The Skewers House
Commemorative

After a few days ago meeting the figure of a raw meat-eating woman, Rohmat felt unwell. His body shivered in the cold and continuously felt nauseous nausea. As a bachelor man, even Rohmat must be able to take care of himself.

"Fatefully, the body feels like it's being thumped but it still has to work. Money is running out, j*mput!," Rohmat berated himself.

Chili peppers have been stuck in the temple since last night. This morning Rohmat was determined to go around reselling. The money supply is dwindling, only capital money is left to trade.

Rohmat walks to the kitchen, turning on the stove and cooking water. He needs to wash his body that has not touched water and soap for days. The pungent aroma of sweat mixed with medicinal aroma, bitter asem.

After the water was lukewarm, Rohmat poured it into the bathtub. Then he brushed his teeth, washed his face and washed his body with warm water. Several times he sneezed, although the water was quite warm but the morning air really felt cold piercing the bones.

Rohmat wears a thick shirt and a jacket made from waterproof parasites. Not to forget he put a koyok chili on his forehead, also on the neck. I wish it would give her a warm feeling in her body.

Rohmat snatched his butut motorbike parked in the front yard of the house. 2008 Motor output with blisters here and there, and dust and mud that stick thick almost all parts.

After being heated for a while, Rohmat pulls his motor gas inside. Butut motorbike with vegetable container basket in the back seat darted in the middle of dense fog and cold air in the morning. Rohmat closed the glass of his helmet, the cold air made his lips slightly turn blue.

Arriving at the mother market, Rohmat immediately chose vegetables and foodstuffs to sell. He rubbed his own cold hand.

"Hyuhh, the cold . .," Rohmat grumbled as he picked up some cabbage and carrots.

"Heh Rohmat, where have you been? Days don't see your trunk. Uh your nose stick I mean," the grim greengrocer teased Rohmat.

"Now, your eyes don't see!," Rohmat answered curiously while pointing at the crooked pointer stuck on his forehead.

"Whatis that? Why is the head attached to the wooden temple?," The vegetable seller continues to mute Rohmat.

"I pray you will catch a cold like I let you know. The prayer of the persecuted is efficacious," Rohmat murmured.

"Ha ha ha. . Bad prayers will go back to the praying ones you know," the vegetable seller laughed out loud. Rohmat finally could only resignedly accept the ridicule of the inhabitants of the mother market.

"Partially yes Mat, you are also quite mature age. There is also work, why not immediately find a partner? Wait what? Rotting?," Tempted another vegetable merchant.

"At least if your head is dizzy like that, there will be mijitin, ngelus elus, dizzy you said Mat Mat," other traders chimed in.

Rohmat is silent. Not that he was used to being ridiculed like that. However, he had no answer or reply to the mockery of the market traders. Rohmat is also hurt. Almost everyone makes fun of Rohmat for not getting married. They argue that it is nothing more than a joke or a motivation for Rohmat. But actually such a joke is a form of bullying that makes Rohmat mental fall.

Rohmat himself basically wants to get married, and be married. However, finding a partner is not as easy as everyone says. Not because he is a voter, not because he is not self-conscious, but more because nothing feels right in his heart.

Rohmat has been in a relationship several times. With cafe guard girls, shopkeepers, or college kids. But indeed his fate was again apes, all who had ever been close to him always ended in betrayal. The former Rohmat prefer to look for men who are more economically established.

Trying not to listen to people's taunts, time seems to run slow. Half an hour Rohmat chose the cooking ingredients, finally his cart was filled to the brim. Rohmat immediately turned on his motorbike, his ears felt so hot in the cold morning air.

"Sayy sayyy sayyuuurrrr," Rohmat shouted, his voice hoarse.

Rohmat enters in alley after alley peddling his wares. Many of his regular customers asked why he did not show up for sale yesterday.

"My body is all sick" said the phrase from Rohmat's mouth.

Usually Rohmat likes to gossip with his mother. Discussing the events in the surrounding environment or the news of the artist on the screen. This time, however, he preferred to be quiet. Though he had the gossip material that he witnessed with his own eyes. There was a woman in the house called the skewer house shopping for her and eating raw chicken meat.

Maybe because Rohmat is currently not fit, or maybe he is reluctant to tell his own story. Rohmat only listened to what mom said without joining in the conversation.

After a while around, Rohmat finally arrived at the cement road. And after the turn in front of him he will meet the skewer house that yesterday frightened him to the point of falling ill. Rohmat spurred his motorbike, trying faster to avoid the gloomy and spooky house.

However, in fact Rohmat must stop the speed of the motor. A man wearing a beige t-shirt asked him to stop. Prambudi, the resident of Rumah Tusuk Sate is seen waiting for Rohmat, swinging his hand and calling Rohmat.

"Mas shopping?," Rohmat asked, trying to be friendly. He looked at Prambudi. In the eyes of Rohmat, Prambudi is a handsome figure. The body is sturdy and stocky, with facial lines and jaws that look firm. It is very different compared to him. Farmland, with the aroma of wind oil and koyok in the morning.

"Where is my wife?" Rohmat asked. I don't know why he wanted to talk to Prambudi.

"Getting to sleep" answered Prambudi lying.

"Mas, sorry sorry yes earlier. The same wife should move out of this house" Rohmat said half in a whisper. Though from earlier he did not discuss at all about the horror of the house, but when he saw Prambudi he felt concerned.

"Why Bang?," Prambudi asked flatly.

"Serem Mas's. Pity mbak Citra, Mas's wife if it stays here continue," Rohmat spread his gaze around the house.

"Bang, I have advice for you," Prambudi has finished choosing a few pieces of tempeh and fresh vegetables. Rohmat turned his head, looking at Prambudi who this time was seen looking at him sharply.

"Don't like to take care of people's lives. Never look at my wife with a full view of the disgusting n*fsu! Do you think I don't know? You looked at my wife and your jakun up and down gulped. That's disgusting bangs*t!," Prambudi glared.

A sentence that was completely unexpected by Rohmat would come out of Prambudi's mouth. A threatening sentence with a frightening look in the eye. Rohmat took a few steps back.

"It's money for the vegetables. Keep it back for you" Prambudi put a piece of fifties and tens of thousands in Rohmat's vegetable cart.

Without being told, Rohmat immediately took the money in his wagon and hurriedly turned on his motorbike. Rohmat immediately left Prambudi who was still glaring at him from a distance.

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