CONFESSION STONED
128. I'm His Dad

“Eat again Tin,” pinta Sejah on Tini who just woke up from her sleep. Tini had fallen asleep and woke up twice during her time with Dijah.

“Your food on that table has almost everything I ate. What time is it?” Tini reached into her bag looking for a cell phone. “New 9 hours malem. Oh my... I thought it was through the middle of the mallem. If there is no man it feels like a long time running yes.” Tini again dumped the phone into her bag and stood towards the exit. For a moment he turned his head out and closed the door again.

“Intense handsome,” muttered Tini later.

“Who?” tanya Dijah wonder.

“Doctors who wear the Ijo-ijo uniform. I just saw him coming out of the room next door. Kayak angel handsomenya,” added Tini.

Colored grunting. “All of your men say their handsome is like an angel.”

“Emang yes! Only Gatot is like a demon,” said Tini kalem.

“If you want to go home now it's okay. Worry my mas later datengnya.” Sejah began to pass on Tini who had not even changed clothes from morning.

“Nothing, relax. I eat more snacks can ya?” ask Tini. It seemed like it was just a question of pleasantries, as he directly picked up an apple and started wiping the fruit with a skirt before starting to bite it.

“Eat aja, it was brought by mas-ku from his office buildings. Your sleep is as tired as it is Tin..” He tilted his body to face Tini, who was sitting on his left by crossing his legs and eating an apple.

“I'm really tired of Jah, not a skit. I'm tired of working, so I want to have a husband. I want a man who offers not only love but also treasure. I've been raising gallons of water myself. But going to the fortune teller last week I said I was happy at 40 and up. Yes to menopause. Brash astrologer! Ucasi 20 thousand results of his prediction even ngenakin.” Tini melted the thick skin of an apple from her mouth with a piece of tissue.

“Honey really 20 thousand to the fortune teller. Nyari money half dead, half conscious.” Sejah grumbled to look at Tini.

“Yes, that's the last one. It means to entertain yourself if the prophecy is good. The link was desperate.”

He laughed without a sound. “I've been having a bit of trouble sleeping lately,” said Dijah.

“Hmm... Your illness is like a rich man. In the past neighbors cut the ceramics aja you can sleep ngorok.” Tini snorted while standing towards the trash.

Re-infested chuckles. “Maybe because if it's malem, my nausea is getting worse. Oh my, Tin... This doain is over soon. Kasian mas-ku—”

“Why his mas?” ask Bara who just appeared at the door. The colon immediately turned his head and his eyes rounded happily.

“Yes Tin?” ask Bara to Tini who is standing straight next to the table.

“Enggak—no really. Nothing,” replied Tini grinning. He was weighing a pear and dumped it because he heard Bara's voice.

Bara put a backpack and a bag of clothes instead on the sofa then approached Dijah.

“Udah eat malem, was offered a bath same nurse did not want. I told him not to take a shower either. I slept once this afternoon. Report finished,” said Tini then took her bag. Bara looked at Tini and laughed.

“Makasi. But..” Bara spread his eyes on the table next to the bed. “Yang here earlier, only you are Tin?” ask Bara.

“Iya. It's just me. No men come in here. No one saw that being colonized did not use beha. Why why?” Tini's face looked worried.

“The food is all gone, as there are six guests.” Bara laughed chuckling.

Tini melengos's. “Mas-mu this nyari noisily aja Jah..” Tini. “I'm home yes... Tomorrow's holiday, I want to wash in the morning. Yesterday's laundry was on the clothesline, I went down again. Our dear neighbor, burn the garbage in the afternoon. My clothes are all diasepin. Shucks!” Tini already had her bag and was wearing her high shoes.

“Eh, bring this dong..” Bara held out two bags of fruit from the fridge to Tini.

“For what?” tanya Tini with a pleasantry look.

“To be planted again. Who knows your field during this gardening,” replied Bara back to close the refrigerator.

“Asem. I'm just nanya.”

“To eat dong Tini Suketi... Most of the fruit is here. I don't like apples and pears. Eat him a little bit. That's split to Robin or who, it's up to you.” Bara circled the bed and sat down near the leg of the Colonized.

“Mas Bara likes other fruits for sure. I know...” Tini giggled at the contents of the plastic Bara gave.

“Udah back there, apert kemaleman. I called a taxi in front of the hospital lobby. Just ask the taxi driver, for Miss Tini.”

“Hihi... Miss Tini,” Tini again giggled. “Yes already, I went home first yes Jah—Mas... Don't worry first.” Tini exited the room while being crushed.

Bara sighed and shook his head.

“Mas shower first yes, sultry. At home just stopped by to pick up Dul.” Bara got up to the bag of clothes he was carrying. He pulled out a black tee shirt and light brown knee-length chinos and underwear.

“Dul to where Mas?” tanya Sejah's. “What to..” What if his son was at Bara's parents' house, he thought. It cringes.

