CONFESSION STONED
44. Happy Dinar

"Try backrest, I'll use seatbelt first." Bara clenched his mouth. He was worried that he would smile widely because since then it felt happiness bursting in his chest.

Similar in those movies, Bara thought. The female only remained stiff, and the man dressed the seatbelt affectionately.

Bara could feel the Sejah breath on her down neck grabbing the seatbelt on the left side. Although the seatbelt hook had been grasped since, Bara made his movement so slowly. He lingered feeling the friction of his chest with the body of the Colored. Nothing sneaky he thought, together with Colonized he must be smart to find the moment.

When she had clenched the seatbelt, Bara again leaned her body to kiss the cheek of the woman next to her. His mouth was unceasingly smiling. Bara has not been able to forget how Dijah dared to hold him in front of Tini.

"You want to go to Mbok Jum's place?" ask Bara.

"Yes, get there." He nodded but had not yet looked. Face blushing. The lips of the Bara had just landed on his cheek. His stomach seemed to be churning from remembering... Seized shaking. He wanted to knock his head to let out a flash of shadow about something about Bara.

"We have breakfast first. Abis from there I anter to Mbok Jum's place," Bara said grabbing Dijah's right hand and pecking at the back of the hand. Then he put in the gears and started driving the car.

He pulled his right hand back into his lap. Slowly without Bara's knowledge, he rubbed the back of his hand. Bara was the first man to kiss her hand. He looked up at the street in front of him.

He looked at the streets in front of him. Now he is confused how to tell Dijah not to join Mbok Jum scavenging. He can replace all of the income of the Colonized. But giving Sejah the money after what they did last night doesn't seem like a good idea.

"You want Mbok Jum, right?" ask Bara in the end.

"Yes," sahut Colored.

"I have something for Mbok Jum ya Jah... Kasian if it's old it still has to be grand." Bara glanced at the direction of the Colonized. "Where her husband is sick..."

"His husband is dead" replied Dijah.

"Huh? When?"

"The day I fought in the courtyard," replied Dijah flatly.

"I drop something for Mbok Jum, you will be there. I can't stay long because I haven't had a conversation with my dad." Bara drove the car to where he and his college friends used to have breakfast. A chicken porridge shop in front of a mini market.

"I used to eat breakfast here. The trade is a former TNI member who retired. His name is Sugeng. Every Friday, Mr. Sugeng free his porridge. Bayangin... He was just a street vendor. But he's helping college students improve nutrition at the end of the week." Bara parked his car in front of the minimarket.

"Great" muttered Sejah looking out the window where Mr. Sugeng was serving two buyers who were standing near his cart.

"What's great again, even though he's free for people in need, other buyers always pay more to him. One kindness can provoke another. Yuk down..." Bara took off the Seized seatbelt and grabbed the woman's bag then exited the car.

Bara circled the car and stood holding the passenger door that had just been opened by Dijah.

"Here is the bag," said Dijah grabbed the best handbag he bought for 75 thousand in the market.

"No, let me hold it. You are acquaintances of Mr. Sugeng first," said Bara memgamit arm then embrace the woman's shoulder and walk closer to the cart.

"Sir Sugeng... How are you?" sapa Bara's. The old man he called out immediately looked up and smiled widely.

"Mahr... How are you doing? Long time no look. This who?" asked Mr. Sugeng glanced at Dijah. His hands were still busy concocting the two bowls of porridge before him.

"It's Colored Sir, marked his face huh... If you're not here with me, please report immediately." Bara laughed as she rubbed the shoulders of Sejah who also smiled.

Bara brought Sejah to two bench chairs facing a long table right on the minimarket terrace. When he saw Mr. Sugeng lifting a tray, Bara hurriedly approached the old man and took over the tray.

"Let me sir," said Bara to take the tray.

"Definitely special?" asked Mr. Sugeng glanced at Dijah as a gesture to Bara.

"Doain" Bara said.

"Amin," replied Mr. Sugeng sweeping his hands to his face. Bara chuckles to see the action of Mr. Sugeng.

Bara put a tray of porridge in front of Dijah then went into the minimarket to buy two bottles of mineral water.

"You have breakfast first, yes, we also pack for Mbok Jum. You relax here first," said Bara again embracing Dijah and rubbing the woman's arm.

Re-tutored nodded. His heart was very calm side by side with Bara. Every time he was with that man, all the burdens of his heart seemed to be gone. The gaping gap between them also looks faint because of Bara's always optimistic attitude.

Spending half that morning talking to Dijah and seeing the woman smiling as her jokes made Bara more flowery.

His mood is very good. And when delivering the Sejah to Mbok Jum place, Bara equipped the Colonized with various kinds of food that he bought before going there. The colonized could not refuse a pinch of 100 thousand denominations that Bara entrusted to Mbok Jum under the pretext that Mbok Jum did not need to scavenge used goods in the next few weeks.

