CONFESSION STONED
29. Streets

"Don't wear a helmet... It's very malem," said Bara on the Sejah when they were near the motorbike.

"If our heads are as hard as asphalt?" sindir Colonized on Bara.

"Yes not Jah... It's just it's okay. There are no police." Bara had been on the motorbike with both feet holding the vehicle ready to receive the burden of the body of the Sejah.

"It should stay on the cake. Let it be safe," said Dijah while riding to the motorbike.

"In addition to safe, comfortable also need Jah.." continued Bara.

Being colonized sometimes really does not understand what his heart means, Bara thought. If they wear helmets, their cheeks will not touch each other when talking on the bike.

Bara wants them to be like any other friendly couple on the bike.

"Where are your dressing clothes?" ask Bara.

"There's in this bag," replied Dijah.

"Then go to SPBU first, the skirt tucker. Uhhuh?" tanya Bara turns on her motorbike while sharpening her senses of taste at the waist waiting for her hand to be wrapped around.

"Udah.." sahut Sejah while hugging Bara's waist with his right hand.

Emar smile. That's right, Bara thought. But less tightly. It should have been more gripped by his stomach. One of the functions of that expensive motorbike is to amaze women. And it should be colonized just like most women Bara wants to piggyback on.

And piggybacking on the Sejahs using such a tight skirt, it would not seem to create romantic wishful thinking inside Bara's head.

So Bara brought Dijah to an SPBU in order to exchange his clothes. Smiling in the heart. That Sunday night he would bring Dijah to eat and hang out at the place he used to go.

"Pake my jacket again." Bara offered a jacket that he had brought from home.

"A lot of jackets," said Dijah. "The one in my place is still there. I was ironing. I'll kill you later," continued Dijah again.

"It's okay, it's simple first. I have a lot of jackets. His name is also on a motorcycle. Yes it has gone up, if you already wear jeans that, you will sit more comfortable." Reason alone says to be more comfortable. In fact, he also felt very comfortable when the woman hugged him.

"Where to eat?" tanya was colonized with both hands that had encircled Bara's stomach. He spoke right in Bara's left ear.

"Huh? What's?" tanya turned a little to the left. And he immediately felt his lips touch his ears. This is how it feels, inner Bara. He felt a swarm of butterflies as if he was dancing in his stomach.

"Where to eat?" re-colonized.

"Eat where I used to hang out. Wanna?" tanya Bara stopped her motorcycle at the intersection of a red light. He turned his head back to the left. He could feel the surface of his lips smeared on his cheeks. Styled breath feels warm and makes goosebumps because it hits his ears.

"Where is nothing." He answered without distancing his face. It was as if he was talking on the surface of the cheek that Bara thrust at him.

Bara clenched his mouth. He felt his plan had worked. Before returning his motorbike, Bara grasped the hand of the Sejah who was on his stomach for a moment.

They arrived at a small cafe equipped with simple live music equipment in its courtyard. Just a guitar and a pair of percussion for acoustic purposes. Several pairs of tables and round chairs were arranged in the cafe's courtyard.

"I used to hang out here a lot. Because I studied at the campus which now only took S2, I do not have deket ama temen on campus. Play more often with office." Bara spoke while continuing to walk in the arms of the colonized.

"Coal Gas!" call Bayu who sees the coming of Bara.

"Old old?" bara asked while welcoming a TOS signal with a fist from Bayu.

"Lumayan. Both then? What was my pesen yesterday that was sidelined with belom?" ask Bayu.

"What agent?" Back to asking.

"Greetings for red hair..."

"That's an empty table!" exclaim Bara suddenly.

"Red hair bro? Tini means?" tanya Sejah who dragged Bara away from Bayu.

Bara does not want Bayu to ask a lot about Tini to the Sejah. He could be finished later. Today, men and women make no difference when it comes to discussing and exploring the personal affairs of others.

"I mean that was Tini, right?" tanya Sejah again as they had sat side by side facing the round iron table that was still empty. The table had no sign. Just a glass filled with paraffin with a small flame.

