The Skewers House
Towards the final round

Citra contacted the phone number she had already gotten from the announcement on the radio. The owner of the number was a police officer. He wanted to meet in the house currently occupied by Prambudi.

The image grew more and more riled up, many questions enveloping his mind. What the hell is going on? How could the person he called be a police officer? Moreover, it turns out that he already knew Prambudi's rented house and invited Citra to meet there.

"Mas Pram, what have you done?," Citra mumbled softly, as if crying. His heart was broken, the person he loved so much was in trouble.

The image goes on to pick up a change of clothes for her and a jacket for Amanda. A little rushed, he changed clothes. Long dress shirt and black blazer with a skirt that is also dark. I don't know why this time his heart wants to wear clothes that seem dark.

Citra carrying a small sling bag, containing HP and wallet. Then with a little running he went down the stairs looking for his daughter.

"Manda, dear Manda," Citra called Amanda.

"Yes Maahh," Amanda ran a small run towards her Mom.

"Wear this son," without lingering, the image immediately put the jacket on Amanda.

"Where are we going Mah?" Amanda asked with her innocent face.

"You're going to Jayah's place, okay?" Citra smiled as she gently stroked her daughter's black, bushy hair.

"Yeee, asyiikk. Manda kangen Yamah," Amanda jumped in joy. Yeah, that little girl misses her dad. It's been a long time since Amanda saw her father's smile that always looked patient and pleasant.

"Where are you going?" Doto arrived, asking in a high-sounding tone.

"You go to Mas Pram Bun's place," replied Citra straightforwardly.

"Gini night? Look outside, it's raining Cit, right now" Mrs Doto tried to block the intention of Citra.

"Just drizzle Bun. Besides, I had already ordered a taxi," Citra holding Amanda's hand, her determination was round.

"Ngapain anyway? Tomorrow morning can it?" Mrs Doto glared to prevent the departure of her beloved daughter and granddaughter.

"No Bun. I'd like to see you in Mas Pram. Mother has no right to forbid," Citra said as she walked away.

The image kept walking out of the house holding Amanda. A taxi was seen waiting outside the fence. While Mrs Doto took HP in her pocket, then called one of her husband's men.

"Hey. You guys are standing guard around the house here right? I asked one to follow the taxi car that just got out!" Madam Doto gave the order.

Madame Doto turned around, about to head for her room as the house phone rang loudly.

"Hallo good night" Madame Doto picked up the phone. This time his voice sounded soft without snapping.

"Good night ma'am, can you talk to Mrs Doto?," The voice of someone on the phone was soundingly defeated by the sound of raindrops.

"I'm sorry, Mom. We from the police wanted to provide information that the husband's car had an accident in the hills of the village N," a soft voice but clearly heard in the ear of Mrs Doto.

The next second Mrs Doto could only be silent fixated on listening to the explanation from the police. After receiving the call Mrs Doto sat on the sofa, just silently looking at the family photo attached to the wall in front of her.

"Bi Iraahhh," Mrs Doto shouted shrillly. Bi Irah ran into a goopoh.

"Pinch me!," ordered Mrs Doto. Bi Irah was dumbstruck, she was confused to respond to the intention of her employer's remark.

"Pinch my arm Bi! Hurry!," Madame Doto snapped. Bi Irah hesitated a little finally lifted a pinch on Madam Doto's arm.

"sickness. Means not a dream," said Mrs Doto while daydreaming.

"You know Bi, Mr and Wiryo were in an accident. They both died. But strangely my tears did not come out, I did not feel sad. In fact, many people say losing a husband is painful, but why does it feel normal to me," Mrs Doto muttered to herself.

Hearing that, Bi Irah dropped her pant*t on the floor. He sat there holding back the crying. The driver Wiryo, his loved one has died in an accident? There is a sense of tightness and loss spread in the heart of Bi Irah. Very different from the condition of Mrs Doto who looks calm. The same two women lost their men at the same time, but had different reactions.

"What makes you so sad Irah? You're crying over Wiryo? Or do you feel sorry for me because I can't cry despite losing a husband?" Madame Doto walked into her room on the phone.

Through a phone call, Mrs Doto called her remaining men to take her after Citra and Amanda.

"I don't have a problem losing you, Doto. But I won't be able to live a quiet life if left by my children and grandchildren alone in this house!," Madame Doto muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, Citra and Amanda's taxi ride has been out of the housing complex to the highway. Without Imagar realized there were two cars following him. First was the car of his parents. And another car that Andre was driving.

Andre, who had been expelled by Citra, still has not given up to get a confession that Amanda is his flesh and blood. She does not want to ruin Citra's relationship with her husband, but at least she is allowed to see and meet Amanda. He wanted to make amends for his mistakes in the past. When he was immature, he ran away from responsibility. But now that he has realized, he wants to be a better person.

Actually, today Andre wants to see Linda. He wanted to confide and ask her for an opinion. Because for Andre, only Linda's relatives and friends can understand about her. Linda was not contacted at all. Even word of Linda's car splashed in the swamp of the adjoining district. Finally, from this afternoon Andre just stayed in the car observing Citra's house from a distance.

Just as Andre was about to go home, that was when he saw Citra and her daughter getting into a taxi. And finally this is where Andre is now, trailing the silent image.

"I'm sorry Cit. I don't really want to be a stalker like this. But how else, I want to see my son's face," Andre muttered to himself. His face looks cute. There was a sadness coming from there.

Citra's taxi ride turns in on the district road which looks so many holes with a puddle of brown and turbid water in it. Taxis move slowly, choosing a path that basically has nothing to choose from. So clear the difference between the city axis and the subdistrict. Several times the taxi stumbled because the hole in the street turned out to be quite deep.

Taxi continues to go, until it reaches the road made of cement. Then stop some distance from the house at the end of the T-junction, the rented house of Prambudi. A car was parked in front of Citra, with two men standing in front of her. The two men were police officers Mas Adi and Tarji.

At half-time 8pm, more and more people gathered around the Skewer House. The pawn is complete, along with the speck of rain, the stage of tonight's destiny play will move towards the final round.

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