CONFESSION STONED
127. Dads

Bara had just cleaned up all the stationery and folded his laptop that afternoon. Heru came out of the room to call her to come inside. It was about Fredy. Things that still hamper the mind Bara all this time. Her anger and jealousy towards her ex-husband was colonized.

Human things. The always angry Bara remembers what Fredy had done to the Colonized in the past. Shadow about his meeting with the first time.

That day was the first day Bara was in the police station to look for news. He was in another district police station. It was only the first day and he saw a sweet-faced young lady battered.

Not to mention thinking about how the very young colonists had to be bedded with depraved men until they became pregnant. Until death Bara was not willing to remember that. But there's Dul. For all that has happened, Dul is already present in the world.

The past that is etched can no longer be changed. I am aware of that. He can't change it. All he will do is how to make Dul's future better. Fulfilling the boy's memories with good memories.

And now, Bara has to go back and consider the news he just received.

“Ra, do you know the results of Fredy's trial of 18 years in prison? Have you heard from AKBP Heryadi continued his case? Fredy's controlling drugs from inside the prison. He organized the smuggling of ecstasy from China. Not bad, more than a million pills. Threat of death penalty. It is almost a death sentence. Crazy not yet?”

I don't understand what to do. Having an inmate father alone is hard enough to live in the community. Negative stigma is bound to stick. What if someone finds out that Dul's real father is a condemned prisoner?

He needs his father's help again. What he should do. Just shut up, or tell it to the Sejah? Does Dul remember Fredy in his memory? During his marriage to Dijah, he never once dared to tell his wife that he had been to the congregation Fredy.

The choice of keeping Dul away from his biological father was at the top of the list that he would definitely do. But what if Fredy was actually sentenced to death? Didn't Fredy want to see Dul one last time? Bara's fatherly soul appears terrorizing him. Suppose he couldn't see his biological child for the last time was a very painful thing.

“Yah's... What again? Can I ask you a favor?” bara asked that afternoon to Mr. Wirya after talking to Heru.

“Dad is still in the office. Just finished training a new counselor. What's the matter, Ra? Your tone of voice is important.” The calm tone of every speech Mr. Wirya can never make Bara lie or hide something. He was never forced to speak. Everything he said just came out. In an outline explanation alone, the old man knew what his eldest son meant.

“Later night between Dul to home. My mom and dad are going nowhere at the end of Sunday. Sukma also nginep at her in-laws house.”

No need to be asked twice for Bara immediately agree to the words of his father. That night he took Dul and left the boy at his parents' house.

It was almost 11pm when Bara arrived back at the hospital.

*****

“Udah to eat?” ask Mr. Wirya to Dul on the family room sofa.

“Udah, eat the same Mbok Jum at home.” Dul still holds his toy box.

“That's the toy to be helped stacking no?” tanya Pak Wirya pointed at the toy box in Dul's arms.

Dul seemed to wake up then looked down at the object in his arms and nodded.

“This if arranged into a helicopter. But surely mengusunnya long.” mumbled Dul pull the tip of insulation that is still attached to the cardboard cover of the toy.

“If the arrangement is equally certain for a while,” said Mr. Wirya.

“But if quickly finished, the toy runs out.”

“Ya buy again. Who bought it?” asked Mr. Wirya to look at Dul's face who looked down to open the toy packaging.

“Dad,” answer.

“From dad apparently. Yes later if you ask to buy again,” said Mr. Wirya.

“Do not often. Said mom, dad came home malem keep looking for money.” Dul has managed to open the box and remove the plastic containing small pieces of blocks that will be arranged. “This is an example of the helicopter image. This is how Kung...” Dul thrusts a piece of clue paper at Mr. Wirya.

“Wah the toy is like this as it turns out. Your father used to have no toys like this.” Mr. Wirya lowered his glasses to look at the paper closer.

The sound of doors opening and closing. Bu Yanti steps straight towards the living room and appears standing behind the sofa shortly after.

“Udah malem Well, don't play it now. Little children should sleep sparingly,” said Bu Yanti to Mr. Wirya who looked up at his wife.

“Children's growth during sleep. Cannot sleep late in the mallem,” said Bu Yanti. “Have your feet washed? Soon sleep,” asked Bu Yanti on Dul.

“Not yet Uti. I wash my feet first,” said Dul then stood up and ran small towards the bathroom in the dining room. Bu Yanti walked after the boy. Mr. Wirya just accompanied his wife with a look.

Before long Dul had arrived back sitting on the sofa as if waiting for something. His legs were stretched out neatly and the boy looked at his fingernails. Dul lifted one leg and rubbed the soles of his feet many times.

“Why?” ask Mr. Wirya. “Which way?” Wirya looked for his wife.

“Uti fetching nail clasp. Uti kukuku said it's long as an eagle.” Dul looked back at his nails. Mr. Wirya grimaced.

Bu Yanti appeared with a box of simple manicure equipment she had. Mr. Wirya again lowered his head to pursue the image of the example of the helicopter to be assembled.

“Mother Dul how long has it been in the hospital?” asked Bu Yanti as she sat to the right of Dul.

Dul looked up thinking. “Udah long. May 6 days.” His gaze led to Bu Yanti who was researching her fingers.

“This pantes has long nails. Bara also did not pay attention,” a sigh of Bu Yanti slowly which clearly sounded to Mr. Wirya's ear. The old man listened silently to his wife. “Have to be always clean. If it is a little long, immediately ask for scissors yes.” said Bu Yanti began clamping Dul's nails on his lap with a sheet of tissue.

“Iya. I'll say that the nails are long. Now mom's sick. Dad's busy.” Dul's eyes could not be separated looking at the agility of Bu Yanti's hand to clean her nails.

“Madunya already purchased?” ask Bu Yanti.

“Udah. Father who bought.”

“So as long as there is no mother playing the same who at home?” tanya Bu Yanti glanced at the face of Dul who was watching his fingernails.

“Sama Mbok. Playing alone in the room. Not yet in school. Father said, next month I've SD.”

“Hmmm. What's his father's name?” tanya Bu Yanti examined Dul's face.

“Father Bara,” Reply Dul.

“Who is this?” tanya Bu Yanti looked up at Dul while holding his chest.

“Uti. His mother father.”

“Hmm... That it? Who else pretends to be busy learning to assemble whose toys?” ask Bu Yanti again.

Wirya half laughed and looked at his wife.

“That's Akung. His father's father's ember.” Dul turned his head to his left to look at Mr. Wirya.

“Well, who are you?” ask Bu Yanti.

“Dul, son father.” Dul answered while putting his left hand into Bu Yanti's lap in place of the right hand fingers that had been cleaned.

“Wah... Awesome Bara..” muttered Bu Yanti. “Dad's son turns.”

“You are also great Mom... If you weren't great, Dul wouldn't say that. Bara great, because it has a great mother.” Mr. Wirya again examined the sheet of paper that he had been holding since.

Bu Yanti sneered while continuing to cut off Dul's toenails.

The To Be Continued.....

Chapter 127 is directly extended to 128

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