxi drivers to ward off boredom. And Rohmat felt it was time for him to return to the house of Prambudi.

After bidding farewell to his friend at the ojek base, Rohmat glides back to Prambudi's house. He parked his bike in the same place, like this morning. The front door is open, which means the one who has a house has gone home. Whether it is Citra or Prambudi.

Rohmat this time did not approach, he stared at the house from a distance. Like a fool who doesn't know what he's doing, Rohmat gets bored. Half an hour passed, nothing he got. The house lights have been turned on but still quiet, as if there is no activity in it.

Rohmat is getting bored. Prambudi is not going anywhere, just in his house. Then what is the use of Rohmat to love him from morning? Just found charcoal and frankincense. Rohmat yawned, hesitating to get back closer to the house. But what if it gets caught?

Rohmat was pensive for too long. When the sound of adzan maghrib reverberated at that time it was seen a sedan car entering the courtyard of Prambudi's house. Samar can be seen a beautiful woman coming down from the car. Rohmat believes that the woman is not a image.

"Oohh, finally caught your foul," Rohmat muttered in excitement.

The woman went into the house. Rohmat considered hesitating whether to approach or not. Finally he decided to take a peek. Rohmat walked to tiptoe, the sky began to blacken and darken. Rohmat photographed the car and the license plate the woman was driving. He plans to show his picture later to Citra if he has met. He wanted to return the words Prambudi said that hurt his heart.

Rohmat again settles the precipitate, peering into the living room from the gap of the door that was not closed. Spiritmat swears in the heart to see what is happening in the house. He saw Prambudi berc*mbu with his female guest. The woman is also seen taking off her clothes, Rohmat observes what happened while holding his breath. His heart beat faster, n*funya also appeared peeking Prambudi wrestling scene.

Braakkkk

Prambudi was seen hitting his female guests with a vase of flowers until he collapsed. Rohmat was shocked. He closed his mouth, but his eyes were still focused on watching. It appears that Prambudi dragged his fainted guest in a half-deceased state*ng.

Rohmat did not get to photograph it. What's to do now? Rohmat made a careless decision. With the sludge he entered the house. He tried to follow where Prambudi brought the unconscious woman. Rohmat sharpened his hearing, and there were footsteps up the stairs. Rohmat took a distance, and with a heart Rohmat came up the stairs. He tried not to make any sound.

The top floor was pitch black, no lights were lit. The afternoon changed with the night. Rohmat remained for a moment. After getting used to seeing in the darkness, Rohmat again walked tiptoed. There is a smell of frankincense that re-smelled. Rohmat again felt a chill at his nape. There was a part of his heart that invited him to leave immediately, running from that place. However, Rohmat ignored his feelings.

"What are you doing kunyuk?" A voice rebuked Rohmat from behind.

Rohmat was silent, his lips were soft. She's busted. The next second, a pair of burly arms squeezed Rohmat's neck. Rohmat suffocated, his breath stinged. He was about to fight but in posture and strength Rohmat lost far. Wanting to scream was not able to, his vocal cords seemed to break. Rohmat finally began to feel dizzy and his body twitched. And when his consciousness was on the threshold, Rohmat was shown a flashback to his life. He was so sorry for his carelessness today.

"Acckk ackk ackk," Rohmat glared out of breath.

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