The Skewers House
Night and a dark heart

Prambudi rested his body on the balcony railing. Sweat dripped inundated all parts of his body. His hands were trembling, his gaze was nimble, clearly he was currently in a state of distress and fear.

Prambudi picked up a broken cigarette at the end. All this time he had not smoked, but he had just found a shabby cigarette in the pocket of Rohmat's greengrocer's pants. I don't know why Prambudi intends to light the cigarette. His mind was chaotic, he hoped to calm himself down with cigarette smoke.

Prambudi picked up a match that was also stored in the pocket of the Rohmat's shabby trousers. Prambudi lit a cigarette in his hand. With a slight hesitation he stuffed the cigarette into his mouth and took a deep sip.

"Uhhhukk uhhuukk uhuukk, "" Prambudi choked, he threw the new cigarette in his embroidery.

Prambudi turned to look at the pitch-black sky. The night has come, though there is no speck of rain, but the stars are not visible. As if the dark sky symbolizes Prambudi's heart is really dark.

Prambudi turned back to the body of Rohmat the vegetable maker who was lying just like that, not far from where he was sitting leaning. Prambudi really did not expect with the arrival of Rohmat. He had no choice but to finish him off, as Rohmat was sneaking a peek upstairs. Prambudi actually did not want that to happen. He really had to do it.

Prambudi looked at both palms. Under the darkness of the night sky, in the shadow of the darkness, Prambudi's palm looked as if it were stained. In the eyes of Prambudi the hand seemed to be full of blood that had dried up.

Without feeling the warm clear water droplets dripped from the corner of Prambudi's eye. Prambudi was crying, his soul was shaken, his mind was broken. He just wants his life to be happy, but the more days he feels happiness is reluctant to come to him.

Prambudi reached into his HP. There was a slow vibration of his play that looked dull. A whatsapp message came in from Citra, his wife. There were a dozen messages he had not yet replied to. Almost all asked when Prambudi came to pick him up.

Prambudi put his HP on the floor just like that. He lowered his head, stuffing his head between the two bent knees. Prambudi cries sobbing, along with the sound of crickets and other nocturnal animals that are a sign that the night is getting late.

"Uhh uhh uhhhh," There was a groaning sound from the next room.

Prambudi realized, there were two people in a state of dying in there. He rubbed his eyes using the back of his hand. There is no point in lamenting life. Despite having to wallow in a pool of blood, Prambudi was already determined to crawl out with a smile.

Happiness must be fought for, especially for people who have been born to have been hit by misfortune. When Prambudi met Citra, he finally began to know how the heart is filled and equipped. And to maintain that sense Prambudi should not give up now. Prambudi patted his cheek a few times, then he stood up.

Prambudi took a breath and exhaled it slowly. With all his might he raised the moody body of Rohmat. Prambudi carried the corpse of the greengrocer. Quite heavy, Prambudi slightly stumbled down the stairs. Prambudi continued walking towards the kitchen, then into the backyard.

Bruukkkk

Prambudi dropped Rohmat's corpse to the ground with a slight roughness. Then Prambudi took the hoe whose blade still looked dirty full of dirt and mud. Prambudi hurried to carry his hoe, walking into the lush kettle garden behind the house. He only used the flashlight in his HP as a source of illumination.

There is Prambudi in the middle of the garden. In between the ketela tree 'pohong' that thrives towering, there are several plots of land that look just stockpiled. Prambudi immediately swung his hoe. In the dark and sunyinya night the sound of the swing of the hoe hitting the ground resounded loudly.

Prambudi continued to dig, until his body was wet with sweat. The hole was created deep enough, just above his waist. Prambudi throws his hoe, he sits in his own hole. Prambudi felt exhausted, too many events that drain his energy all day.

Kuu kuuuu kuuuu

I ra duwe padhang ati, duweku dimar brackets cumanthol pulunge atiku

Kekuwunge byar padhang ketrawangan, lir kadiyo suryo medal saking wetan

Prambudi opened his eyes slowly. His courage began to grow. His fatigue also seemed to fade, changing with turmoil and enthusiasm in his heart. Prambudi jumped out of the hole. Half-run he returned to his backyard.

Prambudi again raised Rohmat's body. With a little dragging him, Prambudi brought the corpse of the greengrocer to the quarry. Upon arriving, with one swing Prambudi threw Rohmat's moody body into the hole.

Gedebugs

Rohmat's body fell to a thud, curled up face down in the hole. Prambudi swiftly took the hoe and hoarded it. It did not take long, only about fifteen minutes Prambudi finished stockpiling it. He stepped on the results of the pile to make it denser.

Prambudi rubbed the sweat on his forehead. He walked back to his house. After putting the hoe in its original place, Prambudi took HP and immediately called a number.

"Please come here soon. There are some things to be done. Coincidentally the mother of Wolu's number is also ready," said Prambudi, his breathing still sounds heavy.

After turning off the phone, Prambudi took off his dirty shirt full of sweat and dirt. Then Prambudi took a plastic pengki and a mop. He rushed to the living room. Prambudi cleaned the broken flower vase and then mopped the blood stains that had begun to dry. There was a rancid smell that pierced his nose as Prambudi wiped it.

Prambudi picked up Linda's clothes that he had just carelessly removed. Prambudi brought her back to the backyard. Prambudi lit a match and burned the T-shirt and Linda's fragrant interior, which of course Linda had prepared for Prambudi. Prambudi smiled wryly, slightly laughing at the misfortune of the girl who liked him so much.

At first Prambudi also had no intention to do that to Linda. Linda is not a target of Prambudi. However, when Linda says that tomorrow is her usual schedule for the month, Prambudi is like getting a hint. A clue that Linda is indeed the person sent by the destiny line to become a ghost to Wolu.

The next few minutes heard the sound of a car entering the front yard of the house. Prambudi hurried to put on his clothes, and walked forward. A black car without a license plate parked. Two men dressed in black got out of the car. One was young and the other was an old man, wearing a cane and a headscarf.

"This car needs to be cleaned up. Also the bike over there" said Prambudi, pointing to where Rohmat's motorbike was parked.

"good. I'll sort it out" said the young man.

"What ghost to wolu?" asked the old man with the stick to Prambudi.

"Wait tomorrow, just ready," answered Prambudi while bowing.

"Tomorrow find the one to songo. And your aim will be inaction" The old man smiled, his teeth blackened.

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