CONFESSION STONED
EPILOGUES

“Everything's been brought? The test taker's card? Sample books also do not forget. Later on the road you can read again.” The embers heat the car engine and open the middle door to put the backpack on.

“Udah—alah. Bosen learned it continuously from yesterday-yesterday.” Dul pouted open the front door of the car.

“Can't learn now. Just entered SMP. You have to get into the best school. Inget pesen uti's. It's still mending daddy anther. Try if uti,” said Bara from the front door while wearing his shoes.

“Yes is okay if the same uti,” said Dul.

“Can say that because uti is old. It has diminished his power of nagging. I used to think you were gini too, now I'm grateful. Yes, close the car door, turn on the AC. I want to call mom first,” said Bara looked inside the house.

Slightly stroked running around holding his stomach.

“Do not run, danger.” Bara also nagged the slightly running Dijah with his big belly. Containing a baby boy entered in the last month, making his weight soar drastically.

“This is the unfinished toast. Take it, make a meal on the street. Make Mas also who knows the laper time waiting.” He handed over a small bag containing food and a bottle of drink.

“In front of SMP that many stalls kok,” Bara said.

“But definitely all mothers. Just in the car, don't join the mothers. I was not given the problem..” Sewn tidying the location of the collar of the Bara shirt. His face pouted slightly as he said that.

“Bakal till noon, hot there. Your stomach is big too. Mima must also ask to come, trus bosen there. Later if the announcement passed or did not, everything went to wriggle.” Bara held up Mima and kissed the busy cheeks of the girl forming a blob of purple wax toys.

“Kalo didn't pass the SMP, Dul school where? In private yesterday?” tanya Sejah is waiting for Bara to put Mima.

“Dul has been studying. Every night the practice of questions continues. I'm sure Dul can get into that Junior High. Yes already, here.” Bara stretched her hand towards the Seized.

Colored one step forward and a little tiptoe kissing her husband's chin. After rubbing his nose and inhaling the scent of perfume from the front of Bara's shirt, Dijah looked up again waiting for a kiss.

The second pregnancy was colonized, making Bara a little surprised. After preparing the mind will be drunk pregnancy extraordinary, it turns out his wife did not even experience the symptoms again. Colonized just need a lot of food and the contents of the refrigerator are always full. Things that make the heart of Bara happy. Although the jealousy of the Colonized became quite extraordinary.

Insecurity of body shape that swells, making Dijah often follow Bara everywhere. Countless office events that he attended with his wife. Bara even often brought Dijah even though only to the intersection of buying fried foods or snacks to the mini market with Mima.

Bara got into the car after kissing, hugging and rubbing his wife's stomach for a while. On the way to SMP which will be their destination that day, Dul no longer read his book. The boy just sat looking at the street snacking on toast.

“Don't be in a hurry. Read actually. I'm patiently waiting. Get the best results for your mom. Later if you come out, go straight to the car. Okay?” Bara confirmed the location of the identification mark hanging on Dul's neck.

“Iya, doain me yes... I deg-degan,” said Dul.

“Definitely. Didn't you ask also mom's dad must be doain. Yes already there enter,” pinta Bara patted Dul's shoulder.

The life cycle is just repeating. Repeated by the next generation. In the past, Bara had to follow his mother's instructions about where he should go to school. Test everywhere to get into a favorite school. Her mother reminded her of the importance of learning and learning in youth. Now, he did it for Dul.

In order to achieve his wish to send Dul to a favorite Junior High School, Bara overtime until midnight to accompany his son to study. Not to forget also accompanied by Dijah who is increasingly difficult to sleep at night when the gestational age is getting bigger.

Mima was waiting for the report card division from his Kindergarten not far from home. Every morning the girl went to school with her mother. Sejah enjoys waiting for Mima during lesson hours by sitting joined by other introductory mothers. Things he could not do for Dul because he was too busy making a living.

*****

From Dul

Dul looked at his father's face for a moment before turning to the class where the acceptance test was conducted that day. His father insisted he should go to that school. He said the school had been a favorite since. Dul must obey. After all, what else can he do to please the man who has fulfilled all his expectations?

And Dul is the same as the child in general. His passion for learning goes up and down. Sometimes even forget to learn if not ordered. But, unlike his mother who always nagged, his father relaxed. More precisely, relaxing in front of his mother.

His father was never angry. If he made a mistake or something that the handsome man disliked, they would go out alone. Eat at five feet while heart-to-heart chatting as two men. Although not angry, his father's look sometimes implies disappointment that immediately makes Dul embarrassed.

For some reason, his father always sold his mother's name every time he spoke. For example, when Dul spends too much time in front of the PlayStation, then his father will say, “The real man, will not disappoint the woman he loves. Daddy loves your mom. You?”

The question that Dul judged was too light but made him rethink to disappoint his mother.

That day his father delivered him to the gate. Dul knew that in the office, his father's work must have piled up. Because his father looked a little agitated several times checking his phone.

For Dul, at any time, his father was a hero. The childhood memories that were vividly drawn but difficult to express, were slowly made whole in his mind.