“What is not disturbing?” tanya Sejah in a doubtful tone of voice looked at her husband's back.

Bara looked at Dijah. “Believe me yes Darling... Dul must be at home. I also brought her toys. We just wait for dul dentar what is equipped from his eye house.”

Just silence. Biting her lips with her forehead still frowning. Just got into the bathroom and was slowly getting out of bed. He cleaned the lunch box that Bara had brought from home this afternoon. It's over. Tonight he ate Mbok Jum instead of a full menu from the hospital.

His head was a little light and his body was quite powerful assisted by intravenous fluids. With anti-vomiting drugs and antacids that are still consumed, Dijah can insert a little food into his stomach. He stood to set up the table next to the bed. Slowly he shifted the infusion pole towards the patient's dining table to move his full menu tray onto the low table in front of the sofa.

“Kasian..” Mumbles Sewn tidying tray then put a bottle of mineral water and empty glass. Tonight let Bara eat a tray full of nutrition-laden menu.

Feeling his steps slightly unsteady, Sejah hurriedly returned to the top of the bed. It immediately coiled with a tissue that he brought close to the mouth. An acidic sensation was felt rising to the base of his throat.

“Change a shirt...” Bara came out of the bathroom with a small towel on her shoulders. Her curly hair was wet and messy yet combed. The aroma of shampoo and liquid soap one-on-one across the nose Seamed.

Seized looking down at his appearance. I thought so much. Her husband was that handsome but his own appearance was even fussy.

Bara approached Sejah with a negligee in his hand. “Come to the bathroom. Clean up first let the sleep good.” Bara shifted the infusion pole and grabbed his wife's arm.

They shut each other up. Drowning in each other's minds. Bara who is considering whether to tell the news of Fredy and Sejah who is thinking about how Dul who is at his in-laws' house. Dul's nobody there. Not his birth-granddaughter-in-law. How her mother-in-law looked at Dul. I am worried about that.

“Eh, you made up that tray?” tanya Bara looked towards the front desk of the sofa. “Kan Mas can take it yourself,” Bara said. His hands tidied up the location of the infusion pole as the Colonized returned to lie on the bed.

“I've never taken care of Mas again... I'm kasian..” said Dijah.

Bara pulled her lips half-sullenly staring at Dijah. “Iya... Mas kasian huh? So you can stay in bed for a while before eating?” ask Bara. Sejah nodded. Bara then circled the bed and went up lying on the right side of the Colonized. He then slipped his hands behind his wife's neck.

“Sini, use Mas hand pillow for a moment. I want to hug again. Mas kangen's... All day you stay here,” said Bara hugged his wife.

Seized wrapped his left hand which was infused into Bara's waist. “I also miss... That whole day feels like a long time. I thought I was waiting for Mas to pick me up for work.”

“The message is not to be picked up. But it was awaited yes..” Bara said.

“Ya awaited..” sahut Sejah looked up kissing her husband's neck.

“Since when dear Mas?” tanya Bara lowered her chin.

“Honey? At first I even kasian to Mas,” sahut Sejah.

“Ha? Kasian?”

Sejah nodded. “Iya. Cassian. By the way, it's also a kid. Bring food, ask for macakin. Ask to wash the jacket.”

Bara laughed considering the knowledge he had put out to ensnare Dijah. Sejah who easily pity to see others but even he used to pity him.

“Jah, actually this malem Mas want to say something. But Mas want to ask first, do you want to be horrified or enggak.”

“What's the matter? What about—”

Bara nodded slowly. “Iya, about that. That fellow. News that—not good. You want deng—”

Sejah shook his head violently many times. “Enggak—... I don't want—I don't want to. Not—I don't want.” Colored crying. He buried his face in Bara's chest.

I can already imagine the news as bad as anything. Fredy's like a pest in his family. Of all her parents' children, she included failed products. The youngest child who is too pampered and accustomed to his wishes is obeyed. Overwhelmed by the treasures of the old man until he was unaware that in the end he had to stand on his own feet.

Repeatedly dealing with the police because of the persecution of ex-wives, making Fredy increasingly discarded. The great Aib who had eroded almost all the family's possessions in order to get them out of the bui.

And now, poor and wasted Fredy is trying to get rich quick. The colonists expected it. He was grateful never to provide Dul with money that does not clearly belong to the man. And now? Want to deliver the worst news? I could already guess the news.

Shoulders shaking. He could not hold back his tears that came out for Dul. A boy who lives in a society with all complex problems. Where ugly stigmas are more easily attached and remembered. A title that should not be held by a child who does not even know where his fault lies.

“Dul Mas's... Kasian Dul's... What happens if people know?” raung Seized with a muffled voice. “Dul is not wrong. Dul has no wrong. His mistake was only born into this world,” lamented Colonized.

“I'm Dul's father, Colored.” whispered Bara into his wife's ear. “I'm his father. You don't cry. Kasian Dul's sister in dalem.” Bara rubbed his wife's back.

The To Be Continued.....

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