CONFESSION STONED
99. Story Snippets

“Mas really okay if they come?” tanya was colonized when she and Bara walked hand in hand out the alley.

“You're okay, I don't have a problem. Never had a picnic together, huh?” ask Bara. Seized shaking.

Picnic together? How could he have a picnic together if he spent two years in the boarding house just to sleep and relax for a while. Thinking about spending money on a pair of shoes just now, he was too stingy. Better saved for his son's school.

“Yes, we take them. I'll talk to Mas Heru.”

“About he minded nope?” tanya Sejah's.

“It looks like he didn't..” Bara can already imagine Heru who must be scattered if knowing Bara will bring a horde of boarding residents to the seminar.

“This is our first walk Jah. As family. Because of the departure of the rame-rame, we call a picnic yes... Honeymoon later we go again.” Bara pulled up the arm of Dijah so that his wife would lean on him. With one hand holding the steering wheel, Bara hugged his wife's body along the way.

Seized draped his hand around Bara's stomach. That comfort made her eyes half-sacrificed with a hand that kept wiping her stomach and down to her husband's thigh.

“Tuk?” tanya Bara massaged his wife's shoulder.

“Lit,” reply Colored.

“Do not sleep first. I want to be because you're rubbing my thighs like that.” Bara rubbed his wife's arm.

“Lift when?” tanya Sejah's.

“About four days. If they really want to come, ask to be ready aja.”

Sejah nodded then closed his eyes again and continued stroking his husband's chest, stomach and thighs.

A week of being a newlywed, does not make Bara tired with the activity of that one. Although he understands for one trauma his wife has not healed, the other side of him questions about his own ability to give offspring.

They arrived at the house at 7pm and Dul had been sitting at the dinner table waiting for his parents while putting together some colorful blocks on the table.

“Udah to eat?” ask Bara to Dul.

“Not yet, wait for father same mother.” Dul raised his head to look at Bara.

“That laper really or still patiently waiting for dad to finish shower?” ask Bara again while looking at the menu on the table.

“Still patient,” replied Dul.

“Okay, if that's dad take a shower first.” Bara pinched softly on Dul's cheek then passed towards the door of his room.

As is customary so far, Bara went straight to a dispenser located on the right side in the room. He picked up a glass that had been tucked away in a tray over the dispenser and filled it with water. Within a few seconds, the glass of water was complete.

Sejahed as soon as it arrived immediately took a bath, it looks like he just came out with a towel wrapped around his body.

“Udah drink?” tanya Sejah who this week has understood the habits of her husband.

“Udah, new glass.” The bar pointed up at the dispenser.

“Iya, I'm changing. Cook the drink with a paper cup. Though at home. Honey,” says Sejah. The principle of ‘sayang’ is still applicable to Dijah who has been accustomed to living frugally.

“I shower first Jah, Dul already waiting to eat malem. Ask for the towel,” Bara tukas pulled the towel from his wife's body.

“There in the bathroom—” Colored late. Bara had stripped her naked then laughed running into the bathroom with a used towel in hand.

“Doyan use my used towel,” said Dijah.

“Iyaaa..” exclaimed Bara replied to the words of Dijah which she apparently heard.

“Take the new one,” tukas Dijah again then rush to dress to immediately go to the dining room.

"Gak mauuu." - Bara said from the bathroom. Colored grimacing

“Mbok, maybe four more days Mas Bara out of town. Office events all take a walk. Mbok Jum come with ya?” get Seized.

“Emoh Jah, tired. I'm at home. You're the one who went with your husband and son.”

“My cost neighbors follow Mbok. Tini, Asti, Boy, Mak Robin doesn't know because her husband is on leave. Mbok no ma—”

“I don't need to. I am old. Baring at home finished cleaning up I was happy. Now I think I have something I need to take care of Jah. When my husband is sick, I take care of him. Now I want to take care of you, it makes me excited. Don't worry about me, go out there. Moga get on a plane. You will ever belom,” said Mbok Jum.

Soon Bara entered the dining room with his knee-length pants and his favorite white tee shirt.

“Mas..” call Dijah look up when he sees her husband coming. He will complain that Mbok Jum refused his invitation. Bara stroked his wife's cheek then pulled the chair next to the woman.

“Yes... Wh why? Mbok Jum do not want to come?” tanya Bara looked at Mbok Jum who laughed at the spoiled look of the Colonized.

“No, no need. I'm at home. Tired Nak Bara, I'm old. The mouth that only menggutuk-nduk stuff for a moment I've been pegel. You guys aja.”

“Mbok convenient is it?” ask Bara again. Mbok Jum nodded.

“Dul want to come, right?” bara asked the boy who was facing a plate of rice filled with side dishes.

“Mau, where are you Father-Mom, I want.” Dul spoke while scooping the rice into his mouth.

“OK, cool. Later Dad take a walk to dad's favorite place there.”

“Mas have you been there?” tanya Sejah scooped vegetables into her husband's plate.

“Udah, three times. Take the annual gini seminar as well. Ama Mas Heru. He is that. When you leave, you rarely go alone. I like to bring temen. Make a conversation he said. It's my opposite habit. If I can't sleep in the noise. Well he, likes to sleep in the midst of the noise of any event. If it is quiet, he said he could not even feel well. Strange emang,” said Bara while looking at the plate that had been filled proffered to him.