Pieces of conversation and expression in the past, now he understood clearly. His father, whose name is Bara, is his father. The heartened man accepted his mother and her at once to form a family.

Ever since he knew his father, he saw his mother growing more beautiful. Rarely angry and cursing. His mother looked more relaxed. Speak softly and sometimes spoiled towards his father. And most of all, his mother was not hurt anymore. His mouth, nose, and even his mother's temples never bleed again. He used to cry every time he saw his mother battered. He could not forget how his angry mother's stern look hugged to calm his heart. In fact, his mother's heart at that time must have been more broken.

Akung often says, “Don't do something you don't like if people do to you.”

Dul doesn't like rude men. That's why he idolizes father and especially his akungnya who seems to have no emotion. Akung often rubs his back or pats his shoulder gently. Dul liked that a lot. It makes him feel very valuable as a child who has his own thoughts.

Dul made his father a role model. His father named Bara who always makes people amazed because of his prowess. Walking between the father and his akung, often makes Dul big head and feel as a grown man.

When he was first ridden on a red motorcycle wearing a loose helmet by his father, Dul already felt unable to let go of the man. In the past, during the night he waited for the man to come to see him. Invite him to tell stories, and especially buy him snacks that were considered very luxurious at that time.

By noon, the test was over. When asked about the possibility, Dul only felt fifty-fifty. While walking to the car park, he saw his father on the phone outside. His father's voice looked very serious. The scorching sun made a few points of sweat perch on the man's forehead. Even so, his father was still handsome. It's fitting that his mother told him not to sit in the stall. Although sometimes looks relaxed and often teases his mother's messages, Dul always sees his father always keep promises made from home.

For a while he stared at his father's broad and dashing back. And when he turned around and met his eyes, Dul could already guess what the first thing to ask him was.

“Where is the test?”

After exchanging stories for a moment, his father invited him to lunch together. Though he did not ask, but his father said, he used to like to eat lunch at restaurants every time out at rush hour with akung or uti.

His father wanted to give him something, without him charging first. That day they spent alone. Talk about your wishes and aspirations later. Don't forget his father slipped his hopes. It was a gentle piece of advice packed so softly and familiarly in his ears. Dul felt his father was not ruling. Making him choose from several approved options, it does look like choosing his own. In fact, some of those choices were also strictly selected by his father.

The announcement of the results of the reception will be made a week later. And as Dul had guessed, his mother looked the most bothered. Early in the morning the woman was well dressed. With a bag of snacks and Mima's little backpack, her mother sat on the terrace waiting for her father to heat up the car engine.

The birth of his younger brother is scheduled for next week. This time the father does not need to ask the mother again about giving birth by surgery. And it seems that the mother is also quite familiar with the event of Mima's birth which is quite dramatic. Mom just nodded as she put baby gear in the trunk of the car in preparation. His father was always good at packing. His mother just sat there sweet.

Dul had been sitting in the middle seat with Mima whose curly hair was pinched high that morning. He looked at his father, who was sitting in his shoes with his mother. Since then his mother's arms have always circled the neck of the father who patiently listened to the complaints of insomnia that have been spoken hundreds of times.

*Dul smiled amusedly. His father was amazing as a listener. That's just his mother. Not to mention Mima who has the desire to buy all the toys on her YouTube channel* subscription. Dad usually just nods and says “Casual, we buy later.” Mima will relax. The following days, Mima usually had forgotten.

They all arrived at the school. His mother jumped down from the car. As a result of his impatience, the father had to go back to nagging his mother and then finish with a scolding as well. For that, dad usually always chooses silence. Dul knows his father is worried about his fate at home.

Dul will not be able to forget how the faces of his parents at that time. With his forehead full of sweat waiting for the notice board under the sun, his mother's eyes widened happily. His father immediately lifted Mima into a sling and kissed the little girl. In fact, he managed to get into a favorite Junior High but even Mima who got a rain of kisses from his father.

*“Tuh right! Pass it! What mom said... Mending we see the announcement directly here rather than waiting for tomorrow update* online. I can't wait,” said his mother.

“Prudent ‘kan learn it? Dad's son is cool anyway. Next week we re-list. Now we have lunch outside. Come—ayo... Very hot,” said his father covered the head of Mima and his mother with palms.

The four of them left the school. Dul slowed his pace. Staring at his father continued to hold the head of Mima and his mother with the palm of his hand as if the sun would not dare to sting if it was blocked with fingers.

At the age of 13 years, Dul has made up his mind. Will not disappoint a man who has become his father and friend. And it will not make sad women who have been willing to give birth to it in the world and fight for a living to buy milk before.

Dul enters the car and sits next to Mima who is handing him a packet of snacks.

“Mas, chepet in! Outside hot,” pekik Mima. “This makes Mas one, I'm one.” Mima grinned, showing all her teeth.

“Honey Mas don't?” ask his sister.

“Kalo no dear, I did not kasi jajanan.” Mima smiled arrogantly. Dul immediately pinched his sister's cheek.

Their father and mother laughed at Mima's words. And his mother looked back, with her mouth full of food while thrusting a pack of snacks also at them behind.

...CONFESSION STONED...

...EXPIRE...

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