CONFESSION STONED
16. Tenar Tini

Although Corona hit,

lebaran is coming soon.

Don't forget the like, yeah,

alas Bara :*

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Seized looking at the departure of Dul who wrapped both his hands around Bara's waist. Colored shame. But on the other hand he was very relieved to see Dul could leave on time.

"Who's the one who didn't dul?" asked Mr. Dijah who also observed the departure of Dul just now.

"My lady. Why the hell?" tanya Dijah was a little annoyed at thinking her father would thank her and felt a little sorry about not being able to drive her granddaughter.

"You don't carelessly deket the same man Jah, later if Fredy knows it can run out all of us. The man can also die beaten," said Mr. Disjah.

"If my friend had done anything, I would have killed Fredy myself. Let us both kill. Let's finish the story. Anyway, I take care of my son. No more taking care of my life. I have nothing else but Dul. I was unfortunate enough that his fate was born into this world can parents who can not justify him a decent life. That bad luck should be enough to reach me, sir, my son, don't." After saying that he left his yard and went out of the fence by slamming it.

Adult humans with already formed characters are difficult to change, thought Sejah. His father always used the tomato cycle. Just a minute, a minute.

True said his teacher first, that the whole system of the human body however healthy will not be useful if a lump of his heart 'sick'.

Sejah immediately climbed an angkot to the cigarette company office where Tini now works. And upon arrival there, it turns out that Tini did not make any mention of his name in that place.

The company's Operations Manager was immediately friendly on Sejah as he uttered the keyword 'friend of Tini Montok'.

"Where are you Tini's friends?" asked Mr. Heri when observing Styled.

"Friends one boarding sir," replied Sejah.

"There's no trouble coming home late, right?"

"No sir," said Seized.

"Okay, then-this is the uniform." Mr. Heri took a red paper bag from under the table and handed it to Dijah.

"In a week, 3x only. From Thursday night to Saturday night. It's up to you to dress where. From home or dress in the office. It had a full paper bag, except for the shoes. If you can buy black shoes that are at least 7 Senti ya."

Hearing Mr. Heri's words, Dijah nodded his head in understanding. It was just a pair of high shoes, he thought. After returning from the office he intended to stop by the thrift market to look for high-quality shoes at a much cheaper price.

"Every weekday, what time does it arrive, sir?"

"At 5pm at the most. Because after the SPG gathered, at 6 pm all must have departed with their respective leaders. You can start this Saturday so you can train one night. Next week you're full a week. We try a month to be colonized," said Mr. Heri smiled. Re-tutored nodded.

Beres already thought Colored. Three hundred thousand pieces of money for several hours of work felt very much for the Colonized. Although his initial contract was only a full month, Sejah was already quite happy because within a month he could earn money with an amount he had never seen so far.

Understandably, the eyes of the colonized are too familiar with the five thousand rupiah denomination.

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The embers still stand on the side of the field and rise to a short wall framing a small moat surrounding a field.

The man was aiming his camera at Dul who was touring the field drumming a Gundul Pacul area song while forming a changing line formation.

Great also the teachers of Kindergarten thought Bara. Facing a critical boy like Dul alone, Bara was a bit overwhelmed. But the teachers were able to train five-year-old children who he thought could only be quiet in their sleep.

Every time he took one of his shots at Dul, Bara saw his camera screen. Dul's photos are great. Bara plans to print and give it to Dijah. The boy's mother must be happy.

After successfully capturing the best moments of Dul, Bara recorded my last satunkahu performed by TK Dul group. Still with a simple smile, Bara intends to send the video to Dijah. And when he remembered the rubber-tied phone of the Sejah, Bara scowled. He couldn't send it straight away.

And a new plan appeared in Bara's head to give Dijah a mobile phone that is already properly used in this era.

"What do you want to buy?" bara asked Dul when the boy had removed his marching band uniform.

Dul's eyes stared around the street vendors as well as the bazaar stands that spread in that place.

"You're laper?" ask Bara.

"No, I finished my lunch. End until no one is left. I said you can't waste food."

"You want to buy a toy?" ask Bara.

"I don't have any money. The money that my mother gave me yesterday is still the same as wedok. It should have been brought earlier Mbah lanang," replied Dul looking at Bara.

"Om just asking you want a snack? Not the money." Bara took Dul away from the tent to the ranks of the merchants.

"Can you?"

"Yes, I can."

"Om there's money?"

"Many," Bara said.

"If so I want a keong kelomang," said Dul.

"Where?"

"That!" Dul appoints a street vendor after Dul.

"Okay, we bought that."

"Your teacher said, you can go home now. We go back? Or still want to be here?"