"It's mostly. Mbok Jum could have been robbed of his money. Money never much ever crossed from under the pillow when the cottage was abandoned," said Dijah.

"You set how many Mbok Jum ngasi every day. You buy anything that is needed Mbok Jum, do not pack everything. Accompany Mbok Jum just chat, do not bring hot. How's it?" tanya Bara smiled winning. He could find reasons that could not be rejected colonized again.

"Yes, if so," said Sejah then. Upon seeing the agreed look on the woman's face, Bara released the seatbelt and pointed her body towards the Sejah.

The sun almost rose overhead, and in the car with a dark content of 80% glass, Bara again kissed the lips Sejah without hesitation. His hands palpated and squeezed the stomach of the Sejahideen and infiltrated the woman's hips.

It's good to have a car, Bara thought. Tomorrow he will consider always bringing a car if he is dating Dijah. At least before parting ways, he could kiss the woman hot for the whole day.

While releasing his kiss, Bara realized that his hand was just lying stiff on his lap. Bara grabbed that hand and placed the Sejahated palm onto his cheek.

"Every time try this." said Bara then kissed the palm of the hand. Stitched Jemari spontaneous stiff.

"Oh yeah, I'm down..." He pulled his hand from Bara to get his bag strap. Dawdling with Bara makes Dijah lazy to do activities.

"Be careful, Jah... Inget-kalo want to see Dul, must be with me." Back to remind. "My jacket was brought? Let's go home, my jacket is made yes." cried Bara from the car. Sejah nodded then waved and walked into the alley.

Bara felt her stomach flutter strangely. He then shuddered. "Aw Sejah.." he muttered alone as he drove the car back to his house.

Sunday afternoon at his home, Mr. Wirya was watching television waiting for his wife to set the dining table.

"How to go home, Mom?" exclaimed Mr. Wirya from the family room.

"Not yet." replied Ms. Yanti.

Bara soon appeared while singing the song 'She Will Be Loved' Maroon 5.

I don't mind spendin' every day

(I don't mind spending my days)

Out on your corner in the pourin' rain

(In your place in the rain)

Look for the girl with the broken smile

(Finding a girl whose smile is bitter)

Ask her if she wants to stay a while

(Therefore is willing to stop for a while)

Bara put the car keys in a ceramic bowl next to the television. Mr. Wirya furrowed an eyebrow looking at his eldest son.

She will be loved

And he will be loved

She will be loved

And he will be loved

Bara kept on kicking while looking at his father. Mr. Wirya also shook his head following the song Bara.

"Don't go home all night, and don't feel guilty. Cheerful, laughs often and I don't think you're afraid of being angry. Ready to take a risk?" asked Mr. Wirya still staring at Bara who confirmed his hair through a mirror graphite on the wall of the family room.

Instead of answering the father, Bara continued the song.

Tap on my window knock on my door

Tap on my window, knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

I want to make you feel beautiful

I know I tend to get so insecure

I know I tend to feel uncomfortable

It doesn't matter anymore

That's not important anymore

"It turns out there are patients who are in love in this house," said Mr. Wirya in the end. Hearing his father's words, Bara laughed.

Dr. Wirya Satyadarma S.Psi, MS/AT, MFCC, DCH., Psychologist is a clinical psychologist who teaches at a university. One of the founders of the psychology faculty at which he once served as rector.

His title was long like a train. To make his own children less. Mr. Wirya is a psychologist in Indonesia who has certification in Art Therapy.

In addition, Father Bara also obtained the title of Marriage Family and Child Counselor and other titles from America. He has written numerous books on psychology, psychotherapy and sports.

Bara, who was raised by his father since childhood, felt lucky. Being in the care of the man was free from the various pressures that parents often put on their children.

Bara feels free to determine her life even though the mother is still a mother who often warns about her education which includes slow.

"Let's eat," take Wirya up from the sofa to the dining room.

"I take a shower first" Bara said walking up the stairs. His mouth did not stop smiling. And shortly after locking his room, Bara took off his clothes until the remaining tight boxer that had been seen yesterday was colonized.

He put both his hands on his waist. With a smugly face made up, Bara approached the large glass near the bathroom door.

With one hand resting on the glass frame, Bara touched her chin. He looked at his body from top to bottom. Bara was admiring himself because he felt he had managed to make Dijah groan and convulsively grip his arm.

"Hmmm... Well, tomorrow-tomorrow I can repeat again, right? Like yesterday I was in a hurry." said Bara when he saw his reflection. Finished saying that to himself, Bara threw his body on the bed and covered his face.

"Oh Jah... Before I try I'm tormented. I try to be even more tormented." She covered her head with a pillow. Trying his hardest to dispel his memories of the face of the Sejahated with his half-open mouth under his body.

The memory of the view of the lower part of his body when entering the Column was as if he did not want to leave. Bara patted the pillow that was on top of his head.

The To Be Continued.....