The Skewers House
Don't come just to carry a wound

The image from this morning only paid attention to the HP screen. He hopes to get a reply message from Prambudi soon. His feelings were confused and mixed. He did not understand why Prambudi felt like he was avoiding him.

The image of remembering, perhaps he had accidentally done wrong or hurt Prambudi's feelings. The image of dropping his body on the mattress, his face bent, he was upset. For a long time he had not felt anything like this. Like a young man who was dating again and suddenly he disappeared without news. Anxiety, suspicion and guilt mix into one, making for uncomfortable feelings.

The door opened, Amanda and Lady Doto entered the room. Citra hurriedly got up, and sat in the corner of her bed.

"Your behavior is like ABG alone" Mrs Doto nodded her head at her pouting child.

"The pilot brought you back here. He didn't show his nose to his in-laws. Isn't that obvious, meaning that she gave you back, can't bear the responsibility of your life anymore" Madam Doto smiled cynically.

"Mother don't talk that isn't yes. Mas Pram is not such a person," Citra glared, annoyed.

"Yes, I'm just giving advice. The old man is more experienced and has lived longer than you. The salt acid of life, sweet, bitter tart is already full. Mother has already felt at an age like you, but you have never felt at an age like Mother. So mbok ya a little horror that you know the advice of Mother," Mrs Doto sounded patronizing, he said sharply piercing the heart.

The image looked at Madame Doto sharply. His heart and mood are not good. It wasn't criticism or judgment that he needed right now. She just wanted to hear from her husband.

"Mother was once in the age of Citra. But Mother never experienced what Citra felt. The mindset is like the size of your clothes. If Mommy is comfortable with a size of clothes, it does not mean that Mommy must force Citra to wear it. Because Citra has a comfortable dress size for Citra itself," Tukas Citra was upset, her face looked red.

"Yes up to you. It's like that stubbornness is coming down from your father" Madame Doto walked out of the room.

The image grunted annoyedly. While Amanda with a plain face walked up to her Mom.

"Well, I miss Jayah" Amanda said.

"Here Son, here," Image embraces Amanda. He kissed her forehead and gently stroked her daughter's hair.

"Your father is busy. Soon she'll be here to pick us up, too" a smiling image stared at Amanda.

"Excuse me Non," Bi Irah arrived just came and bowed in front of the room door.

"What's Bi?," Citra asked, still embracing her daughter.

"There's a non-Picture guest below," Bi Irah spoke while looking down.

"Who's Bi?," The image this time took off Amanda's embrace, she was curious. As he remembered, he had no appointment to meet anyone.

"Auntie does not know Non, does not know," replied Bi Irah quickly.

"Yes, let me meet. Bi Irah please help Amanda first yes," Citra moved from her bed. He walked out of the room, while Bi Irah sat down to accompany Amanda.

Image down the stairs while watching guests looking for it. The guest is seen sitting back to the staircase so that his face is not visible. When hearing the sound of Citra steps approaching, the guest turned his head.

The image was so shocked by the guest who came to his house this time. Citra's body felt cold, her steps halted instantly. Andre, the one who met him the other day at the mall. The one who said and insisted that he was Citra's ex-boyfriend. What's that guy here for?

"Partner?" Why Andre's friendly.

"What did you come here for? Go!," Citra glared, trying to drive away Andre.

"Can't we talk for a second?" Andre said.

The image walked back, then took a seat away from Andre. Highlight his eyes so sharp, a look of anger on the guest.

"I'm here to set things straight. I really want to know, do you not recognize me at all?," Andre smiled, but ignored by Citra.

Andre sighed, drawing sadness and guilt on his face line.

"Why ask?," The image glared at Andre, his voice sounding a little quivering.

"Partner, did you really forget me? It's Andre, your ex," Andre tries to make Citra remember who she is.

"Enough. I don't know you! Please leave or I'll get a security guard to drag you out" Citra stood up from her seat, she walked away from Andre.

Andre quickly caught up with Citra, then he grabbed and clasped Citra's hand tightly. The image tried to rebel, but Andre did not let go.

"Lepasin or I shouted!," Citra's eyes turned red, she looked like she was about to cry.

"Harden me! You used to use your husband to forget me. You should know, we were a couple who loved each other Citra. And I'm sure your son is my flesh and blood" Andre clasped Citra's hand even more tightly.

PLAAAKKKK

A loud slap floated down Andre's right cheek. Andre's pure white skin instantly blushed instantly. While Citra glared, looking at Andre with anger.

"I didn't forget you Ndre. I just pretended to forget!," Citra pointed to Andre's chest, slightly pushing him. The shocked Andre released his hand grip.

"Why?," Andre asked softly, holding his hot cheek.

"Huh? Wh why? How can you easily ask why? Have you forgotten what you did in the past? You are a person with a diamond brain but a heart made of stone!," The face of Citra was flushed red, Citra held back tears and was about to vent her anger.

"You never know what I went through when you left me first. All you have to know is that no matter how bad my husband is, he is the best man I have always been. He didn't run like you, left me when I was two. You are a despicable and ugly coward" Image raised its voice.

"And one more thing, don't you dare call Amanda your flesh and blood! He's my son, not your son. You don't have any rights!," Citra threw away her face walking away from Andre.

Andre could only stand pensively. He can't say a word. He did not expect Citra to speak that way at all. Andre walked out of Citra's house with shaky steps. His body was weak. Such deep regret and sadness poured down his heart.

Citra wiped her tears with the back of her hand. He returned to his room smiling as if nothing had happened. He saw Amanda who was playing with Bi Irah with great joy.

"Mama's son," Citra hugged Amanda tightly.

"What's Mah?" Amanda looked confused by her Mom's attitude.

"No pa pa, Mom is just giddy," Citra smiled and then kissed Amanda's cheek.

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