CONFESSION STONED
110. Sesumbar Friend

Bara ran in the hallway to the elevator to go directly to the restaurant located in the lobby.

The breakfast of the seminar participants is only until 8 am. The rest of them had to go into the room. Arriving at the door of the restaurant, Bara mentions the company name and the hotel employee nods to let him in.

“Udah late 20 minutes. Breakfast is done.” He looked at the clock on his left wrist.

“Yes, come on in. Sorry,” said Bara who is still standing.

“Do not want to ngeteh first you? We wait, hunted.” Heru glanced at Bayu who was nodding.

“Kalo ngeteh. I made tea with my wife. Yes, to the room directly. It's late, isn't it?” Bara grimaced staring at Heru

“Yakin?” ask Heru. “That eating bread can still be,” Heru said loosening up a bit of his scolding.

“Udah is okay, come.” I walked out of the restaurant.

“Morning anyway ..” said Heru half whispered to Bara. As he managed to equal Bara's steps in front of him.

“Yesterday he fell asleep,” Bara replied also in a whisper.

“Next ajalah ..” connect Heru.

“Kasian. Uh how was it discussed?” Bara looked at the laughing Heru. Bayu looked at them in turn.

“What's the hell?” ask Bayu in front of the hall door.

“Do not follow. Belom your area,” said Heru laughed massaging the shoulders of the pouty Bayu.

Bara sits between Heru and Bayu. In front of it lies an agenda along with stationery, mineral water, snack boxes as well as boards bearing the name and origin of the company. The MCs had opened the show when they arrived. Bara, who is still reminded of the cause of his delay, took a cell phone to want to say romantic words for his wife.

Still with a pinched smile, he scrolled the phone screen towards the messaging app. For a moment his eyes pounded on the name ‘Joana Dosen’ which no longer displays the number of unread messages. And when his finger tapped on the message, his knee felt limp. Sejah had replied to all of Joana's messages at 4 this morning. The reply was with just one message. But Bara could already imagine how his wife's face would look when she typed the message.

Bara lifted her gaze from the mobile screen. He turned to the MC who was still reading the order and order of the seminar. Heru was diligently concentrating his two elbows on the table. Bayu was seen listing something on his agenda.

He looked back at his phone. He read all of Joana's messages that his wife must have read by now. It cringes. It did not feel like his left hand was raised to massage his forehead. It was still morning, and he had to guess what the Sejah felt as he read all those messages. He recalled the attitude of the Devils this morning. That woman is ordinary. That only changed ... Bara rounded his eyes. That hot, wild morning because his wife was jealous? Jealous but even spoiled it? Bara bit her lower lip to hold back a smile.

“Ehem!” Heru cleared his throat glancing at his cousin's sister who had since returned to look like an ABG in love. With just one glance, Heru can make sure this morning must be very extraordinary for Bara.

“Sorry, briefly—” Bara again turned his attention to the phone and typed a message for his wife.

‘You were so excited earlier, I like it. More love with his mother Dul.’ Then press the send button.

Finished sending the message, Bara turned to Heru and grimaced back. Despite saying such adorable things to Dijah, his heart was a little restless. The message that Sejah delivered to Joana has been read. The woman's lecturer seemed to choose silence. And Bara hopes that Joana won't contact him if it's not really important. The house hasn't been a month. Still very young. He worried about the emotional state of the Sejah who looked relaxed but sometimes kept something he had not understood.

*****

“Don't go over there, Kelen! In that I looked!” mak Robin shouted from the pool. He was watching Robin and Dul swimming.

“There we are Mak, relax aja.” Boy swims on the side of a deep pool that borders the wall with a child's pool.

“How can I relax. Can't believe I'm the same guy.”

“Mbak Colored swimming champion yes ... Not surprisingly,” said Asti who was holding on to the pool wall with Tini who was next to him.

“Dijah was born in the river,” said Tini whose fate is the same as Asti. Neither can swim. But even so, his appearance in the pool was like a professional. With sunglasses that have not been separated from his face since.

“Sor this guy is swimming. Usually the Robin has no friends,” said Mak Robin.

“Bikin sister to Robin,” said Boy who hung his hands on the pool divider wall.

“What's not weird? Later diiat people grannies kok bunting?” tini said lazily.

“Please you immerse his head into the water Boy!” pinta Mak Robin is upset at Tini's words.

“Who is bunting?” tanya Sejah who just finished swimming freestyle one lap.

“No. Mbak Sejah must have been followed by a sister for Dul.” Asti spoke while patting the water in front of him.

Just silence. No one knows about the complicated life he lived in the past.

“Mak Robin isn't pregnant anymore?” tanya Sejah to Mak Robin who that morning wearing shorts and a tee shirt.

