CONFESSION STONED
1. Trained Injured

From the author :

This is a 21+ romantic genre novel (adult-romance)

By reading this novel, the reader must make sure he is old enough and understand that this story is just fiction. Only imagination aims to entertain. There is no lesson in this novel. So don't look for lessons.

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The afternoon was still hot, although time had already shown four o'clock past. As usual Dijah walked down the alley of his house to deposit a little of his income that day.

The result of collecting his used goods that day was not much, he only earned 22,000 rupiah. A few kilos of used cardboard and two large plastic canned drinks may be just enough to buy a kilo of rice, a quarter of a liter of cooking oil and a few eggs.

The Sejah parents' house was in a densely populated settlement. Although it is very reot, but it is still better when compared to his son; Dul lives with him in a boisterous and chaotic downtown boarding area every day.

It is only natural that the cost is very cheap. The rooms are very small, cramped and shared bathrooms that often die of water. But despite complaining about the facilities obtained every day, the occupants of the cost as if not deterred. Next month they pay their regular rent to continue living there.

Finding a cheap place to live in the middle of the city that is close to where they make a living is not easy. And another, the cost of being colonized can be up to two weeks. The residents are used to being cursed by their owners.

He arrived in front of his house. It pushed a wooden fence filled with patches of several boards that were nailed at waist-high.

In front of the closed door were broken sandals. I was a little annoyed to see that. Repeatedly he tidied their house with reason very simple house can still look good if treated.

The Sejah parent house has only one bedroom, a small kitchen area adjacent to the bathroom and a backyard directly adjacent to the neighboring kitchen.

Among the ranks of houses in the alley are on average small, but the family home of the Colonized is indeed among the simplest. The back kitchen wall is still a wall. A place where various kitchen utensils such as knives are inserted in the bamboo braid.

“Dul ... Dul,” call Colored.

“Ngot locked Bu,” says Dul from inside.

Sejah pushed a thin wooden door with that rusty handle. Dul is seen lying in front of a small television set with a thin mattress.

The boy looked up to see his new mother coming in. The room was very stuffy. A fan was tired of shaking to and fro to produce a wind that was not cool.

“Which is it?” He asked his parents who were invisible at home.

“Mbah Wedok (granny) sleeps in the room, Mbah Lanang (grandfather) just went to warung.” Dul has not yet taken his eyes off the television.

“Ngapain to the stall?” tanya Dijah was curious. He was worried that his father would return to the shop to play the gaple. Because even though it was not for gambling, Dijah still did not like the habits of his father. Because every time he came back from the stall, his father would bring strange stories about his work out there.

“Say I bought rice," said Dul.

"You're sick, huh? This clock doesn't play outside?" tanya Sejah to her son

"Badan Dul is kind of hot Mom. But Dul was already taking medicine," replied Dul smartly.

The five-year-old boy was indeed very wise every time he spoke. His childhood was spent without parents makes Dul not have time to spoiled like other children. He must be smart and wise to face his environment.

"Have you eaten? If you have not let the mother cook," bargained Sejah to her son.

"Here you go, just cooked a ceplok egg. I've eaten." Dul turned his mother's sweet and simple face. "Mom's going straight away? Don't want to accompany me to watch TV? I don't have any temen," said Dul pulling the fingers of the Sejah who was sitting tight near his head.

"Not going right away, mom will accompany you to watch. Your dad has a date? Nothing, right?" tanya Sejah was a little worried. He was worried that Fredy had come to his parents' house while he was there.

And it felt like the words had just slid out of his tongue, suddenly the sound of a bang on the door made Dijah jump.

"What are you doing?" Fredy's voice sounded from outside.

With her index finger on her lips directed at Dul, Dijah went to the door to turn the key.

BRAKK!!

A second later, the door was already gaping and Fredy's figure with his red eyes had been standing there staring at them.

“Oh her prostitute mother is again here. Why are you coming?” hardik Fredy staggered a little. It was late afternoon but the man was drunk.

Any parent if they do not educate their children well then everything will be in vain. Just like Fredy who comes from a pretty decent family was once.

The wrenching treasure did not make Fredy's parents aware of the relationship and lifestyle of his children. All of them grew up with foya-foya and squandered their parents' money for fun and shows in the company.

Miris indeed, but of the four brothers only one person can be said to succeed in life.

While the other three are all entangled in bad company and lives of different levels of misery.

“Basic dog! It's good you think I'm a whore in front of my son. Like your life is real," cried Sejah to her ex-husband. He immediately closed the ears of Dul who was flabbergasted to see the arrival of his father.

