The Skewers House
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Citra steps her foot down the stairs. Occasionally he held his neck which was painful on the outside and sore at the base of his throat. When he reached the first floor, he saw a stick of grandfather lying on the floor. His eyes were looking up. Looks like that evil shaman is taking his life.

The image rushed to open the room door. He's looking for Amanda, his daughter. But the little girl was invisible in the room.

"Manda's? The boy? Where are you?" Image began to panic.. He tried to call his daughter. His hoarse and slow voice was defeated by the noise of the crowd in the front yard of the house.

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I heard the closet door open. The image turned, noticed and finally found Amanda sitting in a closet.

"Amanda," Citra ran and hugged her daughter.

Amanda looks so scared. His face was deathly pale, he immediately hugged Citra very tightly.

"I'm afraid Mah" Amanda whispered, her voice shaking. Naturally, such a small child suddenly experienced events that were beyond reason.

"Sorry Momah son. I'm sorry Mamah has asked you to hide alone," Imagra stroked Amanda's back gently.

Outside the house, the sound of people screaming grew increasingly boisterous. While on the top floor was quiet, there was no sound from Prambudi or Mas Adi. Citra was worried and anxious about her husband's situation.

"Son we need to get out of this house. Later Manda same temen Mamah first yes. Mom wants to pick up dad upstairs. Okay?," Citra held both of her little daughter's shoulders. He's planning on leaving Amanda to Tarji.

"But Mahh, Manda was afraid," Amanda was seen about to cry.

"The son of mama is brave. Do not be afraid, because wherever you are, the same father will always be with you, son," Citra hugged her daughter.

Not yet Citra and Amanda came out of the room, in front of the door was seen someone standing staring at the two of them. His breath was wheezing, sweat soaking his face that looked handsome and clean. He is Andre, the man who is a former Citra that looks anxious and riled up.

"Andre?," Citra asked in wonder. He didn't expect his ex to be in this house.

"How did you get here?" The image clasped Amanda's hand tightly.

"I followed you, I'm sorry. I was forced to do so," Andre turned his gaze to the little girl next to Citra. Beautiful girl, whose face is very similar to Citra. Andre walked closer.

"What's Cit called?," Andre asked, his face looking sad. The image does not budge, he is silent does not reply.

"Whose name are you?" Andre asked Amanda. His chest felt rustling. Remembering how he used to be so cruel to leave his two-bodied lover. His personal ambition and ego were too high at the time. Now he is aware of his mistakes, and tries to correct them, so that there will be no more regrets in his future life.

"Amanda Rahayu Putri Prambudi," replied Amanda with her innocent face.

Andre's stunned. The more hearty Andre feels. Sad as well as tightness in his chest increasingly become so.

"What are you doing here?," Citra asked after a moment of silence. His voice was getting louder and louder.

"I just want to see it Cit. I want to see Amanda, "Andre gulps, his throat feels dry.

"Partner, I don't really understand what's happening to your family right now. The riots outside, I don't understand. However, can Amanda gain a sense of security and comfort? He was too small to experience an event like this," Andre looked heartbreaking.

"Then, can I trust Amanda? Can you take him away from this house?," Citra looked at Andre. His eyes were sharp and frightening.

"I'll get you guys out of here" Andre stretched out his hand. Imra quickly grabbed it, and grasped it tightly.

"Please promise me you'll get Amanda out of here safely. You will take care of Amanda" Citra said firmly and straightforwardly.

"Please promise Ndre" Citra urged.

"Yes, I promise," Andre replied quickly.

The image smiled at a glance then released his hand grip. The image crouched down, gently caressing her daughter's hair.

"You come with Andre first yes," Citra said slowly.

"But Mah," Amanda was about to protest, but Citra's index finger quickly stuck to her lips.

"Your mommy wants to pick up dad first. You go first with Andre. You were just horrifying yourself, om Andre has promised to take care of you. Later Mamah same Dad will follow. Soon," Citra whispered then hugged Amanda. Amanda hugged Citra tightly.

In the close embrace of Amanda, Citra prayed in her heart. He prayed for kindness and happiness for his little daughter. He pecked Amanda's forehead, and pinched the small nose that always makes Citra anxious. The image grabbed Amanda's hand and led her to hold Andre's hand.

"Cit, I can get the two of you out of here safely," Andre tried to persuade Citra.

The image reached into his pants pocket. He took out his HP and handed it to Andre.

"Bring this with you. My date of birth, if you remember. See the draft on my email. I wrote that after you came home a while ago. I actually wanted to send it to you, but I haven't done it yet. Read it later," Citra thrust its HP. Andre accepted it doubtfully.

"Please Cit, come with me. Didn't all of these events prove that your husband is no better than me?" Andre still tried to persuade Citra.

"Enough Ndre! Your job is to look after my daughter!," The glaring image restrained the anger.

"My husband is not a perfect man, but he is not a coward who runs away from responsibility. He was always there for me, and never left me. So don't compare yourself to him. You have nothing!," The image glared, its index finger pointed at Andre's face.

Andre was silent for a moment. He realized he no longer had a place in the heart of Citra. Andre immediately hugged Amanda, and immediately carried her in a blanket.

"Whatever it is, I'm waiting for you. .and your husband came out of this place, picked up this boy. And we can improve our lives and relationships for the better. At least we can be friends with Amanda" Andre whispered. Then rushed to run and exit through the back door, just like when he entered earlier. He held Amanda tightly.

The sound in the courtyard of the house is getting crowded and boisterous. The atmosphere is not controlled, even though the possessed person managed to be bent, but the residents are carried away by emotions and dark eyes.

"This house is fucking shit!," cried Prapto loudly.

"We just burn it!," cried Sumini no less loud.

The anger that had previously been ignited was now burning more and more. Most of the residents do not want to have neighbors in the neighborhood who worship the devil. They also believe the source of misguidedness is the house that is right at the end of this fork.

"Burn the skewer house!," shouted another resident.

Mrs Doto who had been in the car was getting panicked. He was worried that his granddaughter and favorite son were trapped inside the house. She felt it was okay to lose her husband, but she would not be able to live if she lost her beloved daughter and granddaughter. Without a second thought, Mrs Doto got out of the car and ran as hard as she could into the house.

"Hey hey, who's that woman?," One of the residents pointed to Madame Doto who entered the house.

"That must be one of the followers of a heretic. Let's burn this house down. Let the demons along with the fire!," Again Sumini ignited the flames of anger.

And sure enough, starting from Prapto, residents one by one throw their torches into the house. The fire began to burn the front door made of teak wood and spread to the plavon and roof.

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