CONFESSION STONED
20. Hunting News

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"Where are you going?" asked Bu Yanti to her eldest.

"At home temen," replied Bara.

"Who?"

"Must say? Bara is already an adult, you know," said Bara while adding sugar to his cup of tea.

"Mom just wants to talk about your college. Don't play mostly. You can also teach at the college."

"I like it in Eyang's office. The blood of his journalist Eyang flows in me and Mas Heru."

"Hopefully Heru can guide you really yes. Joana, how are you?" ask Bu Yanti.

"Last time I met you all right" Bara said. He sipped his tea straight away.

"Aren't you going home again?"

"Tow? Yesterday Joana came by herself. Not because I'm kuajak. When have I ever taken a girl home?" She asked back to look at her mother.

"Your little brother is two. The end of the class was suitable for marriage. I love Joana," said Ms. Yanti.

"Mom likes it, I like it as a friend. There is no feeling, Mom. It feels flat," replied Bara.

"Feel it needs Mom, if there is no feeling Mom will not want to be with Dad." Mr. Wirya came to the dining table with a newspaper in his hand.

"Yes whatever, I'm just ngingetin Bara about being married. Instead of going here and there installments are not necessarily. Mending at home playing with his son. That was yesterday mother is also still suspicious where nginep. You're the real Ra..." Bu Yanti seems to have been a little resigned to his eldest son who had played a lot before rather than taking his life seriously.

"I like my source" murmured Bara.

"What do you say is pity for her ex-husband's treatment?" ask Mr. Wirya a little seriously.

"Be careful. He was already injured because of someone else and the stigma attached to him was heavy. Just a little bit of your treatment is wrong so it will hurt more. The psychology will be. Now maybe if I consulted my father, he would have been traumatized. You don't mess around. If you are sorry, you must be professional. If it's more than pity, you're an adult." Mr. Wirya patted his son's arm.

Bara nodded at the words of his father.

"Don't forget Ra's college, finish it fast. If you are married, it will get worse. Your business is also not just college." Bu Yanti again warned her son.

"Yes... Amanlah college. Mother calm down. Thesis already want to run, at the earliest next year has graduated. Bara left first yes, going to nyari new hape." Bara shifted his chair and stood up.

"Your phone is broken?" tanya Bu Yanti turned her head towards Bara who was crossing the family room.

"not for me. To Colonize. My source name is Sejah!" exclaimed Bara while grabbing her backpack without looking.

"Si Joana still often nenyain nanyain news of us and Bara?" asked Mr. Wirya when Bara had vanished from his sight.

"Still, how is it..." Bu Yanti seemed to be thinking.

"Mom should be professional too. Every child has the same rights. We are obliged to guide, then the right to live life remains in their hands. Life is for happiness. I must have taught that to the students in class." Mr. Wirya started eating his toast.

"Yes-yes, I was right again. What matters is being reminded. The origin of Bara does not turn out to be strange," said Bu Yanti.

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Bara had just arrived at his office at lunchtime while carrying a paperbag bearing the name of a mobile phone shop.

He went to the absent machine to put his thumb there and then walked back to his desk and threw his body in a black chair.

Fridays, usually if he is in charge of covering political or economic news, Fridays are quite relaxed. But the other is the case with the criminal world that does not know the time.

On any day, at any time, crime can happen. Monday to Saturday, weekdays or public holidays. The police station is almost never empty. That Friday Bara intends to edit his thesis in the Office.

Bara starts turning on his computer and opens a file where he keeps a thesis sheet that is almost finished. He looked for the chapter where he listed the names of the sources. The contents of his head immediately presented the memory of the Sejah and the time he spent peppering with the woman almost overnight.

Bara jerked at the computer keyboard and snorted violently. When will this thesis be completed if his mind continues to imagine the source, Bara thought. Was he the one who chose the wrong source?

In the afternoon, he will go to the state polytechnic for his first job as a Cigarette SPG. Bara can already imagine where the colonized will start peddling his cigarettes considering the location behind the campus is filled with rows of coffee shops and angkringan five feet that are always crowded with students.

After exhaling violently, Bara grabbed her phone from her pocket and searched Bayu's name on the call list.

"Where is Lo?" ask Bara directly when the baby answers the phone.

"There's in the back office again eating. Why?" ask Bayu across the street.

"Temenin I'm going to afternoon. To the Poltek campus, "pinta Bara directly.

"Yes, student demo. That's why I'm happy, I'm just boncengin. Don't take the office car with the transmitter." She closed her mouth for fear of laughing.