“I KB!” answer to Robin.

“KB what?” tanya Sejah's.

“KB support! (kick)” sahut Mak Robin. “Kalo already grinned the father of the Robin I look, I show (kuntendangkan) lah he.” Mak Robin put on a calm face.

“Kalo three times a week, means three times kicked? A month so it goes, could die your husband.” Tini still lounging soaking in the pool.

“Ke yuk beach! Sand play,” invite Boy. “Come Tin! Rather than just soak in here. Can stretch you even more.” Boy headed for the pool stairs and rushed up.

Before long, they had all been running around on the edge of the white sandy beach. The clear sky, the small waves and the blowing wind made their mornings feel completely different. Away from the hustle and bustle of dangdut music and neighborly shouts.

“In the meantime you also have a mas carrying a camera. Patience ..” Tini who was wearing a swimsuit lay face down in the sand. Nearby, Dijah and Mak Robin were sitting playing sand with the two boys.

Asti and Boy were busy taking pictures, then came and threw bodies near them. Boy lying next to Tini. The back faces the sky with the ends of his feet that are occasionally touched by small waves.

“I'm kangen my mother. Kangen home,” said Boy looked up.

“Rome,” reply Tini.

“Still with my father. Keinget the last time I was rumored just for asking for business capital assistance. I said pinjem. Later returned. Mr. kayak choose kasih. If my mas need anything directly packed. Alesannya already have children so more need.”

“How much is it?” ask Tini.

“A little, I want to trade in front of the mini market. Request 4 million that time.”

“Neg. Request a home certificate,” sahut Tini. Then he rolled back in the sand.

“Your husband got sand and kayak onde-onde Tin!” hatch Boy. Tini scooped up a handful of sand then sprinkled the sand over her chest.

“I want to miss, but I don't know who. My parents are not kangen either. The first man I ever fought until bleeding, could only leave blood.” Tini lying next to Boy looked up at the sky.

“Sisa blood on the sheets means?” ask Boy. Tini nodded.

“Quickly you buckle up,” added Mak Robin.

“Because I thought that man could make home. He makes me comfortable,” said Tini.

“But apparently he's a conch, right? He kept his house. Where you want to stay ... Ckckck” Mak Robin clucked to shake her head.

“How can you feel coming home? If what you call the house can move?” tanya Sejah to Tini.

“Never make a person a home, because the house must be static while the human is dynamic.” Asti spoke up using his knowledge.

“Maybe not always in the form of a house building, but we all need a place to go home. It could be like somewhere or someone or a cat, it might be a dog and whatever it is that makes us able to share difficult and beautiful things without feeling burdened again. To me that means a house.” Mak Robin, who is anti-KPR installments, added his opinion.

“At the end of the day, the house can be anything. During that time our body goes home, and the heart feels roomy, the slingshot. That means home for us.” Boy drew the conclusion from their moderately fruitful conversation early in the morning towards that afternoon.

“The man was my first love. Maybe he forgot. Before she was as far as the sun, we had one bathroom.” Tini was very melancholy that morning.

“Washing hands together means?” tanya Sejah's.

“Do not spoil the atmosphere of Jah,” reprimand Tini. Colonized giggling.

“Later also definitely met the right man,” said Dijah later.

“Now I like one man. But ..” Tini's word hangs.

“During the yellow janur has not curved, meaning there is still hope.” Boy doesn't seem to understand who Tini's man is.

“What's a janur not yet curved? Baby diapers are also hanging. Delete that thought!” sergeant Colored on Tini. He who is still hot about Joana's messages so he poured his frustration.

Tini chuckled at the words of the Sejah. He then turned to face his friend.

“Is it good huh Jah?” ask Tini.

“Nak Tin! A good kiss. Wake up something that can be held-held,” replied Colored quickly.

“Not about it shucks! About no companion temen, temen chat. Good things I know too!” Tini threw a handful of sand towards the laughing Dijah. He then lay back to the sky with his swimsuit, stretching out his legs.

“I'm telling the truth. My mas is delicious. You must have been shadowing the other one. Hence directly ilang feeling same si Yudi.” He laughed again.

“Cangkemu Jah!” tini Aspir.

“Same taste buds are thick mustaches like Adam Suseno's mas. Now his taste is long sideburns like Bung Rhoma,” ledek Sejah again.

Suddenly ....

“My neighbor looks like Bung Rhoma not Ra?” Heru's voice suddenly appeared behind them.

“Mampus kelen!” mak Robin looked back. “Put the face of the rabbit into the sand!” pinta Mak Robin on Sejah and Tini who have not dared to look back.

Lunch time has arrived. Seminar participants get a break for one hour. Heru who felt no activity, managed to intel Bara who was looking for his wife's child.

The To Be Continued.....