CONFESSION STONED
100. Wonder Woman's

Two days later, Bara had just circled two blocks of the road to the house after driving Heru home in his car.

They had just met with AKBP Heryadi who was having free time and invited them to coffee before that afternoon.

More business is discussed than Fredy's endless. AKBP Heryadi casually and chuckles to say Fredy turns out to have a drug trafficking network from abroad. The man shook his head and clucked many times while conveying that. One policeman was amazed. Moreover, the usual Bara ‘only’ tells the story in its news column.

Because the coffee place was close to their home area, Heru took home for lunch at their respective homes. Happy is not a bitch. Not yet noon he had put his hand in the fence to open the iron cantolan. Intending to give a small surprise by surprising Dijah, he planned to enter through the garage door by sneaking around.

“Mbok, Colored where?” asked Bara after arriving behind Mbok Jum who was wiping the dishes.

“Ya airport ... Son Bara, almost dislodged my heart.” Mbok was a little jolted when Bara greeted him. The old woman twisted her body while patting her chest. Bara grimacing.

“Sorry Mbok, means ngagetin Colored.” Nyengir. “Where Dul is it?” ask Bara.

“Tadi in Dul's room, bring the stairs to the lights. He said there was a contact,” replied Mbok Jum.

“Hah? Take the stairs, want the lights? Geez Colored ...” Bara did not have time to hear Mbok Jum's answer because he immediately rushed to Dul's room.

Bara never imagined his wife would do the jobs she should have done. He's the woman's husband. He should just complain to her, then he will solve the problem. The colonized who used to not expect others even become a figure who is too independent.

Bara arrives at Dul's room and sees Dijah standing almost at the top of the stairs. With a sheet of negligee he was opening a box of down light with a small screwdriver in his hand. Dul sits sweetly in bed watching his mother's work.

“Jah ..” call Bara approaching his wife. He was shocked and looked down. Bara's hand had scooped up his buttocks and lowered them from the top of the stairs to trace the floor.

“Kok climbing? Tell me what's broken. Let me be the real one. Or we call the technician, you don't go up that high.” Bara took the screwdriver from his wife's hand. He then went up to check the lamp that had been tinkered with.

“I can't wait. If indeed the bulb is dead, then I will say.” Seized did not expect Bara's face as serious as it was just a matter of him climbing the stairs to change the bulb.

“This is the dead bulb, I'll find it first instead. Because this is not the main light, so it's okay while the only one goes out yes,” Bara said folding the stairs then out of the room to step the stairs to be placed in the warehouse.

“Yes, Dul eat first. The coloring book is stored, later on again.” Sejah cleaned his son's stationery. Dul immediately shot out of the room towards the dining room.

“Udah home from work or just stop by to eat?” tanya Sejah walked following Bara who was towards their room. Once inside the room, Bara stood in front of the dispenser and filled his glass as usual. After finishing a full glass of water, he took his backpack which was picked up by Dijah from Dul's room.

“I came home with Heru mas earlier, all I stopped by Dul school to take this form.” Bara took out several sheets of paper that were steples into one. “Later fill in equally yes,” added Bara. Sejah nodded.

“You eat now? I am ready yes,” said Dijah still standing near her husband who still has a serious face. It's a little bit wrong with the attitude of the Bara.

“I want to say a minute,” said Bara wriggling his wife's arm and taking her to bed. “Other times, if there's anything at home, just tell me. Something's broken or you need something, ask me. Including about Dul. I'm his father now, Dul's business, my business too. By the way. Do not bear it yourself,” said Bara while confirming the location of his wife's drooping negligent collar.

“Yes, but it was just a small matter. Mas tired of going home when I complained about small business so,” sahut Sejah looked at Bara.

“Nothing. Just moan. That's one of them to have a husband. You can share complaints. If I am wrong, there is no need to feel bad. Don't get them.” Bara raised the chin of the Sejah who had lowered his head. The woman's fingers involuntarily scratched the back of her husband's hand.