"Ready Mas! Is there anything else?" ask Bayu.

"No, that's all. At 6 I'm looking for Lo, don't be too tired."

"Ready Mas!" sahut Bayu sigap's. Though come to think of it, Bara is still relatively new in the office. But because the director is his cousin and the company belongs to Eyangnya, Bara received a lot of reluctance from the employees who were there.

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"You can snoop on the demo, we should not bring a car. Mas Bara motor is too good, even make a hassle later. So attention. It could be destroyed if there's an action throw-throw." Bayu stared doubtfully as Bara had sat on his bike and handed him a pink helmet belonging to the Sejah.

"Udah ah! Ride on! So noisy! Put on the helmet," Bara's pinta turned on the motor.

"Helm Pink Mas?" ask Bayu.

"Yes! Is your hair washed? Don't wear that helmet if Lo's hair is dirty" Bara said.

"Choafy, just a mandatory bath this morning," said Bayu kalem.

"Mandi mandi abis kapain Lo?"

"Abis watch a movie," replied Bayu innocently.

"Don't most people, Lo's little girl just dapet dapasnya." Bara chuckles while running his motorbike leaving the office parking lot.

"For the sake of it, there is no opponent."

"Yes, same. I want to." too." Bara pursed her lips. A piece of Bayu's outpouring of heart even managed to reveal his heart.

Want to find partners and friends but must pass S2. Though KUA never asked for a diploma as a condition of marriage. Bara was restless, even though he wanted to immediately justify being colonized.

The motorbike he was driving headed to the west side of their city. Pass the road between traffic and enter the area where lined internet stalls, stationery stores and cafes.

It was almost 7pm when Bara circled the ranks of coffee shops to look for signs where the SPG hordes of cigarettes were usually dropped from his van.

"Where is Mas?" bayu's question made Bara aware if there was someone who was riding his motorbike.

"Yes, where are ya? Said Mas Heru on this campus. What's it already?" The slightly amused embers took Bayu seriously.

As his eyes were looking around for a woman dressed in red, Bara finally found several women in red uniforms in a coffee shop. Bara drove his motorbike to choose one of the stalls that most likely will be passed by the SPGs.

Colored has not been seen, but found some people who seemed to be one company with the woman made the spirit of Bara arise.

"We're just sitting here, I want to wait for something." He parked his bike and opened his helmet. Bayu came down with a confused face but still according. The 24-year-old man immediately looked for an empty table and placed his backpack there.

Bara was still standing in front of the coffee shop, staring at the street and all the women wearing red. The sky was dark, but the bright light emitted from the row of stalls did not make it difficult for Bara.

A group of red-clothed women were seen approaching from the right. Bara narrowed his eyes. He knew one of the women. Tini's. His red hair fluttered like a flash of fire in the distance. But where is Colonized?

"Sorry Mom, I don't smoke. But if to help sell Ma'am, I want to buy it. Same number as the hape?" Bayu's voice sounded from behind Bara who was still busy looking at the road.

"What then? Don't smoke if you don't. I went to another table. Its nothing. Makeup..."

"Hold on, here first. That's why I haven't been asked. You have a boyfriend yet?" ask Bayu again. Bara who then digested the conversation that was going on behind him immediately turned his head.

Sejah was standing near Bayu holding a slop of red-boxed cigarettes with a look he barely recognized.

"Cock in here? Why?" tanya Dijah for a moment when she looked at Bara who was also looking at her.

Bara was stunned still looking at the appearance of Dijah that night. A tight red top with white strips on either side of his arm, bandaged his body and accentuated a pair of objects that led Bara to fail her thesis this morning.

Legs Colored wrapped in a thin black stocking laugh with a short skirt that is also tight. The high heels worn by the woman made her butt raise and showed a near-perfect curve of the body which had been hidden behind her clothes.

"Remain here? Hunting News?" ask Colored again.

"Yes.." - Bara.

Bara swallowed his saliva. Yes, Colored is right. He was hunting. But not hunting news. But hunting women who are not aware of this charm.

Who else has polished the face of the Colored until the woman is very different tonight. He wanted to give the man a pat on his eel. Bara does not like to be the center of attention of men in that place.

"Bak, you know Mas Bara? Can I have the phone number if that's it?" ask Bayu again.

The innocent Bayu did not realize that when he was staring at the Colonized, Bara was punching him in the mind. Bayu went home by transport or ojek only, he thought.

That night he would wait for Dijah to finish the rest of the cigarette slop in his hand and bring the woman home. If necessary he would lock Dijah in his room.

The To Be Continued.....