The Skewers House
Ghost to Songo

The atmosphere of the office this afternoon is a little different. Feeling calm, there are no bullies who usually at the time to visit Prambudi's desk. Many other employees are actually asking, where is Linda? Not usually the sweet woman did not come to the office, without permission anyway.

Prambudi yawned widely, he felt an incredible drowsiness. The body also feels sore, his eye bags look round blackened. Tiredness and lack of hours of sleep make Prambudi's work spirit very much decreased. I wanted him to lay down for a moment, but the pile of maps on his desk couldn't work alone.

When the sound of the announcement of the break in the loudspeaker, Prambudi wriggled lazily. He leaned his body on the chair, staring at the sky with white paint on it. Sounds like some other employees are talking quite loudly. The theme of this conversation is Linda.

"Woe Pram," Shouted one of his co-workers who was one room with Prambudi.

"What?" Prambudi said without looking.

"You're the one Linda teases the most, don't feel like losing it?" Prambudi's co-worker walked over. A man who looks older than Prambudi. His smile looks annoying.

"Lost what?" Prambudi asked indifferently.

"He's gone, you don't know what? Today Linda did not go to work, even though she was the most diligent among us," Prambudi's co-worker was still trying to provoke comments from Prambudi.

"The story? What's my business? What's important to you too? I'm sleepy, don't talk about the unimportant," Prambudi still looked up at the sky.

"Ah not fun luu. .padahatan yes, there is the latest news. Linda's car was found smashed in a swamp, in the lake of the adjoining district," Prambudi's co-worker eventually walked away, leaving Prambudi alone.

Prambudi just found out, it turns out Linda's car was thrown out of town by the 'people. Well, whatever it is he can be a little relieved. No one will ever know what happened to Linda and where she is now. The most important thing for Prambudi now is that later tonight it is time to get the final terms. After that Prambudi sure, his life will improve, he can live happily with his beloved son and wife for a long time.

Quite a number of other employees passed by in front of Prambudi's room. Every now and then there are those who look and point at Linda's desk. The talk about Linda seems like a hot topic for now.

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Four o'clock in the afternoon. When everyone was in tails and scrambling to fill the attendance before returning home, as usual Prambudi was in the back row. Some people around Prambudi are still quite excited about Linda. The car was splashed in the swamp, but Linda herself until now was not because she was where.

There is a lot of speculation and gossip about Linda. Some suspect he was killed, some suspect he was driving drunk and many others. Prambudi smiled wryly hearing her, his mind chuckling.

Prambudi left the last office. A black car was parked across the street. Prambudi rushed, got in the car. There were two people in the car, the driver with his creepy smile, and a stick man who came to Prambudi's house last night. The two men were wearing black clothes. After Prambudi entered, the car was immediately turned on and drove at high speed.

"Manten to songo, if this time succeeds then your wish will be realized Pram," said the male stick, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Yes Mbah," Prambudi chimed in, his gaze blank.

From the car glass Prambudi noticed a row of houses lined up neatly. A comfortable looking home. The house that Prambudi dreamed of since childhood. Home where to go home, melded the lamentation of life in the warm embrace of family. Just to feel the 'home' he dreamed of Prambudi willingly covered in blood, throwing away his compassion and humanity.

"Why are you daydreaming Pram?" Ask the male stick to Prambudi.

"No pa pa Mbah," answered Prambudi briefly while bowed.

"Don't hesitate. One more thing, strengthen your heart. Remember that doubt will destroy you, as will Retno. You have agreed to go down this road, there is no way to stop or return unless you finish, "The man with the staff looked at Prambudi intently.

"Goodoo. Rawe rawe rantas malang putung," The man with the stick patted Prambudi's shoulder.

The car that Prambudi was riding kept on going. Passing through the city streets that increasingly feel smooth and flat. The street lights are on. The adhan maghrib sayup could be heard in the distance. The car eventually slowed down and stopped in front of an alley that looked sparkling and sparkling. Colorful lights brightly lit, the sound of music sounds loud and earthy sahutan.

Prambudi opened his briefcase. He took a plastic bag. Inside the plastic bag were two pieces of frankincense, a set of flowers, and a match and a small bottle of perfume.

"Wear it," The wandman thrusts a small piece of the shroud covered in dirt.

Prambudi received the shroud. He wrapped the cloth around his little finger. The male stick then gives a small bottle of red water to Prambudi. Prambudi chugged it quickly.

There was a fishy and rancid aroma as the water went into Prambudi's throat. The next second Prambudi's stomach was warm. Then Prambudi's consciousness faded a little, he felt like he was coming out of his body. He could see himself sitting in the car.

Prambudi opened the car door, walking out with steady and fast steps. He rubbed his nose. Prambudi went into a place so crowded. Although many people passed by, Prambudi's existence seemed to disappear in the crowd. Almost everyone is unaware of his presence.

Prambudi continued walking while sniffing the end, like a dog looking for bones. And he arrived at a house with green paint, with a lamp that was not turned on. The house is most contrasted with the current state of the environment. When other houses look sparkly, this is the only house that looks ordinary.

Prambudi walked tiptoe near the front door. He paid attention to the surroundings, making sure no one was aware of his existence. After it was felt safe Prambudi crouched down to take out the plastic package that had been prepared earlier.

With a lighter, Prambudi ignited incense in his hand. Somehow the frankincense is flammable and emits quite thick smoke. Smoke began to spread into the house through vents located above the door.

Prambudi waited for a while, then he knocked on the door slowly. After the third knock, the door opened. A woman with a blank look stood in front of Prambudi. Prambudi ignored him and rushed into the house, putting the partially burnt incense in the corner of the room. After that he sprayed perfume oil all over the house. Then Prambudi walked up to the woman of the house owner.

"Open your mouth" said Prambudi. And the woman complied.

Prambudi took the flowers from a plastic bag, then stuffed them into the woman's mouth.

"Sak iki raga resun dadi drew ingsun. Ra ono netra sing will nrawang raga resun kejaba ingsun (Now your body is mine, no one can see you but me)," when Prambudi said the sentence, his eyeballs blackened completely.

Prambudi walked out of the house, followed by young women who only wore T-shirts and hot pants with a blank look. Meanwhile in the living room chair of the house lay HP with a call that is still active. A call from the contact reads Mas Adi.

Connect . . .

Hey gaess, long time no update.

Sorry yes, it just so happens that today every night my area of residence is pretty bad weather. The signal is also bad. Meanwhile, if you want to tick during the day can not also because of being left behind by work.

So, enough of a hiccup in the story.

May you remain patiently waiting for the continuation of the Prambudi story.

The rainy season has arrived, keep your health ya gaess. Semangaat. . .