“Eating,” says Colored. Bara immediately grabbed the spoon and started his dinner.

“Let me ask them again. Serious or do not want to follow.” She poured water into her husband's glass. Bara nodding.

“Who is cooking?” ask Bara.

“I,” sahut Sejah began to fill his plate. “Mbok dining,” pinta Sejah on Mbok Jum who is still busy tidying up the sink.

“Iya—iya, you guys eat first. I'm nulai. Still nanggung,” said Mbok Jum. Years of cooking on a gas stove one furnace that has been dismantled and reassembled makes Mbok Jum like finding a palace.

The kitchen was always shiny. Every morning Mbok Jum mix vegetables and side dishes that will be cooked by Dijah for his family. Without them knowing it, they divide the housework and carry it out as their respective duties.

Two days after marriage, she was separating dirty clothes in the back bathroom next to the laundry room when Bara came with a woman in her 30s.

Bara said that the woman was asked to clean the house and take care of the clothes of the residents of the house. They just need to cook. Their house is only one floor. Although quite extensive, Bara said that the woman would not be too tired because it did not have to go up and down.

“Enak,” said Bara after feeding the last spoon of food to his mouth. “Dul's mom's a cook,” connect Bara again.

At such a young age, the gastronomy possessed by Dijah has indeed reached the advanced stage.

And how unskilled? Since elementary school, she has been in the kitchen helping her mother. All her sisters were busy with extra-wage-making activities as well playing. Sejah the Kasian saw his mother constantly in the kitchen cooking various kinds of cakes to be entrusted to the stalls, receiving the science of cooking with plenary.

I have finished eating. Mbok Jum has lifted his empty plate off the table. The man was now concentrating his elbows on the table to observe the Sejah who was piling dishes and wiping the table with a napkin.

Bara observed the eyelashes of Sejah who several times blinked as if uncomfortable with his view.

“Ngeliatin what the hell?” Colored pouting.

“Gemes. Sleep yuk...” invite Bara. Sejah immediately turned to Mbok Jum who was washing dishes. “Dul has entered his room,” said Bara like answering a question in the head of the Sejah.

“Liar can be long, start early.” Bara clenched his mouth while pinching his cheek Colored with an anxious expression.

“Dul School will not be far from here. You can walk or pick him up. How's it? It's okay?” tanya Bara who was lying face down on the bed opened the notification on her phone.

“Yes is okay. It's more than enough. Expensive school. Mas very good,” said Dijah turned to her husband. He had just finished bottling facial moisturizer he bought from a cosmetic counter in the mall. One afternoon a few days ago, Bara forced her to buy a set of facial treatments like the ones women love.

“What the hell is Colored... You are my wife, my responsibility. Dul responsibility you are now moving to me.” Bara moved his gaze from his cell phone to his wife's face.

The colonized walk towards the nightstand and move the light of the lamp to a dim yellow suit. Emar smile. It's like a code from Sejah that doesn't like bright light when making love.

“But Mas is good,” re-Elejah also lay himself next to Bara.

“Say my father, our father, so good people are easy. The hard one becomes a just and wise man. I hope I can do that... I wish I could be fair when I have a child of yours. I can be wise and fair to all my children. Accompany me yes dear..” I see Bara kiss his wife's neck.

“Hmmm—” Only mumbles that were issued by Dijah. Bara's kisses slid around his neck.

He rolled over his wife's body. He had shown many times to Dijah that he loved her very much. And now, Bara increasingly knows and understands which places he must first.

For a moment, their clothes were scattered. Huffing rough breaths and sighs had already come out irregularly from the mouth of the Sejah. His eyes closed and his mouth half-opened with moaning. Bara kissed a lot down there. Her hands had been sinking, scrambling and stirring her husband's curls.

“Mas...” Stirred Sejah who felt unable to accept the passionate reception anymore.

It scooped up his body and rolled to the side. He asked Dijah to crush him. Makes movement, friction, soft yet intoxicating. Bara's body has been shaking withstanding ever since. He stroked his wife's chest, peeked at her peak, while the woman looked up to want to bend the body because it could not stand the vibrations of the parts of their bodies that had been in contact since.

With a little movement and encouragement, Bara entered the tenderness that awaited her. She groaned and buried her nails in her husband's chest.

Seemed as if he could not breathe. His body curved backwards like a bow being pulled. Dropping, feeling less and less. She slowly swung over her husband's body. His hand lifted and rubbed his own chest. Then go up and lift some of her hair up.

Bara has never witnessed anything more beautiful, more exciting and more thrilling than the Sejah who drifted in pleasure. Enjoyed that moment. He shook his head, letting the Sejah absorb all the sensations arising from the body part that was raining down there.

The rhythmic demands prompted Bara to match him faster. And when he saw Dijah squealing and twitching over his body, he felt that his turn had come.

They are getting proud. His self-control had already started to the advanced stage now.

The To Be Continued.....

Whoa... Sorry delay. Today all day outside. Huhuhoo...

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