The Skewers House
Balconies

At 7 am Citra has finished fulfilling its obligations. Meals for his family breakfast are available on the table. Prambudi came out of the room wearing a clean white shirt, with hair and a sweet perfume scent.

"Mas. . .you wear my perfume?," The image sniffed the end of her husband.

"He he he, I don't have Cit perfume, rather than the smell of musty on the first day of work yes I tried to spray a little bit," Prambudi cengengesan.

"Cn . . . Here all you do not love the mantra if that is so, let your first day of work smoothly Mas," Citra pulled the collar of Prambudi's clothes and wanted to kiss the cheek of her husband. Prambudi who had expected to get a kiss from his wife immediately turned his head, so that Citra kiss did not hit Prambudi's cheek but directly hit his lips.

"Ihh naughty," Citra hit the shoulder of spoiled prambudi. Prambudi replying to poking friendly waist Citra.

"Breakfast is ready Mas," Citra invited Prambudi to the dining table.

"Bare cheap food here. We also do not need to bother to the market, there are already mobile vegetable traders," Citra opened the food hood at the dining table. Vegetable sop, sambel onion and tempeh fry emit a fragrant aroma that uploads taste.

"But the seller is a bit weird, really cocky, scared too. Cook him thinking I'm Mas's ghost. He thought the house was still empty, no one was empathetic," Citra took the dishes and rice for Prambudi.

"If there is a ghost as beautiful as you, instead of being scared and chased after people, hunted later," Prambudi received a plate of rice from Citra, taking his favorite vegetables and fried tempeh.

"By the way, Manda where's Cit?," Prambudi asked, looking for Amanda who didn't see her nose this morning.

"That, he's in the same backyard as Kity. From earlier Kity ran out of the house continuously, like not at home like that in the house. Why is it Mas?," Citra looked up from the kitchen window, looking at Manda who was still engrossed with her cat.

"Maybe the Kity asked for marriage" Prambudi answered lightly.

"Yes, it's not Mas. I'm worried Mas, don't let this house go wrong" Citra whispered to Prambudi.

"Hush, ngaur. Sleeping here is good, eating well, cool air, fresh, away from floods, landslides and all its macems, is not right where try?," Prambudi stared at Citra sharply. The image was unable to reply or answer her husband's questions. Because what is said is true.

"Mas, mother was WA I . .kekeuh nanyain our address now. How's Mas? Maybe Mommy already miss Amanda," Citra diverted the conversation, looking sad from the look in her eyes.

"Don't tell the Cit. It's only been two days. Let Amanda, and everything adapts first. If your mother comes here now, chances are Amanda's going to come back to your mother's house. Do you want to separate from Amanda, or do you want LDR and me?," Prambudi once again looked at Citra with a sharp gaze.

The image shook slowly. There is no other choice. All must hold back at this time, for the sake of the integrity of the beloved household. Conscious image during this time Prambudi always depressed living in the house of the in-laws. How not? caci maki, and a derogatory word is like a daily meal for Prambudi. And now Prambudi has the opportunity to build his small family in peace, now it is Citra's turn to hold back, filial to the husband.

"I'm leaving first Cit. Prayers in my work today and so on smoothly," Prambudi has finished his breakfast. Imra immediately clean the dirty dishes on the table.

"Manda, here son. .dad wants to go to work," Citra called Amanda.

Carrying the Kity Amanda walked in a row approaching his father.

"Be careful Dad," Amanda smiled innocently at her father.

"Okay princess kuu, don't fuss at home with Mamah," Prambudi landed a kiss on Amanda's cheek and forehead.

"Lha for me where is Mas?"'Citra asked spoiled.

"So it was," Prambudi smiled towards Citra.

Finally Prrambudi still landed one or two kisses for his wife, then prepared to leave for work. Prambudi departed using the services of a motorcycle rickshaw he had ordered yesterday to shuttle.

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After Prambudi left for work, Citra cleaned the dining table and kitchen. Then after that, Citra washed some dirty clothes. Although she is the son of a wealthy conglomerate, she can be a good wife for Prambudi. The wife is almost perfect and Prambudi must feel grateful for it.

After finishing some time, Citra sat in the backyard accompanying Amanda who played the doraemon doll of the wrong color with the Kity.

"Children, never fussy. Next year's school list is yes son," Citra rubbed Amanda's hair.

"Mah Mamah knows not," Amanda spoke without seeing her mother, still busy cradling her doraemon doll nimang.

"What dear?" Citra asked Amanda gently.

"The ones living in this house are not just dad, Mamah and Manda lhoo," Amanda smiled at Citra.

"Yes Mamah also knows Nak, there is Kity right," Citra returned Amanda's smile. While Kity is seen rolling in the grass.

"Not Maahh, no moreii," Amanda shook her head.

The feeling of direct image is not good. There was a chill running down his neck.

"Mandaa, Manda don't be weird. Who else lives here. . .Mbah Kadir you mean?," Citra denies what Amanda said.

"Not Maahh, Manda saw the upper room from here. There was aunty cantiikkk really, his hand da da da to Manda. from above," Amanda pointed to the balcony that yesterday had been praised Citra for its beauty.

The image quickly turned its head, looking at the balcony appointed by Amanda. Nothing, it's empty. The door was also tightly closed. But it is undeniable that fear began to spread in the depths of the heart, making Citra's body feel an odd chill.

"Dear manda, maybe you've seen it wrong, son. That's nothing there," Citra tried to convince herself.

"But Mah," Amanda was about to argue, when her mother put her index finger in her mouth.

"It's time for breakfast. Yuk eat. Manda wants bread what rice?," Citra switched the conversation.

"Bread yes Mah," Amanda smiled and took her Mom to the kitchen.

Imagra walked with Amanda and occasionally looked at the balcony to make sure there was nothing there. Imagery knows there's no way Amanda's lying, Amanda's age is always telling the truth.

The image felt the need to investigate the history of the house it occupied. Maybe he needs to walk to the neighbors. Or tomorrow he can also extract information from Rohmat the greengrocer.

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