CONFESSION STONED
109. Story Sets

God gives balance to the life of every creature. Pairing everything up so precisely. Giving with the intention that all His creatures not only receive, but also interpret.

Like a man who would never know what light is if it were never dark. Will not know the meaning of happiness, if never troubled. Laughter is never worth it if there is no crying.

God created the universe so perfectly with all the intentions contained in it.

Asti can't sleep well just because Bayu invites him to walk alone tomorrow night. Although it had to be winding and a little complicated, he could finally see Bayu's gaze had been fixed on him.

Tini slept well between Asti and Boy. His hands were outstretched and his mouth slightly gaping. He was so tired all day shaken by drunken travel luggage orok. Instead of bequeathing her abundant property, Tini's parents instead passed down the drunken habit of the trip.

Tini fell asleep without a dream. That day he ran too much. Run away from trouble. And run away from the charm of Heru that he increasingly enjoyed. Just get there. Again, Tini could only enjoy. He was pessimistic to repeat the story of Cinderella Colored-Bara with Heru. Like a long way from the fire. The more often Heru laughed because of it, the more his heart grew clumsy. It is only a consolation in fatigue. But he enjoyed it. That'sthat's all.

Boy sleeps on Tini's back. His hands were raised shut his ears. He had a little trouble getting soundly because of Tini's snoring. His heart was relieved. Asti the most ‘bungsu’ among them for the first time got the point of enlightenment from the men he liked. Boy was relieved because he did not have to be between Asti's confusion and Tini's dominance attitude. The last few days, he was busy being among them. Hearing Asti's curses and hearing Tini's sometimes discouraging remarks. But it's all done now. Their vacation solved that problem.

“Robin!! Sleep you!” pekik Mak Robin who woke up early and saw his son was still awake with fresh eyes watching cartoons.

“More Mom! Many times the cartoon is not abis-abis. There is no such thing as this at home. Mamak even if in the room watching the news. I've never watched a cartoon.” Robin scowled clutched the tv remote.

“So you wait for the cartoon movie abis just want to sleep?” mak Robin asked his son who watched the tv channel, all of whom aired cartoons throughout the day.

“That's! Wait for this abis first.”

“Sampe holidays you watch it will not be abis-abis. Here the tv remote,” pinta Mak Robin who sat out a hand asking for the remote from her son.

Robin was silent. His hand was still holding the remote.

“Sini said ... Don't let me change the tv remote at this hotel because I broke that one.” Mak Robin grumbled at her son.

“Isss ... This mom is la... Hate my times,” said Robin handed over the tv remote.

“Tomorrow again you hate me. Tidor you now.” Mak Robin patted the pillow asking her son to lie down. Robin complied and slept next to her mother. Mak Robin's hand patted his son's thigh gently.

“Cruise times mamak!” robin in his mother's arms.

“Udah be quiet! Tidors. Tomorrow swim us.” Mak Robin doesn't care about her son's nagging. And the new Robin says she hates her mother sleeps in her arms.

That night, Bayu returned to the room with a new consciousness. He needs a close friend. The place is shared and every talk is considered special. He should have been suspicious from the start. All of Tini's attitude is very contradictory to what he said through the messaging application. Bayu felt he was wrong too. Insensitive. Too blind. Given the book he gave, Bayu laughed a little.

The seminar was only full day. Right on Friday. While Saturday and Sunday they will be used to be fully utilized as a vacation.

Bayu just arrived in the room and opened the menu book located next to the room phone. He sat on the edge of a twin bed. Heru who was lying behind him, then turned around. It turned out that his boss had not slept.

“Where to from? Early in the new day enter the room,” said Heru like reprimanding his son.

“Walk, wind search.” Bayu.

“From your expression, it looks like the problem is finished huh?” muttered Heru hugged a pillow while staring at Bayu.

Bayu chuckles. “Sorry Yes Mas ... So splashy,” said Bayu.

“Cockwise. I am ordinary. What matters is that tomorrow is not too late to enter the room. Participate in seminars in an orderly manner, keep the good name of the company. The rest is your personal business. The important thing is self-acceptance—self-acceptance ..” Heru's eyes have returned. His advice was like a delirious person.

Bayu glanced at Heru who had gone back to sleep. He then grabbed the phone and dialed the room service extension number. Stomach rumbling. He missed a fancy dinner served to the seminar participants.

Actually, that night Sejah slept with a little restlessness. His mind flew everywhere. Upset with a woman who treats her husband like an unmarried man. Upset with her husband who was too relaxed in response to her protests.

Sejah woke up at 4 am and saw Bara's cell phone lying just like that on the table. She remembered her husband saying that he could open the phone. She was hugging him from behind. The man's breath was regularly a sign that his sleep was still very deep.

A little bit of a standing up stuck out his hand to grab the phone. And a moment later, with a single swipe on the screen, the Bara phone opened. The phone wallpaper was their wedding photo. Colored grimacing because he did not even remember to replace his plain wallpaper with a photo. Not Colored does not want to be romantic like Bara. She has not asked her husband to do the same for her phone. After acquiring his S2, Bara accepted a new position in the office. Her husband was busier and never went back to hanging out in the police station to catch up on criminal news.

