CONFESSION STONED
4. Interlude Piece

Thank you to those of you who are trying to understand the world of Sejah and its world :*

I don't forget XD

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"You mulung? Baek (healed) you apparently?" mak Robin asked, who saw that Dijah was wearing the rubber boots he used to go to the landfill.

"Udah. It's okay" said Sejah.

"Rest first Jah, don't you force it." Mak Robin was sitting at the door of her room with a plate of rice in hand.

"The same as Mbok Jum, later no one helped bring his goods to the flea agent. Like yesterday, Mbok Jum only got 5000. I added the money to buy rice lunch," said Dijah had stood neatly facing his interlocutor.

"Busy times you think of people, people never remember to give alms to you Jah... You're still poor" murmured Mak Robin who sometimes dizzy to see the busy Dijah worrying about Mbok Jum. An old woman who lives in a cardboard house with her husband near a garbage dump.

"You want alms must wait rich, when else can I give alms Mak? If my poor are durable, I may not be able to die until I die. Yes, Mom, I'm leaving first. Tell Asti, the clothes I've arranged into the cupboards." He walked away from Mak Robin's door to the fence. As usual he will ride the angkot that turns across the ranks of the shophouse to go to the back of the office.

The dumpster wasn't far away actually. But crossing a large city highway on foot is no easy feat.

Sejah is afraid of crossing the road and crossing vehicles at a speed that is sometimes equal to the speed he spends his search money all day. Very express.

"Well!" mbok Jum shouted from the top of the mountain of garbage when the new Dijah arrived at the place.

Sejah walked towards Mbok Jum while occasionally picking up plastic cups of used mineral water.

"Don't go up high, it'll fall down Mbok." Sejah extended his hand towards Mbok Jum who is still healthy despite being more than 75 years old.

"I got this Jah." Mpok Jum held out a white plastic crackle bearing the name of a large supermarket.

"Whatis that? Come down here," invite Sejah to Mbok Jum who was limped down the mountain of garbage he climbed earlier.

"Let's eat. It's still new. Not the real junk. But the rich don't like it" Mbok Jum said, removing the plastic contents that turned out to be the edge of the peeled bread.

"Want? This is delicious," continued Mbok Jum again.

"Dirty Mbok, later Mbok sick. Kasian your husband will have nothing to take care of" said Dijah.

"So in the top mountain. Not yet another trash. Try this," said Mbok Jum thrusting a loaf of bread. Sealed open his mouth. He could still buy the bread in one piece. But Mbok Jum considers it a luxury food.

"Yes, it's still good. But don't be as gini as Mbok. Mbok Jum is sick. I went around first yes, got nothing. Later in the afternoon I want to squirm Dul before leaving for work. Kasian, the allowance must be abis."

"Is your mom healthy?"

"Seehat-sehat is all. Fortunately it can still cook for Dul." Sejah rose towards the cottage of cardboard house Mbok Jum and took a basket that is usually attached to the shoulder to pick up used goods.

"Wear Jah's hat, baby your face will be charred!" yell Mbok Jum. "Kasian, raine slick (his face is pretty). Babe bojone jerky (his husband is crazy)!" mutt Jum is alone.

Mbok Jum is actually more pity than Sejah. Together wander into the big city with her son, but Mbok Jum and her husband have been for years abandoned by her children who she said migrated and worked elsewhere.

Two boys Mbok Jum vanished like swallowed by the earth. Leaving behind parents who should have rested in their old age.

For two hours he walked around the dump. The result of picking up a cup of mineral water is quite a lot. Even so, if weighed the weight must be no more than two kilograms.

Seated sitting in front of the cardboard house Mbok Jum separated some thick cardboard and baby milk cans he got.

"I'm done, going to the besiegers?" tanya Sejah to Mbok Jum.

"I haven't, you go first. What time is it?" ask Mbok Jum. The colonized reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small polyponic cell phone that was tied around him by a rubber band.

"At 11pm, no laper?" tanya Sejah's.

"Yet, yes you did first. I continued again. That's why it's rubber picketed?" ask Mbok Jum.

"The battery bunting," replied Sejah chuckling.

"Eatya if malem should not be combined with other objects. So not cut." Mbok Jum laughed.

"Where to go from here?" ask Mbok Jum again.

"I'm going to buy two cartons of mineral water. There's a graduation ceremony at the hotel next door. Rame. That's good if you run out of two cartons. I trade outside. Yes, Mbok, I'm first."

After putting the items he was about to sell into a plastic sack, Dijah walked away from the landfill and walked to a nearby collecting agent.

Not far away, but if you walk, Dijah can be drenched in sweat. The colon observes the scales and numbers of the calculator that the agent taps very quickly.

"2 kilos of this plastic, 8 thousand yes Jah. Your carton I bought a seed. It's a nice carton, often used by people to move. Only 10 thousand. There are 3 to 30 thousand. Total is 38 thousand. Agree Jah?" ask the agent to him.

