The Skewers House
Angry Mr. Doto

Upon arrival from outside the city to take care of the expansion of his business, Mr. Doto immediately headed home. The 55-year-old usually prefers to play tennis or karaoke before going home. But today the mood is in a mess. The wife called if her daughter-in-law had run away her beautiful children and grandchildren.

Mr. Doto, a man with a hard attitude and nature, a man who had entered a local magazine as one of the billionaires with a business that is increasingly patronizing. Mr. Doto did not hesitate to destroy his business rivals in a dirty way. He has his own army of bouncers in his office, who are ready to move in time when needed.

By the time he knew his son was impregnated by his former gardener Prambudi, actually Mr. Doto was ready to send a Butcher to finish off the Prambudi. However, it turns out that his son was willing to beg for forgiveness and said he could not live without Prambudi.

Now that Prambudi was made a son-in-law, left by him to feel the luxury of life, arrived just so presumptuously Prambudi brought his son and grandson to run away. Mr. Doto is furious not a bitch. His teeth clashed with a crackling sound, like a lion ready to pounce on anything in front of him.

"Wirjo! You're not catapulting!," Mr. Doto yelled at Wiryo, his personal driver.

"Ba good sir," Wiryo replied stammered.

Wiryo knew very well, this master of hers was furious. He had eavesdropped on Mr. Doto and his wife on the phone. His son and grandson were taken away by his son-in-law.

Wiryo has served for three years with Mr. Doto. Although at first he did not know why Mr. Doto hated his son-in-law so much, long ago Wiryo understood that the son-in-law was a person like himself, a commoner.

Several times Wiryo had imagined how good it would be to be a rich man's daughter-in-law with a beautiful wife as an angel. It's like a beautiful story in a soap opera. But in fact, life is not as beautiful as soap operas. Wiryo knew very well Prambudi the poor daughter-in-law was very tormented in his mind. And now the Prambudi is taking his son and wife away from home? Search mampus.

When he got home, Wiryo hurried down from the car to open the door for Mr. Doto. But Mr. Doto had already opened the door himself and slammed it violently. The security guard was moved to face Mr. Doto.

"Master, forgive me Sir. Neng Citra and Mas Budi came out through the back door. I don't know, sir" The old security guard said.

"Your work is not good! Your cupcakes are budeg? Or are you sleeping pules until no one opens the back door and keeps coming out of this house?" Mr. Doto glared at the old guard.

"I'm sorry, sir" the security guard said. Wiryo actually can't bear to see it.

"Or don't you conspire with that b*jing*n Budi? Huh?," Mr. Doto snapped, swearing, venting his anger at the wrong person.

"No Sir. By Gusti Prince I don't know what Sir," Mr. Sattam cupped his hands, begging for mercy. Mr. Doto did not care, walking away without looking at the old guard who was still waiting.

"Partner and Amanda were taken away with the Jew" Mrs Doto hurriedly greeted her husband.

"Basar people don't know it's lucky!," Mr. Doto threw his office bag.

"Heart-painted for heart. You can call Citra?," Mr. Doto asked his wife, laying down on the sofa.

"Can Well. But Citra does not want to tell where they live now. What if until the Budi it makes our children and grandchildren miserable Well? What did they eat?" Madam Doto was seen crying, adding to Mr. Doto's growing anger.

"I want to see their room" Mr. Doto rushed to Prambudi's and Citra's room. Madam Doto tailed behind.

Gruffly Mr. Doto opened and half slammed the door of the room. Empty, the room is completely empty. Not a single garment belonging to Prambudi was left behind. While some expensive dresses owned Citra still hung in the closet. Amanda's dress shirt gift from Mrs Doto was also seen abandoned in one corner of the closet.

"Budiiiii . . How dare you. Bangs*t," Mr. Doto hit the cupboard.

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"What's the matter Dad?" asked Madam Doto looking at her crouching husband.

"No pa pa pa. I'm going out first. Want to invite my men to make nyari that's the Budi sneakuk. At least I will make his face destroyed so that Citra does not want to be with him anymore," Mr. Doto snorted annoyed. But his emotions subsided a little, there was a little concern from the urate of his face.

Mr. Doto came out of the house to call Wiryo when he accidentally saw his son-in-law's butut duck motorbike parked in the rear garage. In haste Pak Doto shook the motorbike, dragging it to the front yard.

"Wiryoooo," Shouted Mr. Doto calling Wiryo.

"Yes, sir" Wiryo said he was eating when the master called him. There were some rice grains stuck to his cheeks.

"Find gasoline, kerosene, diesel or whatever!," Mr. Doto gave the order.

"For what sir?," Wiryo asked not understand.

"Don't ask a lot bangs*t!," Mr. Doto gave Wiryo a rough nod.

Wiryo felt stupid. He should not ask, just carry out the order. Wiryo patted his own mouth several times.

Wiryo immediately ran panting. Wiryo ran to the grocery store ahead of the highway. Buy one big jerrycan firstx there. The seller feels lucky to have his merchandise bought today. Wiryo shouldered one of the first large jerry cans and immediately returned home.

"It's Master," Wiryo gasped for a sip of soy sauce.

"Pour and flush!," Mr. Doto gave the order while pointing at the Prambudi motor.

There is no other option for Wiryo. He poured and watered the Prambudi motor with Pertamax. There was pity in his heart. Wiryo knows, this is the only Prambudi property.

Mr. Doto lit the cigar, sucked it twice and threw the still lit cigar into the Prambudi motor.

Buggghhh Bwooosshh

Fire blazes. Prambudi motor is burned. There was a small explosion heard, but the motorbike could not escape his unlucky fate.

"Satpaamm," Shouted Mr. Doto. Mr. Satpam with bowed approach.

"You'll finish this wreck later!," Mr. Doto pointed to the burning motor.

"Okay sir," Mr. Satpam replied with fear.

"Wiryo let's go!," Mr. Doto asked Wiryo to hurry away.

Went where? Wiryo did not dare to ask. There were some places that his master might visit, he memorized very well. The office, the bouncer's headquarters, the karaoke place, or. .localis*the subscription.

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