The police don't know what the reason is. What is clear, he heard Heru said he had given something that was indeed the right of Bara.

Notifications on the front screen of the full Bara mobile phone. Sejah directly open the destination message application. Name ‘Joana Dosen’ tops the list. That is, the woman still sent Bara a message recently. The number is in the tens and has not been opened by her husband.

This my husband. What do you want this woman is still busy constantly sending messages. I know it is unread and unreturned. What intentions? Want colonizing? Did the lecturer forget that the country had long been independent? Colored cursing Joana in heart.

With the annoyance he gathered, Sejah's hand tapped Joana's message open. His hand had already scrolled through to read the entire message one by one.

There are two messages that make the heart of the Sejah feel a little squeezed. Book two days earlier.

‘Hey ... New bride, after the target, huh? Next month your wife will be pregnant. Keep clucking yourself up about it's'

‘Again for the seminar huh Ra? Proud to be chatted not read. Didn't bring a wife, did you? Don't-don't be a husband scared wife huh now?’

That was Joana's latest message. He took a deep breath. It seems he will ignore the advice that is often thrown at Tini to stay away from the mobile phone every emotion. Sejah started typing replies to Joana.

‘Iya Ma'am, my husband is attending a seminar. Coincidentally Mas Bara brought the family so it was busy. I haven't yet responded to Joana's message. Mas Bara is still sleeping because of the exhaustion. I will be taking.’

Sejah pressed the ‘send’ button and smiled complacently. The problem of replying to the message the next day, it's Bara's business. The man should know that he doesn't like it. And anyway, even though Dijah was upset with her husband, he was never able to nag the man. How to nag Bara who always spoke softly to him?

“Si Joana is so because you do not speak clearly Mas,” whispered Colored to her husband. She had thrown the phone away and began to feel her husband's body in anger.

“Hmmm—” Bara mutters. Though Sejah only whispered but her husband wriggled because of his words just now.

“You are my husband,” whispered Colored again.

“He’eh,” Bara replied yet to open his eyes.

“Mas,” call Colored a little harder. Bara blinked her eyes and her hands stretched out to embrace Dijah.

The light in the room is still dim. Colored down the abdomen of her husband then down and into the back of the shorts worn by the man.

“Jah ..” call Bara who immediately realized when his wife's guerrilla hand teased him down there. “Tumben is holding up first,” Bara murmured still with his drowsiness.

“Can't?” tanya Sejah is a little sharp. He felt something down there tightening up.

“Kok is the name? Can be really, I also want.” Bara lay on her back and pulled Sejah into her arms.

Sejah who had been awake since earlier got up from his seat and pulled down her husband's pants. Joana's messages upset her pride as a wife. Although her husband did not respond, but Dijah felt the need to strengthen his ownership of the man. The woman should never dream of being able to tease Bara, let alone take her.

“Hei ..” whispered Bara slightly rose to add a pile of pillows under her head. In the sullen he scooped his wife's hair to enjoy the beautiful morning scenery. Who adored him. The eyes of the woman are different. Cynical and wild. Bara. He likes to be wild in bed when he is with him.

Bara has sighed. Rise up and dress his own clothes. The woman then crept over her husband's stiffened body as he awaited his next action. Bara lifted the pillow and leaned it against the head of the bed. He sat up straight and grabbed his wife's tiny body.

“Sini, hug me.” Bara raised his wife's waist and slowly united their bodies.

The sun was already rising when the Sejah was tightly hugging Bara's body and her hips were carried to the rhythm set by her husband.

Bara nibbled on his wife's neck and shoulders. The body of the Seamed squirms on it. That morning was not as usual. His body is very responsive. Bouncy, curved, bending accompanied by groans, groans and preparedness.

Bara's getting excited. Feeling more powerful, free and having a woman who is enjoying the romance. Until then he felt his body stiffen and his hip movements irregular. Colored squealing. Almost shouting. Bara turned to the side of the connecting door which thankfully was still tightly closed.

“Wow ...” whispered Bara just before sipping the top of his wife's chest that was arcing the body. He likes to be cut like this. Colored differently. His wife is getting hotter!

The sun is getting higher. And that morning Bara was wearing clothes with Sejah who was still wearing a towel to help button his shirt.

That morning the desire of Sejah which was so hot it was a pity to be missed without a complete package as usual.

The phone has been shaking ever since. Five missed calls from Heru. Bara just resignedly looked at the cellphone while hastily buttoning the sleeves of the shirt. Colored down under Bara to spread the socks over the shoes that her husband would wear.

“Very sexy ..” muttered Bara when looking at the cleavage squeezed by a white towel looking down in front of her.

“Udah, cepet!” She patted her husband's shoulder, which was 15 minutes late.

The To Be Continued.....