CONFESSION STONED
144. Sirnya Smile

Bara really did not dare to touch Dijah as long as his wife turned her back and tried to sleep. And one night, the real he can't sleep. After getting a good look at her, she tried to grab the woman's shoulder to turn to face her. Sejah move and stretch for a moment then turn around. The ember immediately pulled his hand quickly as if it had accidentally touched a hot pot.

Slowly he straightened his wife's hair. As the Sejah shifted and his hand searched the folds of the bed cover to put beside his stomach as a wedge, Bara thrust it into the woman's hand. He doesn't want to wake up. His wife restrained her sleepiness to wait for him to come home.

Now Bara feels guilty. Being pregnant and more sensitive. He should be able to understand the Sejah who never asked him anything if not asked. He wants his attention. Wanted to be asked. Bara re-tidied the hair Sutured slowly. Look at his wife's face. His hand moved wanting to straighten out the location of the Seized pillow but then his hand touched something. Bara took out a bottle of eucalyptus oil from behind his wife's pillow.

He got up and looked at the thing in his hand. His eyes were stunned for a moment. “Yeah... since when did you wear this Jah? What is pegel?” Bara turned to face Sejah who was soundly carried by the yellow dimmer of their room.

Bara lowered his head to sniff his face, neck, hands and stopped at his wife's calf. The aroma of eucalyptus oil was smelled from the calves and legs. He then opened the lid of the eucalyptus oil bottle and then applied it to the calf and the soles of his wife's feet. The squirming colon slightly pulled his leg. He then opened his eyes to see Bara who was sitting cross-legged holding one of his legs.

With a raucous voice, Dijah spoke. “Mas sleep... have been tired all day,” said Sejah with a voice that then sank. It was like half-leir.

“Mafin Mas's... Mas wrong too focused cooperation until Mas forget that you always need Mas. I love you, I'm sorry that I can't be a real husband. Don't sulk for long... They are also in the learning stage. Learn to be the head of the household. So a good husband and father. Maafin... You're cramping again huh? Which was? Let Mas massage..” says Bara.

“Nothing. Mas just sleep,” sahut Sejah then back to sleep.

However, Bara still can not sleep. Like the nights when he waited for certainty about being colonized in the Safe House, he could never sleep. His days were turned upside down. And now, she quickly got into her wedding comfort zone. Bara quickly assumed everything was fine and the Colonized must have understood it.

The rest of the night he spent massaging his wife's legs. Seized feet are swollen, he thought. He who insisted wanted to be given a child as soon as possible, but instead ignored the small but very meaningful things for his wife.

“Maafin Mas..” Omit Bara again. “Mas love you Colored...” Bara then held his wife in his arms and his eyes were already heating up.

In Bara's mind many times came to the matter of the Dijah who was dumbstruck waiting for him to return home until late at night. His legs were cramping and his wife was massaging her own legs. Want to remind about the promised baby shoes and boxes, but expect her husband sensitive to remember. I'm sure I'll have dinner as usual. His wife would eat dinner a second time but waited for him to come home to eat together. Waves of guilt felt increasingly squeezed his chest.

That day I was tired. He was tired. A day to and fro and then just returned to the office by late afternoon. Bara wanted to go home early but the work he brought from outside had to be done in the office. Tomorrow too early in the morning he has to return to finish what the advertiser asked for.

In his efforts to become a head of household and a good husband, Bara also wants to prove that he is able to cultivate his family company. The company is not a big company. He and Heru are determined to make the changes they have agreed upon. Bara swallowed with great difficulty. His chin was at the top of his wife's head.

Maybe this is what his father used to say. Women do not need a perfect man, but a man who understands himself. And his mother had reminded him many times about the wisdom he needed in sorting out priorities. Marriage is his will. What would his mother say if she knew he was making such a fuss with his wife.

I was too tired and thought too much that night. He didn't know what time he was asleep but when he woke up he didn't see Sejah by his side. Bara quickly bathed and dressed and headed for the dining room. He prepared his breakfast as usual. Dul sat in his chair already complete with the SD uniform and put the last piece of bread in his mouth.

“Daddy is late,” Bara told Dul. He glanced at Dijah who was standing next to Dul stuffing the supply box into a small bag.

“Who anted me today?” tanya Dul looked up at her mother.

“Mbah aja, mom tired.” Mbah who was concocting vegetables said from the kitchen table.

“Nothing, I'm Mbok. Many roads, let easy lahiran.” He said it was ordinary. But Bara felt stifled. They are really counting the days now. Soon Bara will name his daughter with a name that he has prepared in advance.

“Jah, later tonight Mas—”

“Mas bring a key. I'm going to bed early. Now the day cannot sleep. So I want to sleep cepet let the body wake up more seger.” The colonized thrusting a lock as usual kept in a bag.