Hearing the words of the Colonized, Fredy picked up a sandal and threw it at the woman. Seized did not have time to dodge, his head was immediately dusty exposed to dirt from the sandal tread.

Sejah hurriedly got up pushing the man out of the house, he did not want to fuss in front of his son.

With all his might, Dijah was able to push Fredy half-drunk until the man crashed with the buttocks of the first to land first on the ground.

"Based on the dog woman, you bitch!" maki Fredy again.

Sejah still looks around looking for objects that might be used to hit the head of her ex-husband.

But Fredy was faster. The man got up and aimed a kick at the body of the colonized until he crashed into the door.

The door again opened. Dul stood looking at his parents with a grim look.

"The key from inside Dul! Mom wants to go first. Today I can't watch a movie. Locked yes! Later the mother came again," cried Dijah hurriedly wearing his sandals because he wanted to immediately run out of the fence.

Colored grabbed the wooden fence as soon as he could. But it turns out that Fredy also did not lose quickly grabbed the long hair of Sejah shoulder to shoulder and took it hard. Falling back.

PLAKK!!

Fredy rewarded him with a hard slap on his face.

Suddenly the world was dark. His head was dizzy and his ears were ringing long. He tried to stand up while holding on to the wall of his house.

No one broke up, no neighbors dared to approach them if Fredy suddenly came to beat him like this.

Yelling at the man turns away so that people come is useless. Colonized never tried, but only one two people who came and then went back.

Groped the ground looking for something whether it's a rock or anything. He wanted to get back at the man as soon as possible.

"Basic male dog! You dare to be just like a girl. Come on, let's go to the police station let me report you. Let you rot in jail."

"How dare you report me? Report aja! Get out of jail later, you and Dul can die I made. Mending you come with me." Fredy dragged the arm of Sejah and led him towards the mouth of the alley. "I'm kebelet. Instead of you whoring out there selling your anus, mending you the same kelonan I did. I give you money too" Fredy recalls all the way.

"Your eyes! Instead of your same kelonan, yes mending I ngelonte," the thrashing Sejah sergeant tried to release a strong grip on his arm.

"Basic whore!" maki Fredy again.

"Like me. Anu is also my own, not state-owned. Selling yourself is not taxable. I like to do something!"

PLAKK!!

Fredy slapped Dijah in the face again and dragged the woman out of the alley. Throughout the alley they were watched by some neighbors who could only whisper but could not end the suffering of the colonized that afternoon.

The police station is not far away. Just a few dozen meters from the alley of their house.

But indeed the Colonized never dared to report Fredy. He was afraid that the crazy man would prove his threat.

Sentencing to prison for mistreatment will not leave Fredy in jail for long. The man could be out of prison in a year, two years or even five years.

Fredy will be out of prison with a body that is still fresh fit, can still hurt Dijah and his son.

"Please fuck me! Take your filthy hands off my hair! Your hands are as dirty! I'm not that dirty. Heyhh!!" Slashed into the street.

BUGG!!

Fredy who was getting furious again hit his forehead. He closed his eyes because of the pain.

"Please!! Help!!" scream Sejahted.

"Your mouth!" hardik Fredy who seemed to be starting to be aware of their surroundings.

A few meters away they will arrive in front of the yellow-walled police station.

"Hey! Your hands are!" shouted a man who had just walked out of the police station with a backpack draped over his shoulder.

"What lo??" challenge Fredy to the guy.

Seized who felt the opportunity, immediately lowered his head to pick up a piece-sized stone and hit the head of her ex-husband.

"Ouch!!" cry Fredy. His grip on the Colored hair slipped off and the woman immediately escaped into the courtyard of the sprawling police station.

"Well, are you following along? He's crazy again!" yelled Dijah dragging the arm of the man who had been able to pass through it. He was worried that Fredy would recognize and begin to mark the young man who posed as a hero of the misfortune.

Breath Colored panting. His forehead was throbbing and his eyes felt a little heavy to use to open. His eyes must be swollen, he thought.

Sejah released the young man's arm then crouched in the courtyard of the police station which since childhood always used as a playground.

His face was full of sweat, his nose was not sharp but coupled sweetly with the look of his ovaries slightly spitting out fresh blood. Sejah wiped the blood with the end of his shirt sleeve.

"Sick Ma'am?" asked the young man who was now squatting next to him.

"Enak! Take it again!" sergeant Colored.

Bara blinked his eyes at the sweet-faced young lady with the local wisdom he thought was ungrateful.

To Be Continued