The Skewers House
Let me be with you

After leaving Amanda to Andre, Citra was silent for a moment in front of the room door. He was pensive, a little hesitant about the decision he had chosen. Is it true that she left Amanda with Andre? Can she trust her little daughter to Andre?

The image shifted to look at the old man with the stick lying not far from where he was standing. The old man did not move, his breath seemed to be gone. The image approached him. Anger and hatred were evident from the flaming tail of his eyes.

"This is all because of you!," Image shed its tears. It felt like he was venting his anger at the corpse in front of him. The image can only condemn in the heart that all the wicked who have dragged her husband to heresy will never find tranquility.

Dooorrrr

There was a gun explosion from upstairs.

"Mas Pram!," Image suffocated.

The image immediately remembered her husband. He wanted to run straight up, but his knees felt like they were losing steam. Worries and bad premonitions are like taking away his energy. The image seems to know who was shot, even though it has not seen it directly. His tears had spilled, making his eyes glow with fireflies. He almost fainted, yet still tried his hardest to hold on.

"Image of my son!," Madame Doto shouted from the living room. With a row of goopoh he approached Citra.

"Let's get out of here, son!," Madame Doto immediately pulled Citra's arm. But it feels heavy. The image refused, his feet as if glued to where he was standing now.

Braaakk Praangg

I heard the windshield break. Following the blaze that spread from torches thrown by residents. The fire started burning wooden doors, curtains and windows. Mrs Doto grew increasingly panicked, while Citra was instead seen walking towards the second floor.

"Where are you going, son?" Madam Doto pulled Citra's arm, her voice shaking.

"Let go of me Mother" Citra said slowly. His eyes look empty. He did not care at all about the flames that were beginning to appear to be swerving.

"Let's get out of this house. Where's Manda? Mandaa where are you my granddaughter?," Madame Doto started crying. He shook his daughter's arm violently. The panic and fear made him feel uneasy.

"Silent Mother!," Image shouted. Madame Doto was silent for a moment, she let go of her hand.

"If only Mother did not insult Mas Pram. If only Mother did not make fun of Mas Pram. If only Mother would accept Mas Pram. This is never gonna happen! It's all Mother's fault!," The image wastes face. With a stagger he walked down the stairs towards the top floor.

Madame Doto was glued. He was silent in silence, looking at the look in the eyes of his only daughter who turned terrible. Mrs Doto was shocked. All her life, from childhood to adulthood, Madam Doto had never seen such facial expressions and eyes from Citra.

"Why Nak? I'm your mother Nak. . . It's just you and Amanda that I have now, son," Lady Doto sobbed, sobbing along with the sound of a blaze that started burning the front porch plavon.

"Y, Amanda. Where are you my granddaughter?," Madame Doto recalled her granddaughter. In a hurry he entered the room. Trying to find her grandson.

"Mandaaa, baby. Omaaa's granddaughter, "Mrs Doto picked up Amanda's favorite pink doraemon doll lying on the bed. The old woman sat on the floor. His back he rests on the rim of the cot. Madame Doto gently caressed the doraemon doll, and fondled her nemesis.

Lady Doto recalled the day Amanda, her granddaughter, was born into the world. Happiness envelops the family. Heartache because the only child should marry a person who does not have a little treated with the birth of a healthy and beautiful grandchild.

Now the portrait of a happy family is only in the wishful thinking. Her husband had left first in a tragic accident. His son had just snapped with a hateful look at him. And his favorite grandson is nowhere. There is only a pink doraemon doll that still leaves the scent of the little girl. Madam Doto hugged the pink doraemon doll tightly. While a puff of black smoke began to enter the room, besieging the lonely weeping old grandmother.

The image reaches the top floor. And as expected, Prambudi sat with a stomach drenched in blood. Citra's body trembled violently. Her tears were dry to cry. The image approached, embracing the body of her husband who still felt so warm.

"Why . . .re you back . . .here?," Prambudi asked in a brick. His breath sounds harsh. The image did not answer, he tried to suppress Prambudi's wounds so that blood stopped flowing from there.

"Where is Amanda?" Prambudi asked again.

"Our son is safe Mas" Citra replied among her sobs.

Braakkk

The sound of the door opening violently. Mas Adi came out of the room carrying a woman. He met with a look at Citra. Mas Adi instantly came to a realization, Citra looked at him hatefully in her heart.

"Why are you doing this? B*jing*n!," Citra squealed, cursing while crying. His voice was heartbreaking.

"Don't . .blame Adi Cit. I. .who grabbed the gun earlier. And shoot myself . .myself," said Prambudi lirih.

"Why Mas? Would you like to leave me? Do you not love me anymore?" Citra said.

"Because I've .. .no. .road to return," Prambudi whispered softly. The image of crying happens.

"Let's get out of here Ma'am," Mas Adi tried to persuade Citra. Smoke began to surround the second floor. The air temperature also increased sharply. The red jago began to spread burning the handle of the stairs made of wood.

"Go away. Let the two of us be ashes together" Citra said quickly. He held Prambudi in a pool of blood.

Adi has no other choice. He couldn't have stayed in that place for long. Oxygen is getting thinned, carbon monoxide makes his chest feel more tight. Especially Sinta in a fainting state. Mas Adi ran towards the balcony. Without a second thought he jumped up while carrying Sinta's body.

Bruckk

Mas Adi landed on the right footstool first. His legs sprained, but fortunately he and Sinta managed to get out safely.

The upper floors are getting full of smoke. Prambudi stared at Citra with the rest of his energy.

"Go baby. Go," said Prambudi lirih.

"I'm not leaving you, Mas. Just like you who didn't leave me when I was down," Image stroked gently on her husband's cheek. Now their bodies are both full of bloodstains.

"Without you, I am no longer in this world. So now, let me leave this world with you, " Citra said straightforwardly.

"Amanda?" Prambudi asked again.

"The boy has his own future. Believe me, he will grow up to be a great man. As for me as your wife, my future is done if not with you" Image reached into the pocket of Prambudi's pants. She took her husband's HP. Then he picked up the headset that was inside the small bag he was wearing.

The image inserts the headset next to his left ear. Then put the next part again, to Prambudi's right ear. The image of playing a song.

🎶Truly I cannot. . .

Live the day without you

Farewell is not sorrow

Although must leave a wound 🎶

The image brought his face closer to Prambudi. She landed a kiss of her whole heart on her husband's lips. Lips that initially felt warm, but slowly the land turned ice-cold. Prambudi's blue eyes looked at Citra blankly. The fire surrounded them both.

The image of crying noiselessly, he held Prambudi together with a fire that immediately enveloped the bodies of the two.

Connect . . .