Bara was stunned to stare at the key on the dining table that had just been thrust into her. His stomach suddenly felt full. He promised to go home early that day. His heart was disappointed. He spent the toast his wife had prepared and drank a cup of tea.

After saying goodbye to Dul and kissing Sejah's cold lips in front of the garage door, Bara turns on his red motorbike. It's still morning. All the employees will be outside the office clutching chicken porridge carts and vegetable crab carts. The red motor has been unused for too long.

“Weiits... Hartaaa Tahtaaa Dijaaah.” exclaimed Bayu who stood near the chicken porridge cart. Several pairs of eyes immediately turned to the origin of Bayu's screeches.

Bara arrived at his office with a red motorbike and his helmet.

Some women stood waiting for the vegetable ketupat cart to the right of the office. Nia included. The girl accompanied her friend to buy breakfast.

Bara stopped his motorbike on the left side of the wagon to greet Bayu.

“Mas Bara with his legendary motorbike back to fill the parking lot after a long vacuum,” exclaimed Bayu who also just arrived. The man was still wearing his backpack and in line with the chicken porridge. “Still being kept well sticker.” Bayu patted the large motor tank where the flashy sticker was located.

“Memories of the courtship era,” said Bara from behind his helmet.

“Wih Mr. Bara, apparently follow the trend soan.” Nia's friend said that while slowly elbowing Nia next to him.

Bara laughs. “Parking cave first yes,” Bara said to Bayu.

“OK—”

Bara had just launched his motorbike when suddenly Nia said, “ Yes sir, parking lot game. I brought a lot of desserts. I wait in dalem yes..”.

Bara stopped his bike and turned to Nia. His voice turned serious. “Concidentally, I have something to say to you.”

The smile on Nia's face faded. Bara looks so serious and somehow it scares him. He was sure that the thing that one of the superiors in the office would say was not about work.

Bara got into the room and put his backpack on the table. He looked out and looked for Nia. After finding Nia's figure whispering with her friend at one of the empty tables, Bara called out to her.

“Nia! Can you come to my room for a minute?”

Nia immediately looked up and nodded slowly. He walked up to Bara's open room and entered after knocking twice as a formality.

“Ink,” says Bara. “Eh, you said bring a lot of desserts to share with me. Where?” ask Bara.

“Pak Bara want? I'll take it a moment.” Nia did not look at Bara anymore. He went straight to the table where he used to sit and took out two boxes of food.

In less than five minutes, Nia had arranged two types of dessert on Bara's desk. The girl opened the box and put a plastic cutlery inside the box. Anyway, just eat. Her Dessert is really pretty. Bara sees Nia like a girl who approaches her classmates. Bara pulled a trivial smile and shook his head slowly.

Bara looked up at Nia who stood up throwing a very sweet smile in front of her desk. He then circled the table and picked up the extension phone plane and dialed two numbers.

“Ke here you,” pinta Bara on someone. Nia was still waiting. “For a while yes..” said Bara.

Dona knocked on the door and entered in a hurry. “Ya Mas? Call me?”

“Iya. Okay.. just go straight. Begini—Nia's chat... It's Maradona. It can be called Mas. Mas this is one of the guys in the criminal division.” Bara raised his eyebrows to check if Nia was listening to his words. After the woman nodded, Bara resumed.

“From now on, any affairs please contact Mas Dona. About whatever it is. Including the food you want to share with all your friends here. Call this Dona Mas. As for the campus business, please contact Retno. Okay well? So not to me directly yes... Not to me, not to Mr. Heru. Enough to this Mas Dona, or Ma'am Retno. How's Nia? You know?” It was like dictating to a boy. Nia nodded. His voice turned serious. His smile vanished.

“That's it Mas?” ask Dona.

Bara nodded. “Eh yes, this was brought by all of you.” Bara lifts all the dessert boxes from the top of his desk and hands them to Dona.

“If it's done, I'll excuse you sir..” said Nia.

“Oh yes—iya... Duh,” tukas Bara without looking. It pulls two sheets of tissue to wipe away the little cream left on the table.

By midday, Bara had finished his most important work. He checked his phone dozens of times. See if Sejah sends the message as usual. But until two o'clock in the afternoon, Dijah budged.

Bara started to mess around. He scooped up all the files on his desk and went to Heru's room.

“Nih, I've done the most important work. The rest tomorrow. I'm not concerned anymore. Want to go home,” said Bara.

“Why?” tanya Heru turned her cousin's messy face. “Hmm... I know, go home! Sampein sorry to be Sejah because I have made her husband overtime continue.” Heru felt he had experienced exactly what Bara was experiencing.

“Sampein itself gih,” said Bara turned to leave Heru.

“When? We're still busy. Tomorrow you must enter Ra... Later in the afternoon I will come back to bring new work.” Heru exclaimed from behind Bara's back.

“Iya—iya.... Tomorrow I'll go to work. But I brought a wife. Don't be surprised,” Bara said.

The To Be Continued.....