CONFESSION STONED
2. Escape Introduction

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Bara was still standing near the young woman who just a moment ago had just hit the head of a man with a stone.

The woman's eyes were still staring at the man who now looked reluctant to chase after her. The eyes do not imply fear. I just saw the anger there.

"Whose name is Ma'am? Who was that?" bara asked Dijah who was still peeking at Fredy.

"Dijah," said Sejah without turning to Bara.

"Who was that?" ask Bara again.

"Former husband," replied Colored briefly. His eyes were still staring at Fredy who was seen away from the fence of the Police Station.

"Could you be beaten? What's why?" tanya Bara was curious. His journalist instincts appeared instantly.

"That must hurt, right?" Bara still strafing Colonized with questions.

"It's Mbak's persecution" Bara said. The colonists still quietly look outside the fence. His hand reached into the front pocket of the backpack he was wearing and took out a plaster. Bara opened the plaster and attached it to the forehead of the Sejah who was spitting out a little blood.

"If it hurts why not report it? You can make a complaint. It's called an act of violence. Why is it diem anyway?" The neglected embers felt a little annoyed. He wanted to leave the woman but his curiosity thrashed.

When Dijah saw Fredy leaving his place while rubbing his head, Sejah breathed a sigh of relief. He could leave the police station immediately.

Then the presence of a man who had not stopped questioning him was like regaining consciousness.

"From now on I'm only because I don't like being called Ma'am. Maqf ... Maqf ... When did I marry you?" fierce Seized was annoyed then stood up.

"Why Jah? Why is your face so?" ask Mr. Saint the old policeman who served there daily.

Mr. Santo had just arrived on his motorbike and stopped right in front of the Colonized as the woman walked out of the fence. Colonized had known the police for a long time, little did Mr. Santo know about his life.

"It's okay, sir, it was not accidentally bumped by children on a motorbike," replied Dijah origin then went to walk his feet to the side of the road to stop one of the transportation routes to get to his boarding.

He stepped his feet away from the fence of the police station so that Mr. Santo did not return to question him. His temples were throbbing and now he could confirm that the top of his eyes were definitely swollen.

Seized then fingered his forehead. There's a plaster wound. Since when the plaster was on his forehead he was not aware.

Bara looked at the back of the Sejah who walked away. Hurriedly he ran to the parking lot on the left side of the office to pick up his motorcycle.

"You want to catch the news?" shouted Mr. Santo to Bara who was riding his motorcycle in a hurry.

"Yes! Big news," said Bara then did his motorbike leave Pak Santo who then passed to the parking lot.

Bara rode his motorcycle slowly until he arrived next to Dijah who was still standing on the side of the road.

"Where are you going, Mommy?" bara asked Dijah who only glanced at her at a glance then looked back at the screen.

Bara did not accept any law. Now Bara's position is exactly like a striped man who was seducing women on the side of the road in the afternoon.

Sejah was thinking, how could he enter work that night if his face was battered. Colored clucking faint barely audible. But Bara who had heard the voice from the mouth of the Sejah stared at the woman's face.

He was still sitting on his bike. Notice the sweet face of Dijah whose eyes are now swollen. The white T-shirt worn by the woman looks dirty on the front with one arm with blood stains that begin to darken.

Poor, thought Bara. She was young but it seemed that the woman was already very used to accepting violence. The view of Bara descends down to the rubber-studded sandals at the feet of the Sejah. Bara saw the skin of the right pinky finger is smeared.

"Come on Ma'am, let me anter." Bara slightly shifted his motor gave distance to Dijah. In his mind he was a little worried about being insulted and picking up stones to hit his head.

"Oh, what's your name?" tanya Sejah suddenly with a slightly irritated face.

"Wirya's Bara." Bara took out an identification from his pocket. "Your name is Colored, right? Since you look younger than me, you can call me Mas Bara."

"good. Look Bara, I have no business there, mending there go now. I started to get rid of people who were looking at me all the time. Go there!" sergeant Sejah stepped a little away.

"My intentions are good" Bara said again.