"Call Bayu who is younger than I can use Mas. Call me that I don't want to. Why the hell?" Bara looked at Dijah who was suddenly busy looking at the candle in a glass.

"Why? Call me use Mas it Jah..." Bara stared at Dijah, his face completely pouting now.

"He said he wanted to take me to eat, if only he wanted to talk about it then I'm going home now. Legs hurt. Achy." Half-emerged took his bag.

Bara quickly held onto the Sejah bag that since last night was on his lap. "Now that is it? Eat first," Bara said then slightly pulled the arm of the colonized to sit back.

That dinner on Saturday night didn't go according to Bara's plan. He and the Devils were both silent. The woman didn't ask him any questions.

Even when Bayu came to their table with another friend of theirs, Dijah did not turn his head at all. Bayu must have realized that at that time Bara and Sejah had just had a storm. Free to have children think Bara, the reality of the attitude of the 23-year-old was not easy to be pushed aside.

"Here is the bag, dicantolin. Let's sit it easy." Bara asked for the now tightly clasped bag of Dijah in the woman's hand.

"That's okay, spit. I'm fucking up." Sejah said like that without looking towards Bara.

Bara gave up and then got on his bike. The colonized sat on his bonbar with his body leaning but grasped a bag that became a barrier between them.

The car was designed not to disappoint its owner. Although Dijah put the bag between them, the woman could not avoid the location of her seat continued to sag and her legs clamped Bara's body.

Both are silent. Bara who was unwell and disappointed with the attitude of the Sejah who judged childish, now began to imitate the Sejah. Shut up.

Sejah who was upset with the attitude of Bara he judged liked to force directly into his room upon their return to the boarding house.

Colored directly to the closet and took the jacket Bara who had been ironed neatly by him.

"This jacket! Take it." Take it." He thrust the jacket at Bara who had entered the room with a pair of socks still attached to her feet.

"I said, just a moment. Don't need the jacket yet. Just simple, my jacket is a lot." Bara was still standing with a black shirt rolled up to his arm. Light blue jeans perfectly wrap their long legs.

Sejah who is sensitive because tired after work does not pay attention to the words of Bara. He churns out a paperbag under his closet.

Bara's forehead frowned to pay attention to Dijah who had found a white paperbag and immediately threw a Bara jacket into it.

"Now, fetch! This is also oiya." Sejah put down the paper bag he was holding then began to release the jacket Bara still on his body.

"Why are you?" ask Bara.

"I'm just tired, I'm going to sleep." Colored folds Bara's jacket neatly then cram it into the paperbag carelessly.

"Well!" call Bara clutching the woman's hand.

"Udahlah, I'm tired. Bener. I've never been this tired before. The high shoe makeup really made my calf tormented. You go home! He said Monday he was going to Holland. Later your parents will tell their children not to go home. I know it in a place like this." Seized only a glance at Bara then again thrust the white paperbag at Bara.

"This is later Jah... It's not now. You don't want to see me anymore? Huh yeah?" ask Bara.

He just stared at the head of his bed.

"I'm just nanya, why can you call Bayu Mas, but not to me? That's aja. Is it wrong for me? I'm curious. If you say logical reasons, I'm fine."

"It's important, isn't it? That important thing is called Mas aja? What difference?" sergeant Colored. And it is true what Mbok Jum said recently on the Colonized. That he and Bara are just as stubborn. They both think that each other doesn't understand the other's feelings.

"Okay, I'm home." Bara released his grip from the hands of the colonized.

"Yes," replied Dijah quickly.

"Yes already..." Bara stepped away from Dijah towards the door of the half-closed room.

"Don't forget that his jacket was brought," said Dijah

Directly expelled, thought Bara. What Sunday night is this? Want to go apart a week even farewell like this. Bara doesn't seem willing.

"Come here for a second," called Bara still with an annoyed face. Sejah was already on his back standing near the closet busy rummaging through the contents of his bag.

"What the hell?" tanya Sejah was upset. "Yes there!" expel Sejahized.

"Here..." Bara lowered his voice and stared intently at the woman who was also throwing a fierce look at him.

