CONFESSION STONED
37. Near Dul

Sejah's been busy looking at the cell phone Bara gave her. No phone calls came in and no messages from the man.

Because all day yesterday he was busy accompanying Mbok Jum cleaning his cardboard house to make it cleaner and more comfortable, Sejah again canceled visiting his son.

That morning before leaving, Dijah went back to Tini for the second time to ask about the operation of the new advanced mobile phone he had.

He wanted to make sure he didn't use the phone wrongly.

In fact, it is colonized just like women in general. More specifically, Sejah is like a young girl of her age who is busy waiting for a phone call or a short message from her boyfriend.

After what he said to Bara last night, the colonized didn't really expect much that Bara would contact him. He never broke up, but felt a wedge and uneasiness in his heart all day. Maybe that's how many people feel.

Even so, Dijah could not deny that in the deepest corner of his heart, tucked desire that Bara will ask questions about the news or send a two-line message that most likely will be ignored. That's how complicated women are.

I miss that guy. Even though it was only a day last night Bara did not harm him.

By riding an angkot, before long Dijah had arrived in front of a mini market across the alley of his house. Since then his eyes were fixed on the Polsek yard located next to the alley.

There can't be a bar there he thought. But somehow seeing the place where Bara was often just made him entertained.

"Dul.." call Seized slowly. He pushed the door but it was locked.

"Yes Ma'am" said Dul. The door opened and a sweet little boy's face appeared behind it.

"For what? We go yuk..." He took off his rubber shoes and went inside the house.

"Where?" tanya Dul who held her mother's hand since entering earlier.

"Buy clothes. You said you wanted your home suit shirt. Mother has windfall again. Mbah where?" tanya Sejah while opening the colorful plastic container next to the television table.

"Mbah lanang in the shop. Mbah wedok just came out to the back neighbor. But I want to eat fried chicken too Mom. Still can?" ask Dul.

"Eat fried chicken can also, the money is enough. Let's change clothes first." He pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of trousers for his son to wear.

"If you buy clothes and fried chicken money mom still have the rest?" ask Dul.

"Still, why? What else do you want to buy? Food in the minimarket?" tanya Dijah was curious.

"Not snacks. My snacks are still a lot," replied Dul who was taking off his shorts. Seated sitting facing his son while holding a pair of trousers.

"You have a lot of clothes? From where?" tanya Sejah's.

"Om the corky Bara. Yesterday Om Bara dateng brought in droves of corn trus bring a lot of snacks."

"What did you say?"

"Say thanks"

"Good"

"Oiya, I got this-" Dul ran towards the plastic container and pulled the bottom drawer. The boy took out a plastic containing a neatly folded thin object.

"What's that?" The colonized took the plastic from Dul's hand and took out its contents. It was three photos of Dul marching band at an art show.

"When performing art, all my mothers want to sit down deket om Bara. Return to bring food. Om Bara cool, especially when holding the camera moto me from far away. If I grow up, I want to be like Bara. She's kind. He said he was my father. I'm proud and sad." Dul looked at his mother.

"Mom... You can't say that!" sergeant Sejah who digests every word of his son.

"So mom's mad? Om Bara was not angry when I called dad," said Dul innocently.

"But you can't do that, but Bara is someone else." Hearing what his mother said Dul instantly fell silent. The boy was now sitting staring at his picture.

"Trus om Bara, what are you talking about?" tanya Sejah tried to hide an enthusiastic tone in her question.

"Om Bara nanya, I would not be her son. I all want to go to mom, I can not be her son om Bara? He said he should ask mom first. Because before I became his adopted son, om Bara had to lift mother to wife first. Can you please, Mom?" ask Dul again.

The science of lifting-lifting from where Bara taught his son. Although upset, Sejah smiled listening to Dul's story about the man.

Accidentally, a piece of the story about Bara from Dul became a bit of an entertainer for him.

"The son of a handsome mother," said Dijah while wiping the photo of the professional hand shots slowly.

"Said om Bara she still nyimpen the rest for mom. You haven't been caught yet?"

Sejah shook his head, "maybe om Bara hasn't been able to fit in with mom."

After saying that, Sejah so remembered his phone. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and tapped on his phone screen twice until it lit up.

His eyes looked at the same thing. No incoming phone or a message from Bara.

Afternoon to that afternoon, Sejah invited Dul to a market to buy several sets of home clothes depicting unreasonable superhero cartoon characters.

Colonized using the money given Bara as wisely as possible. When Bara gave him a pinch of 50 thousand denominations, he then learned afterwards that the money amounted to 1.2 million rupiah.

Although he was happy to win the lottery, he used very little of that money. In accordance with the permission he gave to Bara that he would buy Dul clothes. The rest of the money is still neatly stored in his closet

"A color lens is enough? Is there anything else?" tanya Sejah as she and Dul come out of the minimarket.

