CONFESSION STONED
14. Little Sentiment

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"Must be SPG huh Jah?" ask Bara.

"Yes" replied Dijah.

"How long?" ask Bara.

"You don't know, tomorrow's the interview. If accepted work starts next week," said Dijah.

"It's not acceptable?"

"I worked in a cafe for a while." Sejah looked back at his butut phone.

"And I still need to go to you, I still have a lot to ask."

"There's still time until the end of Sunday, right? Cook until the end of Sunday is also not finished-finish who want to be asked," said Dijah.

Yes, too, thought Bara. One Sunday he could not finish his interview with Dijah. The thesis material alone is about to be completed actually. Yesterday he re-entered a new chapter to his lecturer. Joana makes the thesis process easier on campus.

A thesis alone does not seem enough if he constantly uses it as an excuse.

Bara was confused about what else to say to Dijah. To ban it is not as if he has not been entitled. On what basis he thought. Colored a little bit the same as it seems, free. No one can ban it. If it is forbidden, there must be a good reason.

That night Bara came home happy and cold. The jacket is still clean and just used earlier, he was forced to leave it to be washed as an excuse.

Bara smiled, Colored wants to be with him. Still with a smile behind his helmet, Bara clenched, raised and glanced at his right hand.

The right hand that had touched a bit of the chest was directly colonized. The shadow of erotic romanticism with the Colonized could not be avoided quietly entered and poisoned the brains of the virgin.

But there is a bit of a wedge about the Sejah that he imagines will wear a tight mini skirt with stockings wrapped around his legs. Bara did not like and was curious about the appearance of the colonized later. How to look Colored as SPG cigarettes are always attached with a sexy image.

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Tini came out of her room after her hand hurt from knocking on the door of the room until it almost collapsed.

Tini was still yawning leaning against the door frame, with a tank top and an original strapped sheath. His red hair was like a lion. Sejah imagines Tini now is indeed like a lion who just came out of the cage.

"Tin, where's the office address? I'm going alone. Who's meeting you there?" tanya Dijah who that morning wore a knee-length black skirt and a white shirt tucked neatly into her skirt.

It was the only proposed uniform belonging to the Colonized. Every time he would move companies, he would re-issue the uniform to wear.

Colored Hair is neatly sewn and combed. Her face was covered in a skin-colored powder and her lips were polished with a thin pink lipstick. A pair of black shoes with a height of 5 inches wrapped his feet.

Tini observes the Colonized from top to bottom.

"You want to be an employee of the restaurant" said Tini.

"Beyond? I have no other clothes, this. Yes it's okay. If they get it, they'll be in uniform. Yes, who should I meet? I want to wriggle Dul to the house, from the morning my father phone on the phone there is no answer. Dul today's the art scene." He asked impatiently to Tini.

"That's your call there?" tanya Dijah hesitated. He was worried that asking about Tini by including the word plump would even complicate it.

"Yes yes! You think I got a job because I'm a pinter? Yes, not Jah! Because I'm curvaceous. You go, I go in first. That's my Mas still sleeping in the dalem. Who knows, I'd like to swipe him first." Tini then closed the door again.

Sejah hurriedly walked to the front of the alley and stopped the transport to go directly to his parents' house. It was almost 8 am, Dul and his father should have gone to Kindergarten the boy.

Had been a little relaxed when cooking and bathing. But when he repeatedly called his father there was no reply, Sejah became a little worried. The smell of light and fresh splash cologne that he wore earlier is now slightly lost due to the crush of the body of fellow passengers in angkot.

25 Minutes later the colonists arrived across the Polsek and hurriedly crossed the highway. Her steps were rushed and slightly tripped because of the narrow skirt and the unusual height of the shoes she wore.

Up in front of his house, his heart felt melted. Dul sat on a stone still complete with a uniform and bag along with a supply place outside the fence of his house.

From inside the house came the voice of his mother who was nagging.

"You're still here? Not going to go? Why?" He was squatting near his son's feet.

"Bah lanang woke up late in the morning. It's still built Mbah wedok. I was ready to shower and wear clothes. Ma'am lanang came home almost morning from the stall, was built he said later on. I'm late, ma'am, my friends must have left on the bus." Dul looked down at the rice box that was on his lap. The boy's tears fell upon his bed.

"Geez, where else would my life be made my own father." Colored up and pushing the wooden fence.

"Sir...!" call Colored. His heart felt like it was pierced to see his unloved son in his own parents' home.

Not yet at the door of his house, the father called Dijah appeared.

"Do you think so, sir? I have a message for help to bring my son. I rarely ask my father for help. Didn't you see he woke up from the morning to attend his school? I want a new job interview to go eat my son. I never asked for it with my father. I don't ask for money, I can find it myself. Just ask me to take care of my son if I'm not around. It is because of Dad too. You're not kasian?" Sejah is still standing in front of the door facing his father who put on a dazed face.

"I overslept Jah" replied his father lightly.

"Sleeping from coming home from the stall almost in the morning. How do you want to live? My life is like this, sir. My son should not be like me either. Just take her to school, I'll find the cost. I'm not tired, hot, I have nothing. Its nothing. All for Dul."

"Well, where is it now?" Mr. Dijah asked back.

Sejah stomping his feet, his tears began to drip due to annoyance and heartache with the attitude of his own parents who judged trivial to his son's life.

"Well, I want to go to an interview. Sir, I'm tired. You don't know where I'm tired of." Sobbed. Tears have partially removed the powder. He looked down and wiped his face so many times that he did not realize since a man was sitting on a big motorbike waiting for him to finish talking.

"Well!" call Bara. "Sorry to come along, worried that Dul is getting late. Where's the show? I'm the one with Dul."

Sejah looked back and found Dul was riding on a Bara motorbike.

"Eh? How about later..." He looked at his father and Bara alternated.

"Udah?" ask Bara to Dul. "Where's the show?" ask the man again to Dul.

"In the tourist park Om," replied Dul.

"Yes, we're going straight there. You went to the office yourself. Excuse me sir.." said Bara then turned his motorbike and passed leaving the still flabbergasted Dijah.

The To Be Continued.....