“Iya, next time I'll talk about anything. I can say no, right?” tanya Sejah's.

“Bby,” Reply Bara.

“By cambek?”

“Kan already often,” Bara said. “Ngeliat content of my hape can also kok Jah,” he continued.

Silently think. She often wondered what Bara was doing outside and who sent her husband messages. Because sometimes he sees Bara smiling or frowning seriously every time he reads and types something. He was curious, but seeing Bara's cell phone lying just like that when the owner took a shower, even making him more hesitant to touch the object.

“Whatever can? I'm not sassy if I squirm content hape Mas?” tanya Sejah's.

“No, why is it presumptuous? Who are still dating sometimes until tuker-tuker password hapenya. That's natural, it's okay. Know?” tanya Bara cupped his wife's face.

“Ngerti...” Reply Colored slowly.

His father said, “if you squirm a woman who behaves as if she does not need someone in her life, it means she has gone through a lot of problems alone. It doesn't matter if a woman is independent. If you're with him, don't let him do anything alone. Be his partner, be his teammate. Help him, so that he does not carry his burden alone. Although he never asked for help.”

“So, because he has gone through many difficulties and trials in his life. He built a high wall. All you need to do now is to step back a little and slowly help him lower that wall. Be partner. Don't just think he's doing it alone because he says he can.”

Bara does not want to be too independent. He wants to be needed by his wife. He wanted to be smitten to complain and wrestle spoiled to him.

“So?” ask Bara.

“So what?” Back to asking.

“Before eating, I shower first. Sultry,” said Bara stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Yes have taken a shower, I prepared for lunch first.” Get up standing up.

“Eh, don't go first. I take a shower but with cause,” Bara says hugging Sejahated waist from behind.

“Cause ap—” Words Colored stopped. He already understood Bara's meaning because the man had pulled his negligee up.

“Iya ... In a moment, I want.” Bara whispered then pulled her underwear down. And dragged him to the edge of the bed.

Bara had taken off his clothes and was bending over his wife's body as the Sejahated cell phone that was on the bed shook and flickered. Tini's name and photo filled the phone's screen.

She turned to her husband as if asking for approval to answer the phone. Bara straightens the body grabbing the phone and pressing the ‘abaks’ button with the speaker. He then placed the phone next to the Sejah and continued the action. He bowed to enter his wife's body.

“Jah!! Jah!! Entar told your Mas yes... Mom Robin is coming too. We just broke out in Asti's piggy bank. Contains appreciably. If you are in the middle of that money, it would be offended, right? If you are not good, let's tuckerin this afternoon to the minimarket. How do you think?” Tini's voice across from the other side needed an answer. She was grimacing and enjoying her husband's actions.

“Iya—iya Tin is okay.” Sejah took a breath and saw Bara who was looking at him full of concentration. The man had swung over it following a rhythm.

“So Mak Robin can come too? Didn't say anything about your mas?” ask Tini again.

“Enggak—nothing. Ouch...” Ogre Colored.

“Yes that's okay, later you do not ranting if your mas-kasi rinses like an angkot driver.”

Bara did not have time to interrupt Tini's speech. Let them collect the rinses he thought. Airline tickets are easily booked with a debit card without bothering to count the pennies.

“So it's okay Jah ..” ask Tini again.

“Iya Tiiinn ..“ Muttered.

“I'm just worried. We all have nebeng even ngerepotin.”

Already know troublesome. Bara has already cursed it. It disturbs his concentration. It's murmuring in the heart. He had thought that the woman would convey important things because she rarely called Dijah.

“Jah..”.

“Ya..”

“What do you do Jah? Busy again huh?”

“Iya Tini ... Busy again,” Bara said.

“Oh sorry Mas! Yes ...” said Tini on the phone. “Campret the Sejah did not talk from the beginning. We'll call him back later. He again brushes sticky not konsen.” Tini whispered to the person behind her before completely turning off the phone.

The To Be Continued.....

Don't forget dilike yes bebeb-bebeb.... :*