"Enough. Mine's a lot missing, if there's still one I'm not asking to buy."

"Have things don't forget to take care of. We can not buy every day," said Dijah holding his son's arm.

"When will my mother come again?"

"Why?"

"Later if mom gets a better job, and you're bigger and take care of yourself, we stay together. Do I need to go home again to get you?" tanya Sejah as she and Dul walk down the alley.

"Don't, mom don't stay at home. Later mother beaten father," said Dul relaxed. "I can't wait for you to take me," added Dul, looking up at his mother.

"Today's a whim?" tanya Sejah's.

"Mistake. I got a new shirt, I got sandals. Later my sandals are packed with safety pins can I throw ma'am?"

"Can, throw it away. It can't be used anymore."

"The fried chicken is also delicious," added Dul. Although not a branded fried chicken, it seems like Dul is just having fun.

"Yes, mother came home yes." said Sejah when they arrived at the door. It's late and Sejah is worried if Fredy suddenly comes there.

"If om Bara wants to lift mom to be a wife, mom says yes... I want to be Bara's son. Cool Ma'am... My friends are amazed. Now they want to play with me..."

Colored just grimaced to hear the words of his son. Before stopping an angkot, Dijah again took his phone. Twice tapping the screen and seeing nothing there, Sejah just sighed and went back to saving his phone.

Can't Bara just stay nearby and just stay? Don't say anything. Don't promise anything. They worry about hoping too far.

Who doesn't like to be touched by someone they like? They are also ordinary humans. Young and unmarried. In his head must have crossed his erotic shadow with Bara.

Being attacked is just trying to limit it as much as possible. If Bara had forced him a little, the Colonized might not have been able to resist him. Fortunately, Bara also still understands the limits.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Dijah had again walked down the alley to his boarding place. From the gate he had seen Mak Robin sitting on the front floor of his door and Tini who was behind the woman was holding a tweezers.

Asti was sitting in another plastic chair holding a cell phone.

"I have a motivation for this young catfish" Mak Robin said as Dijah pulled a chair and sat down near his friends.

"Even if you are still poor, you do not need to support motivation. As good as it is, the horror is like a fart. Later if you are already rich Mak, you fart aja people will think you again ngasi words of motivation." Tini laughed out loud.

"It's not because of my friend, I've buried your head in the paret (trench) Tin!" sergeant Mak Robin is upset.

Colored and Asti laughed at Mak Robin's annoyed expression that tried to pinch Tini's calf which was behind her body.

The one who was being watched suddenly fell silent.

"Why Were You Colored?" ask Asti.

"Hapeku is shaking," replied Sejah.

"Look, Ma'am, there's a phone coming in." Asti helped Dijah reach into his pocket.

"Who?" tanya Sejah when the phone has been in Asti's hands.

"Video calls, do not expect Mbak Sejah can also be sweet because it's name-save masnya" replied Asti thrust the phone into the hands of the Sejah.

"Bare Gas.." muttered Colored. Since when did he keep the man's name with the inscription 'MAS BARA'.

"Jah Jawab!" exciting Tini.

"I'm ashamed to see his face. Must've seen it, right?" said Dijah grimacingly holding his phone.

"Video calls are clay. If you want to hold onto it can't. Right here! It will die!" Tini got up snatching the phone from the hands of the colonized.

"Hape is expensive... Not ex! You are plain or bego I sometimes do not understand," said Tini then wipe the phone screen.

"What's the matter....??" tini Sahut.

"Cock you anyway?? Colored where?" bara asked in surprise when she saw Tini's face filling her phone screen.

"Wedjah said he was embarrassed to see the face of Mas Bara, try another time Mas Bara kasi another, so that he would not be embarrassed. Maybe Seized again another kangen," Tini giggled amusedly.

He kicked his friend's feet who didn't care.

"Tie to Colonized dong Tin." said Bara across the phone.

"I think nyampe abroad already street ama cewe-cewe bule. The link is still local. Local meat is softer and more expensive than imported meat."

"Tiniiii.." Bara's tone sounded impatient.

"okay... Okay...." Tini laughed then thrust the phone at Dijah. "Ni Jah! There goes into the room, your mas misses it. Naked for a minute, light the lights. Let your mas lunge in there."

"God... Tini's..." The sound sounded frustrated. Had Dijah followed all of Tini's advice, he would not have been this difficult he thought.

Although Sejah misuh-misuh nagged Tini, but he got out of the chair and went into his room. The cellphone screen showed Bara who was laying his hands on the table and could not be separated staring at Dijah.

I looked at the man's face. The farther away in the land of people, Bara looks more handsome.

The knot on the chest was colonized as if it was unraveling. Makes it feel more relieved to breathe now.

The To Be Continued....

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