The Skewers House
Missing persons

This morning Citra finally got a call from Prambudi. His anxiety, and anxiety were slightly treated when the husband promised that tomorrow he would pick him up. There were a lot of questions on his mind, but he did not want to discuss them over the phone. The image worries unnecessary debate. He will ask for an explanation when he has met directly with Prambudi.

Amanda was still asleep in her bed. The image moved from his bed. He walked to the bathroom, just to wash his face. Afterwards Citra replaced the pajamas she was wearing with a sports suit. Citra wants to eliminate its turmoil by jogging around the house.

Citra walked down the stairs to the first floor when she saw Madam Doto sitting on the sofa while daydreaming. I don't know what the mother was thinking. Two women in the same house in a troubled mood.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Citra asked to see Madame Doto sitting propping up her chin.

"Ah Citra," Mrs Doto looked quite surprised.

"Here, your father should have gone home from yesterday. But until now there has been no tuh," Madam Doto sighed.

"Yes, on the phone dong Bun," Citra smiled. It turns out that she is not alone because of her husband's behavior.

"Already, he said he still wanted to go to the place of ki Sapta," replied Mrs Doto.

"Huh? Dad still likes to go to a kayak shaman like that Bun?," Citra was stunned to hear her mother's answer.

"Or. What does it mean to go to the shaman," Madame Doto snorted in annoyance.

"Dinasehatin is Bun. The age is increasing, is it better not to multiply worship," Citra finally sat next to her Mother.

"Yet your husband has been diligent in worship? You're so pretentious and nasehatin your father's mother," Mrs Doto sewot.

"Yes at least Mas Pram does not play shamans or so Bun," replied Citra in self-defense.

"Just do you," Madame Doto stood up, then walked away from Citra.

The image moved from his seat. He walked into the front yard and accidentally noticed the garage area. The image realizes something strange. He didn't find Prambudi's bike there. Citra then looked for it in other parts, but did not look her husband's favorite motorcycle anywhere. Even in the dusty dirty back garage, there was no motor he was looking for.

Half-run Citra headed to the security guard post. Citra met the security guard who was seen being engrossed in seeing the morning music show on tv.

"Eh, non Citra," said Mr. Satpam kindly.

"Do you know where Mas Pram's bike is?" Citra asked, looking panicked.

The security guard suddenly remained silent. Her vulnerable facial expression looked confused and scared. Citra knew very well Mr. Satpam could never lie to him.

"Father just answer. Don't be afraid" Citra urged.

"Sorry Non. Non Citra time away from this house is silent through the back door, I do not know what is the matter Non. So, the matter of the motorcycle Mas Pram I do not want to join Non," Pak Sage looked down in fear.

"I beg you sir to tell me. This time it won't be a problem. I just want to know where Mas Pram's favorite bike is," Citra continues to force, asking for an explanation.

The security guard scratched his non-itchy head. He looked at it for a moment, as if he was afraid that someone else might see it. He breathed slowly. The security guard was always unable to refuse any request from his employer's daughter. The security guard who always saw the growth and development of Citra starting from the baby until now, has such affection for his own son in Citra.

"Emm, actually Mas Pram's motor has been burned by the same father," replied the security guard half whispered.

"Yes Non. The same Mr. Doto. At that time the father was angry because Mas Pram ngajak Non Citra went from home," Mr. security guard lowered his head, he cursed his own mouth that could not keep the tongue.

"Excession! The only motorbike belongs to Mas Pram," Citra looks about to cry, her face reddened.

"Sorry Non. I'm afraid Non," The security guard quickly bowed before Citra.

The image behind the body, running into his house back. His intention to jog he broke. Anger, annoyance and hatred out. The image is not out of thought with his parents. How could they possibly be so cruel to her own daughter-in-law?

"Mother," Citra called Mrs Doto when she was busy in the kitchen with Bi Irah.

"What's the Cit?" Madame Doto turned her head. He was quite surprised to see his daughter glaring with anger.

"What have you and your mom done? What did you guys do Mas Pram's bike?," Citra was about to cry, but she held him back.

"Ohh thatu," Madame Doto thought for a moment, trying to find the right reason.

"That's the Pram's motorbike again broke down, it has not been used for a long time. Now her position in the workshop," Madame Doto twitched, trying to calm Citra's anger.

"Mother lie! Why are you so mean to Mas Pram? The motor is the only property that Mas Pram has. He bought from the results of his own sweat!," The true image cried this time.

"You why the hell? Later Mommy transfers for the Budi. Let's just buy. Butut motorbike also uses everything," said Mrs Doto lightly.

"Father and Mother never know what Mas Pram has done for me. Without Mas Pram maybe now I no longer exist in this world. But you guys so heartily treated Mas Pram as if he was so low and despicable," Citra wiped the tears with the back of her hand, she immediately ran towards her room upstairs.

"What the hell? Very drama you son," Mrs Doto shook her head to see Citra's behavior.

The image goes into the room, closes and locks the door. Looked at Amanda, her little daughter was still sleeping. The image takes the headset inside the drawer then plugs in its HP. He sat in the corner of the bed, listening to his favorite radio.

🎶You destroyed me with your attitude

Don't realize you've hurt me

This tired heart convinces you

This love is killing me🎶

Imagra listened to the song while looking at Prambudi's giving ring. The ring looks shiny and so beautiful. The song on the radio had finished playing, the voice of the announcer sounded cheerful and softly greeted the ears of Citra.

" A song called Love is killing me Dani launched to accompany your morning. Although the song is upset may your morning still bright cheerful not in a state of confusion yes"

"Before we move on to the next song, Dani has information about missing persons. Wanted a missing person, named Wiwit Syaileni or Leni. Twenty-five years old, with characteristic features, white skin, shoulder-length black hair, wearing a white gold ring with a triangular image. . . For those who know or see people with these characteristics can call the number 082xxxxxxxx"

The image flinched in shock. The missing man who wears the same ring as him. Could it be just a coincidence? Imager immediately type the contact number mentioned. Somehow just arrived a suspicion on her husband. His gut says something is wrong.

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