"The name of the intention is to know that it's just there!" reply Colored.

"Where is your house? I sincerely just want to help. You will be seen by someone in Angkot."

"Ordinary," continued Dijah.

"Make a ride!" get Bara to advance his bike.

"Welded! Up!"

"What the hell?!! No! I'll scream later. The jerky!" maki Colored.

Suddenly,

"Hey Lon*te!" the cry of Fredy who suddenly reappeared sprinted towards the Colonized.

"It's the dog!" maki Sejah was surprised then immediately climbed on top of Bara's puppet.

"Hurry way! That was why I wanted to go home! That's the dog coming again!" Seized patted Bara's shoulder many times.

Bara quickly turns on his motorbike and leaves Fredy looking down like he was looking for a stone to throw them.

"Quick! Speeding!" command Seized on Bara who blindly drove his motorcycle split the street in the afternoon.

"Where is this going?!!" shouting Bara.

"To my boarding!" reply Colored also in a shout.

"Yes where is it? I don't know!"

"Oh yes .... Just keep going, we'll cross to the left!" Reply Sejah while holding on to the shoulder of a stranger he just met not for an hour.

"Straight on, the big mall next to it has a road, turn left again." Colored patting Bara's shoulder to give a sign.

When he saw the mouth of the alley where he always awaited some local ojek, Sejah again patted Bara's shoulder to slow down the speed of his motorbike.

"Turn there," Pinta Dijah pointed at the alley. Actually he could go down in front of the alley alone, but that afternoon he was not willing to serve the prank mouth of the men commenting on his face full of wounds.

"Who's Jah?" ask a motorcycle taxi driver when Bara slows down the speed of his motorbike to get into the alley.

"New customers!" screams Colored with just an ordinary face. Bara's motorbike was too good and the man's appearance was inconclusive to call him a motorcycle taxi driver. Even Bara's perfume felt attached to his palm that had been perched on the man's shoulder.

"There's a door, come in." Seized shows an iron door being as wide as one car.

When he arrived at the large yard, Bara opened his helmet and looked around. He did not expect that inside the narrow alley was a large multi-storey building with dozens of small rooms.

"Welcome!!" call a woman suddenly. From the shrillness of his voice, Sejah could guess it was Mak Robin. A housewife from Medan with one child whose husband works out of town.

Mak Robin is one of the longest-serving residents of those boarding houses.

"Open?" sahut Sejah turned to Mak Robin who walked up to him.

"Your water bill," Mak Robin said with a piece of paper.

"I'll pay you later." Colored folded the paper then pocketed it.

"Why your face? Hit the anjeng again? I told you that you were colonized, let's break his head together." Mak Robin flicked the strands of hair on the face of the Colored to see the wound.

"God.." muttered Bara holding her chest when she heard Mak Robin's high voice.

"Udah is okay. Just a little. Tomorrow we break his head. I was in a hurry to work," said Dijah put his hair back on the wound to make it invisible.

"Don't you work! Just you first, it must have hurt your head," Mak Robin said. "Tin! Where you going? Look at this friend, you've been looking at his face!" mak Robin shouted to Tini who was already very beautiful that afternoon.

Tini who was called Mak Robin rushed over to Sejah with her 10-inch heels.

"Oh my goodness, how can you think of this again? I will go home from work and treat it. Now it's not as perfect as I've been waiting for," said Tini slightly raised his chin.

"Where are you going in the afternoon?" ask Robin to Tini.

"Melonte Mak, there is no way I can do this hour" replied Tini casually.

"Good shit." murmured Bara again.

"I go first, you don't have to work Jah!" add Tini while walking away. "Eh Jah! This who?" tanya Tini pointed at Bara.

"Who-why? Ooo .... Ojeks! It's Ojek!" exclaiming Sejah grimaced when he realized that Bara was still not far from where he stood.

"God ..." murmured Bara again as Tini walked over to her.

The To Be Continued.....

From the Author :

Understand the harsh words yes, do not follow.

This is just a piece of reality that is happening all around us.

Let the Sejah make her life more beautiful.