CONFESSION STONED
11. Kok Upset

Don't forget dilike yes, though,

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From morning to afternoon, he was busy with Mbok Jum in the landfill. They got so much mineral water plastic glass leftover from the garbage of a luxury house that seemed to have finished holding a celebration.

With a carefree face Mbok Jum put all their income that day and yesterday into two plastic sacks to be transported to the mop.

"Who carried Jah?" ask Mbok Jum.

"I'm calling Mbok, this is heavy. Usually if they take a lot of them." Sejah pulled out his tiny, rubber-bound phone.

A while talking on the phone, Sejah smiled in satisfaction. One of the workers there could pick up the proceeds of their levy that day.

"Where are you going from here?" ask Mbok Jum.

"Today's money is good, we share two yes Mbok. I'm gonna buy some chicken nuggets for Dul. Tomorrow he's performing art surely all the children bring good supplies. I can't go, so I have to send money to my father." The colonists looked at some scavengers who were also scavenging for rubbish on the mound.

"Say to your father, if the money is not made chess gambling. It's a little bit but your father cook does not know that his son is beautiful so scavenger ngasi he ate. I'm not ashamed of your father." Mbok Jum who already understands how the two parents of the Colonized are often upset to nag about the lazy father of the Sejah since from the womb.

The obedient Sejah Mother did not dare to oppose her father in the first place. Especially since the pain. His mother only received gifts from her children. Sejah who hung the fate of Dul's shuttle to his father could not do much if he found the old man sitting in a stall to gamble.

"Udah often I say, but now it has been quite reduced Mbok. That's the fate of Mbok... Too much I have to cry until my tears are confused as to which one to cry first." Colored laughing.

"Your fate Jah" muttered Mbok Jum.

"Yes, fate. I can't be born into a family like anything. Same as Dul," sahut Sejah.

A young man riding on a motorcycle came up to them with a hanging iron scale. Their income that day was totaled 110 thousand rupiah. Mbok Jum smiled as Dijah handed the woman 55 thousand in five thousand dollars.

"I'm a little Jah, 30 thousand aja. You're more tired." Mbok Jum took the amount of money he intended and thrust the rest into Dijah.

"Now, is that Mbok? Just this, to buy honey. Let's make Mbok's husband more seger." Sejah stuffed money into the hands of Mbok Jum who was still staring at the money sheet in his hand.

"Not to be moved, it will cry again. Eat time. I'll go back first. It's really noon, want to finish Dul's equipment for tomorrow." Sejah cleaned his equipment then rubbed Mbok Jum's back before leaving.

"Tomorrow come along Jah," cried Mbok Jum. It's okay to eat once a day. For him, the arrival of Sejah is not only as someone who often gives him this - it is, but more on a interlocutor.

Before arriving home, Dijah stopped by the stall to buy a kilo of rice, a few packs of instant noodles and a handful of onions and chili for his depleted supply.

Before shopping earlier, Dijah straightened out his intention to buy two kilos of rice, 4 packs of instant noodles and a handful of onions and chili is indeed pure as a supply at home. Not to entertain Bara if the man came back to ask for food.

After cleaning his body and having a rough lunch, Dijah is now in the city transport to his parents' house.

Tomorrow he must join Tini for an interview at the office of cigarette brands who seek SPG services. Dul's art show coincides with tomorrow too, he must ask his father to replace dropping off and waiting for the Kindergarten boy.

Dul would want and understand with his busy looking for money to connect their lives. Before leaving for his parents' house, Dijah bought a pack of chicken nuggets as a luxury stock Dul in a mini market opposite Polsek.

"Sir, tomorrow Dul performing arts event from his Kindergarten. He's playing drums. Join the marching band. I can't because of a new job interview tomorrow. Can you please, right?" tanya Sejah to her father who was sitting on a plastic bench in front of the house.

"Gollow at school at 8 a.m. Don't be late, sir. Later from school take a rame-rame bus."

"What's the bus?"

"Everything is paid yearly. So tomorrow just bring his son. Don't be late sir, Kasian Dul. It's only once a year." He then entered the nugget of chicken that he bought.

"Mom, here's a chicken nugget tomorrow for help frying for Dul. The place of this rice," said Dijah while pointing to a supply place from a fried chicken restaurant. That's Dul's best stock spot.

"Bring rice with nuggets?" ask mom Sejah.

"If tomorrow a passing baker can be bought all for Dul Bu, three aja. This is the money I'm keeping. Tomorrow the rest will be with me, ma'am. Who knows at the Dul event venue there are asking for snacks or asking to buy toys." He handed over a lump of money amounting to 30 thousand to his mother.

"Have you slept for a long time?" tanya Sejah looked at her son who was asleep in front of the television.

"New, probably tired of playing outside this afternoon."

"Want me to buy something?" ask Dijah to his mother. He was sorry to see his mother's pale face was not healthy but was still in the kitchen trying to cook dinner.

"No, you go home there. Don't stay here long, Fredy's coming. I haven't fussed for a long time and I'm worried. I don't want you to get beaten up again like that crazy guy. Tomorrow Dul must be leaving. Masakin's mother. You must also be tired all day looking for money constantly." Sejah's mother looked at her son with a grim look. She was very sad not to be able to help much to lighten the burden of her daughter.

Hearing Fredy's name mentioned, Sejah shuddered slightly. He quickly left his parents' house. Right his mother said. Fredy hasn't been there in a long time. Sejah rushed to leave his alley in a hurry. He did not even have time to say goodbye to Dul who was sleeping soundly.

While standing waiting for the transport in front of the Policek, Sejah was like a magnet pulled for a slight peek into the courtyard where he and Bara first met.

His eyes, now familiar with Bara's appearance, immediately caught the man standing next to a car and talking to the female figure behind the wheel.

Sejah recalled that the woman was a woman who shouted the name Bara from the side of the road.

Maybe it was Bara's girlfriend he thought. So why did Bara kiss her last night? Sejah could not resist his negative thoughts about the man. He also again could not stop not to demean himself.

His heart was a little piqued, he liked Bara. In such a short time it was impossible not to like the handsome man who paid attention to him.

Moreover, the attitude of Bara who was so flexible and supple as he had known him for years made Dijah quickly feel comfortable with the man.

Now he's the one who should be able to put himself. Want to give a limit, or just enjoy something that he really wants to feel long ago. The warmth of a man she likes.

Seized would still turn his face away when Bara suddenly turned to the street and found him staring.

For a few moments they looked at each other, then realized and threw his face away. It is not polite and not important that he observes the figure of a couple who is busy talking.

His city's transit number passed and quickly Sejah stopped him. The freight was full of people, and the empty seats were only left at the mouth of the angkot door.

Holding on to the angkot door, Sejah passed from there while throwing a sharp look at Bara.

Bara accompanied Dijah's departure by hanging the angkot with an annoyed look. I don't know what Bara regretted, Sejah also doesn't know.

The To Be Continued.....