"What's..." He walked up to Bara who was standing by the door.

Bara pulled out his hand until the woman's body was attached to it. The door, which had been half open, was now completely closed due to the sudden movement of Bara's body.

"I don't want to go if you push me like a gini" Bara said. His left hand pressed against Dijah's waist and one other hand was still gripping the woman's wrist.

"Yes already if you want to go home," said Dijah began inconsistent.

Bara turned around and urged Sejah towards the door. The woman's back has been fused with a thin door that if the sun is hot, the gap can escape the light.

So close was their distance, that the Seized had to actually look up to stare at Bara's face as the man spoke.

"You're the first woman to evict me" said Bara bowing to Dijah's ear. The woman just quietly enjoyed a warm gust of breath as Bara swept her neck and ears.

Bara then lowered his head to align their lips. And with their lips almost fixed, Bara said, "i'll wait until you call me Mas without me asking."

A second later, Bara cupped Dijah's face and began stuffing her lips with a rough kiss. His frustration multiplied.

Sejah who did not want to call him Mas, Sejah who is sensitive and irritable. And lastly... The one who courageously drove him away. Bara doesn't want anyep's Sunday night. The next week he could only imagine what it would be like to kiss and touch the woman.

Bara kissed Seamed lips greedily. He did not care about the woman who seemed to be surprised and huffed because of a long and continuous kiss that did not give him pause.

At first, the colonized just silently received a sip and a Bara bite that was becoming more and more. But when the kiss had entered the minute to so, feet Sejah had to tiptoe past the door of his room because trying to compensate for what Bara was doing.

Sealed closed his eyes. Bara's hasty kisses intoxicated him. His chest was already descending up irregularly. He tried to inhale as much oxygen as possible to fill the lungs.

Bara's kiss this time is different according to the Sejah. Yesterday the man kissed her gently. This time the man's kiss was mixed with his anger. Not sweetness.

Bara's breath was panting and the man finally let go of his long kiss attack.

"You want to kick me out?" ask Bara with a loud breath. He held both hands and placed the pair of hands on the head of the owner.

Sejah who was also panting just looked at Bara and did not fight. Bara again landed her delicate bite on the neck of the Colonized. He closed his eyes again. The fire in Bara's body is now blue. Warmest.

The next minute, Bara's hand had unbuttoned all of the Colored clothes. The pleasures of the world are intoxicating and careless. Being attacked. He closed his eyes enjoying the touch of the man he liked. He even kept his eyes closed when Bara's kiss had moved from his lips.

Bara raised the body of the colonized to make it easier to land a kiss in the place he was invited. The colon has sighed. Bara is sure today they will definitely get wet. The war is getting weaker. Bara closed his eyes, sinking between the amazing chest he was enjoying.

"Fire..." The words of someone outside flashed in Bara's ears. True said Tini earlier her inner. The fire's getting lit now.

"There's Tin smoke!" exclaim someone. Smoke what Bara thinks.

"Well! Jah! Ow hell! I don't mean to disturb you. Again with the style carried huh? Your shadow looks out from outside Jah! Turn off the lights! Ask your Mas to wear clothes! Please help break down Asti's room. He was sleeping but the room was smoke. Jah's fire!" Tini's voice completely shocked her head.

"The fire? What fire?" tanya Sejah spontaneously jumped from Bara's sling.

"Asti's room! Ask your Mas to help break into her room!" yell Tini again.

"I helped break Asti's room!" Bara directly grabbed the door handle. "Pake a shirt there!" tukas Bara chuckled then came out of the room.

Sejah who realized all his superiors had been on the floor then stammered picking them up one by one.

"That's Mas! Help u! Asti is not called out! The phone did not answer! Colored where?" tini asked while thrusting a crowbar at Bara.

"Get in the room!" answer Bara then started to pry the door.

"Oh means to be naked?" tini asked Bara innocently. Near them stood Mak Robin, and Boy the occupant of the room next to Asti. Bara just continued his work while pretending to be deaf.

The To Be Continued.....