The Skewers House
What have you done?

With slow steps and hearts 3 adults and 1 toddler walked towards the house at the end of the fork. They watched over the state of the house, which unexpectedly had 2 black cars parked in the yard. Some people were standing in front of the entrance.

"There are about 8 people," Mas Adi muttered. His eyes watched and counted the people standing at the door. While Tarji, Citra and Amanda squat behind a bush.

"Isn't it better, your son stays in the car?" Tarji asked Citra. He looked at the mother of one child with admiration. It was true that only this time did she see a woman who looked so beautiful and graceful, even in faint illumination.

"This child wants to see his father" Tukas Citra firmly.

"You know, who is the person at the door?" Mas Adi asked this time.

The image looked up, narrowing its eyes. Pay close attention to one by one the people who are at the door of his house. People in black with faces that look foreign.

"Nobody I recognize," Citra shook her head slowly.

"Could it be the people around?," Mas Adi again asked.

"No. I just saw it this time," Citra replied quickly.

"Ji, how many bullets are in your gun?" Mas Adi patted Tarji's shoulder looking dumb. A little annoyed also saw his partner was not focused on a precarious situation like this.

"Eemm, there are 4," Tarji thought for a moment then replied.

"Send a message to the office. We need additional personnel" Mas Adi gave the order.

"Well," Tarji nodded and immediately reached for HP in his jacket pocket.

Mas Adi riled, he realized the preparation was less than mature. He only carried 2 bullets. But he couldn't wait for help. What if something bad happened to Sinta? Especially now that the suspected abuser is Prambudi, his 'brother' in childhood first.

Mas Adi began to feel hesitant to take action. Worry rules his heart. He no longer wants to feel the loss of being left by people closest to him. Be it Prambudi, or Sinta. They are both equally important to Mas Adi.

"Sir, I want to go in" Citra said when she saw the two policemen in front of her just shut up.

"Too dangerous. We don't know who they are? What organization or plot they really are," Mas Adi prevented Citra from acting rashly.

"I was here to give you this ring to check. But until here you even invite me to play hide and seek in front of my own house. I think it's better for me to go into the house and ask my husband directly, what is this?," Citra stared intently at Mas Adi.

"Your husband, is most likely the perpetrator of the kidnapping case that we have been handling," Mas Adi returned Citra's sharp gaze.

"You don't exist" Sergey Citra did not accept.

"My husband is a very good person" Citra murmured. His voice sounded trembling, he was like he was about to cry.

"Trust me, I still doubt your husband did anything bad. Me and him grew up in the same place" Mas Adi tried to calm Citra down.

But Citra had lost her patience, by holding Amanda she walked into the yard. Several people in black clothes who were in front of the door were seen walking towards him.

"Who are you? What are you going to do here?" asked one of the men with a plontos head.

"I am the wife of Prambudi, the owner of this house," Citra replied in a trembling voice. People in black clothes immediately exchanged glances hearing Citra's reply. They seem confused.

"Lunatic already! My home. Who are you guys to dare to forbid me to enter?," Image glared. While Amanda looks scared hugging and clinging to her Mom's body.

People in black dress keep crocheting Citra. They do not give way to the image.

"Everyone raise their hands! And get out of the way!," Mas Adi and Tarji ran to the gun.

Shortly after Citra forced her way into the house, Mas Adi had no choice but to catch up and try to protect her. Although the bullet he carried was lacking, but he tried to look convincing so that the opponent shrunk his guts.

"Hey! Give way! Give way!," Mas Adi snapped.

The person in black clothes raised his hand then opened the way for Citra.

"Get in, and take your husband out! Quick," Mas Adi turned to Citra while still brandishing his gun towards the person in black.

Citra understood, she immediately carried Amanda and ran into the house. While Mas Adi and Tarji continued to focus on paying attention to the person in black clothes before him. No one can come near each other. Everyone was silent and just looking at each other.

The image opens the door to the room, there's nobody there. The kitchen, too, was empty. Still holding Amanda, Citra climbed the stairs to the second floor. The room, which is usually locked tightly, is slightly open. The image hesitates to step up. He and Amanda just stood in the doorway.

"Mass. . .Pram?," Citra tried to call Prambudi from behind the door. His voice came out so softly, as if something was sticking out of his throat.

Kriieett

The door is wide open. Prambudi and an old man came out of the room. Prambudi's expression looked panicked and startled, seeing his wife at the door.

"You. .What is Cit here?" Prambudi stuttered at Citra.

"What is Mas Pram doing?" Citra asked, while Amanda hugged her Mom tightly in a sling.

"I told you, I'll pick you up. How can you be here now?" Prambudi tried to approach Citra, but his wife instead walked back a few steps, trying to keep her distance.

"What is Mas Pram doing?," Citra kept repeating her question. His face was flushed, his round eyes looked glassy, filled with puddles of tears ready to fall from his fertilizer.

The image sniffed, the aroma of Prambudi was really disgusting. The fragrance of the flowers was very pungent, mixed with the smell like something was burning. The new image is remembered now, almost every night during sleep in this house, Citra inhales this exorbitant aroma. The scent he originally thought came from the burning of mosquito repellent.

"Quick finish this drama Pram. Remember, you are still less than 1 ghost," The male with the stick went back into the room, he had a glare staring at Citra for a moment.

"Who's the shaman Mas? What has Mas Pram done?," This image is really crying.

"Arrghhhh," Prambudi hit the wall beside him tightly.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the house, Mas Adi and Tarji still stood pointing their pistols at people in black. Sayup sayup heard the sound of a car approaching, with a bright spot of lights. Two white cars stopped across the street.

Mas Adi initially thought the car was driven by police personnel who had been contacted. But it turns out he was wrong. The ones who came were the roof tiles of Mr. Doto, who just ran towards the crowd of people in black as if to ambush. Tarji was confused and lost his focus, which was when one of the people in black jumped up and tried to hit him. Struggles are inevitable this time.

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