"I want to go home" replied Dul quickly. Looks like the boy can't wait to play with his snail

"Okay, let's go home." Bara breathed a sigh of relief. His task that day had been completed well and he could not wait to meet up with Dijah soon.

Memories of the phone from Bayu had suddenly flashed in his head. "Ouch.." murmured Bara. It seemed that he had to be patient to be able to satirize the Colonized that day.

"Dul's Father... Dul's father!" The voice of a woman makes Bara and Dul's steps stop.

"It's an extra snack, take it home for Dul." A woman who had helped Dul put a handkerchief on his shoulder handed him a small packet of food. "Her mother Seized pinter nyari pak for Dul. The handsome!" said the woman then giggled away.

She closed her mouth trying to hold back a smile.

"Praised by my mother, face red!" dul suddenly.

"Ah time anyway..." Bara put the back of his hand alternately on both of his cheeks.

"You don't tell me about it with your mother, yes" Bara told Dul.

"Why indeed? Om ashamed of being dumped by my mom?" dul asked with eyes completely clueless.

"Just don't you say," Bara said again holding Dul's hand walking towards the parking lot.

After driving Dul back home to his grandparents and equip the boy with snacks from the mini market, Bara went straight to his office.

Apparently Heru, Bara's superior in the office asked him to replace his coworkers covering the news of the MPR general assembly (annual hearing).

"I'm not at all?" ask Bara to Heru.

"Lo who has a special ID Card covers the trial. ID Card lo in zone A, yesterday it was made to be a backup journalist if there are others who can not. Buruan. There's a lot of important stuff in there." Heru pushed Bara's shoulder to leave immediately.

"Just get an office car, it's in the car!" exclaim Heru from behind his desk.

"Relieve it! I want to go straight back if anyone can change it. I spent a long time there, mending me join the police nangkep criminals."

"Who are you, Lo? I told Mr. Wirya arentar," cried Heru again.

"Bodo very," said Bara then disappeared behind the door.

The reason Bara looks so relaxed with his boss is simple. Heru is his cousin's sister. And the news agency where Bara works is their grandfather's legacy.

A news agency that pioneered the first printing of newspaper sheets has now developed into an electronic media and also print of course.

Upon arrival at the MPR building, Bara looked at his ID Card which listed a barcode and a description of Zone A from where he could cover.

The zone is near the podium where the leaders of the MPR, the President and Vice President and other leaders of the Institution.

Bara should be happy because there is no need to bother covering from afar like Zona D which is in the lobby outside the Nusantara building. But that day, Bara wanted to quickly meet Dijah to see the state of the woman after being sad this morning.

"Where is Temen Lo? Is that a belom deck? Udah mo malem ni," whispered Bara on Bayu.

"Udah deket, enthra Mas Bara can directly exit the ID Card to the new child." Bayu is still observing his tripod.

"My back hurts, pegel. Nausea in my stomach, where the AC is cold." Bara keeps nagging massaging his shoulders.

Bayu then opened his phone, "already in front of gih there! He said he wanted to meet Pangdam," said Bayu with a serious face.

"Yes-yes. I want to see Pangdam Jaya. I'll unplug first. Lo entar ati-ati go home." After making small talk to Bayu, Bara immediately flew to the parking lot and immediately left the parking lot of the MPR building before that night.

On the way Bara had imagined that Dijah might be locking himself up and grieving in his room.

But Bara's shadow didn't seem to have happened that night. Sejah was sitting in a plastic chair near the window of Tini's room with Asti and Mak Robin while listening to Tini's babble every day wearing sexy clothes.

He just laughed with his friends.

"I told you, Tini Montok's name there is already famous," said Tini.

Bara stopped his motor behind Tini who was standing facing Dijah. Pangdam Jaya was not seen yet, but from a distance Bara saw clearly how the colonized who watched since he passed the fence boarding.

"So the manager was very friendly with me. Especially when I say your name. Why why?" tanya Sejah to Tini.

Bara opened the helmet and placed his helmet on top of the tank, still looking at the Sejah who seemed embarrassed to say hello first.

"Kok even nanya why-I squeeze the anus twice," said Tini.

"Jeez.." said Bara was surprised and felt pained.

Tini turned to face Bara. "Kok gosh... Wh why? Would you like to get squeezed too?"

"Eh..." Half a screech.

"Well... Remas anu Mas... He would also like it," said Tini with a serious face and hand signals pointing to Bara and Dijah alternately.

"Yes aampuun..." Bara raising her eyes looked at Tini who was flexing her body leisurely after saying that.

I felt his face turn red. He did not expect how Tini could voice his heart so clearly.

Sejah who joined dingsatan with the phrase 'polos' Tini as usual, looks to change the location of the sitting becomes more feminine.

The To Be Continued.....