The Skewers House
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The day was not too hot, there were a few clouds cloudy under the sky. Wearing a wide hat, Citra and Amanda walked their way around the house. Hoping to meet with the surrounding residents, to familiarize themselves. Humans are indeed social creatures that must be recognized as independent, as great as anything will still need others in his life.

Citra and Amanda passed through Mbah Kadir's house, feeling empty and deserted. The door was shut, like no one lived there. They walked on, watching the right left of the road. The beluntas plant appears to be a fence on the edge of the road.

Some of their houses passed by, also seem deserted. Until finally arrived at the very end of the house, there were four mothers sitting lined up holding each other's heads. It turns out they're pulling out the gray hair. Seeing a beautiful stranger like a soap opera artist approaching, the mother exchanged looks. Maybe they asked each other in their hearts, what does a beautiful person eat?

"Excuse me," Citra greeted kindly.

"Yes mbak?," One of the mother's mother who looks the youngest, wearing a tight pink shirt said.

"Emm, we're mom's new neighbors. We were the ones occupying the house in the T-junction," Citra introduced herself.

"Oh, this is the one who lives in that 'puncture' house, '" the other mother chimed in.

"Hush, your mother Sum. . ," Sergey Mother who sat at the very back.

"Huh? What is mother?," The confused image heard the term skewer house.

"He he, don't think. Let's come here," continued the mother who was sitting at the back, took two plastic chairs and let Citra sit. It looks like he owns the house.

"Include my name Citra and this is my son's name Amanda," Citra took a seat in front of her mother who spontaneously stopped the activity of 'hunting' gray hair.

"Waah beautiful. My name is Utami, who owns this house" said the owner, who turns out to be Utami.

"I'm Sumini" continued the mother who said about the skewer house earlier.

"I'm idha" the mother who looks the youngest chimed in.

"I'm Khoisoh," the mother of the last mother also joined the roar.

"Greetings," The image smiled kindly.

"By the way, what was your mother doing?" Citra asked a stale question because she was confused about starting a conversation.

"Oh, yeah mbak mbak mama's job. Theng Theng Crit," Sumini replied with her blunt style of speech.

"What is that?," Image frowned, not knowing the strange term used by Sumini.

"Thenguk Thenguk Crito Mbak (sitting lounging gossiping)," Sumini chimed in.

"Owalah Sum sum, do not make mbak e confused to. Speaking of the planet Pluto language," Utami protested.

"Once again, the skewer house or what was it, what does it mean mother mother?," Citra asked full of questions. The mother in front of him exchanged looks.

"Gara because of your lambe Sum," Utami hit Sumini's shoulder rather hard.

"Lha is real. Here you know mbak Citra beautiful. . if here the house that is located at the end of the road right in the middle of the fork is called the house of skewers. Soale is located right like stabbed mak jleb, aaahhh . . so lhooo," Sumini replied with a sentence that still feels confusing. She's the most beautiful mother in a society.

"Udah mbak Citra, do not listen. Like the tires of a man have leaked," Khoisoh menoyor Sumini's head. The image chuckles at seeing it all.

Amanda looks carefree, playing on the ground a little wet in the yard of Utami's house.

"By the way Citra previously lived where?," Idha asked Citra, while tying her hair that had been unraveled. Perhaps in age, this Idha is the same age as Citra.

"Oohhh, in the city. . .," Idha mangosteen mangosteen.

"The rich must be," Sumini chimed in.

"Lambemuuuu," Again, Utami was irritated by Sumini's way of speaking. The image laughed, a laugh that sounded graceful.

"So people really beautiful to mbak, envious me," Sumini again nyeluk.

"Sum, try you on diem. No need to comment it can not o," Utami snapped, Sumini sneered.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I'd like to ask, "The image of speaking doubtfully.

"What's wrong?" Utami asked Citra.

"Anu. .the house I live in now, where did the previous occupants go? Really going abroad?," Citra still hesitates to ask that question, but curiosity has taken hold of her heart. Sumini this time was silent, not answering like before. It seems he was reluctant to answer the question.

"Where is it, Ma'am. Perhaps it is better to ask directly to Mbah Kadir," Utami advised.

"Bah Kadir the man is cold Ma'am. I was afraid to ask," Citra replied. The answer everyone agreed on there. Mbah Kadir is strange, but actually all that also has a reason.

"The owner of the house is indeed his son Mbah Kadir. He used to live there with his wife. His name is Mbak Retno," Utami as the person who lived the longest in the area finally spoke up.

"At first they lived together in Mbah Kadir's house. But somehow Ms Retno said she was not comfortable living with her parents-in-law, wanted to make her own home," Utami looked dreamy, her eyes were distant. The image listened carefully, the mother of the other mother was just silent.

"Finally Kadir and Mbak Retno's sons built the house that is now Citra's mother. However, after that the married couple even often checks cok, quarrel, and more and more days become. Until one morning, the husband arrived just looking for his wife. Calling residents to help search, also report to all police. But the result is nil. Retno's mother disappeared like swallowed by the earth," Utami sighed softly.

"Mbak Retno is actually a good person, we often chat, gossip, talk together," Utami seemed sad to remember.

"Until now have not met?," Citra asked curiously.

"Yes, Ms. Retno is missing until now. Though all the goods were still intact at home at that time. And after that day, the son of Mbah Kadir left. It is said that he went abroad, but also no one knows the truth," Utami ended the story.

"Eh uh, don't talk gloomy why the hell. Ma'am Citra where does her husband work?," Idha asked, shifting the subject.

"Ah that, in the asbestos factory," Image a little flutter answered Idha's question. He had just daydreamed, carried away the story Utami told him.

"Maahh, come home," came Manda asking to go home.

"Now?," Citra asked, stroking her son's long hair.

"Yes, I miss Kity. Come on Maahh panganggg," Amanda whined.

"Yes, ayuk," Citra stood up from her seat.

"Mother mother, we say yes. When to stop by our house," Citra said goodbye.

"Yes Ma'am," All answered compactly.

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The similarity of the name (especially his mother) is just a coincidence. Spirit, keep health 👌