"agree. Where is the money?" tanya Sejah was impatient. Not good income that day because of the thick cigarette cartons he obtained earlier.

The colonized quickly pocketed his money and went down the road to a grocery store to buy medium-sized mineral water.

His stomach was hungry, but seeing the crowd in front of the hotel where ordinary people often held events made the business spirit of the colonized overflow. He had to bring a little extra that day.

Three hours stand among the ranks of florists, dolls, photojournalists, children's toys, fry merchants, and ice traders, finally, the colonizer can use two medium-sized mineral water cartons for a total of 48 bottles.

The profit is 500 rupiah bottles. Proudly, he pocketed his net income of 24 thousand. Plus the income later tonight, the money could be enough to buy new school shoes for Dul.

Since entering Kindergarten 6 months ago, the boy is still wearing a pair of white shoes that he has been wearing everywhere since the age of 4 years. That's the advantage of buying children's shoes larger than the actual size of the foot, '' he thought. The shoes are resistant to wear for years as long as the tread part does not want to secede like Timor Leste.

Sejah has been at home since 3 pm this afternoon, he has cooked rice and raised an egg as his lunch. After bathing and changing into good clothes, Dijah again prepared to go to his parents' house to visit Dul.

"You want to see Dul?" mak Robin asked.

"Yes,"

"Your head is not that! So the gray hair that I saw earlier," said Tini who was sitting on a plastic chair while holding Mak Robin's head and a tweezers to look for the middle-aged woman's gray hair.

"Oh!" said Mak Robin.

"Great craving to your father's house Jah. If I were you, I would have had a father like that. Not useful." Tini looked at the face of Sejah who was still standing in front of them.

"There's still his mama at home!" hatch Mak Robin hit Tini's calf.

"I want to go home like before. I think my dad knows money. Dizziness!" sergeant Tini who has red hair like fire.

"Ouch!! It's my white hair you pulled Tini out! Don't hair the item!" Mak Robin rubbed his head that hurt.

Sejah laughed then left his neighbor to the highway and looking for angkot to ride.

It was not until half an hour that Dijah had returned down the alley where he was beaten and dragged by Fredy yesterday.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was about to sink and the sky was dark. He wanted to give rice money and side dishes to his son and had to rush back to work.

From a distance Dijah saw Dul who was standing and mobbed by several other children his age. Someone among the children looked bigger.

"Say you want Dul. You asked to buy your mother there! Don't take people's food. I put it here, now it doesn't even exist. You must have taken it."

"Nothing. Really, I don't take it. I'm the last one here. Trus went straight to the game. This is my drawing card I still hold. How do I get your fried chicken." The voice of Dul lamat-goal sounded in the ear of Dijah.

"Why Dul?" tanya Sejah when she arrived near her son.

"Heh Dul Your mother Dateng. Ask your mother to change my fried chicken. That expensive, there's a brand. Not the one on the fifth leg" one child told Dijah.

"You took it?" tanya Sejah to her son. Dul shook his head.

"You've been honest with mom?" ask Colored again. Dul nodded. "Now you talk to your friends," Pinta Dijah.

"I didn't take the fried chicken. Dul no take ma'am," said Dul almost crying.

"Have you eaten?" tanya Sejah's. Dul nodded. The boy's tears almost spilled.

"Have you heard everything? It wasn't Dul who took it. They can be eaten by cats. You look for the real one" said Dijah to the child who reported to him.

"But Mother Dul can change my fried chicken" said the boy again.

"Why should I change something that Dul doesn't eat? I believe the same Dul said. Why do I have to take responsibility for mistakes my son didn't make?" tanya Sejah half lowered her head while holding her son.

"Let's go," asked Dijah to hold his son.

"Mom believe me?" tanya Dul looked up while sobbing.

"Mom believe. Why should you not believe. Dul son mother. I have to trust Dul more than anyone else. That's why Dul must always be honest with mom. Know you?" tanya Sejah looked at the top of her son's head. He saw Dul nod.

"I'm not the one who took it. First look there is a box of fried chicken there. I also want to. But I don't take anyone."

"Yes good, now we buy fried chicken. You should also try the brand-name fried chicken to know the taste." He continued to hold his son's arm out of the alley and down the highway past the police station and an SPBU.

Just next to the SPBU lies a popular fried chicken restaurant serving on-site drive thru and dining services.

Straight in and in line at the cashier. Dul eyes sparkled at the lights and small toys gift fried chicken package that was hung to attract the interest of the boy like him.

"Where do you want toys?" tanya Sejah's.

"That's Mom!" exclaim Dul pointed at a cute shark-shaped plastic toy holding a ball.

"Yes. Ma'am! The package with the toy is one. To take home yes," said Dijah to the cashier.

"44 thousand rupiah," said the cashier. The colonized reached into his pocket and took out a small fraction of a note and lined it up on the table.

After calculating the amount, Dijah offered the money.

Spend the money shopping a day for a whole batch of fried chicken for Dul. He approached a sink and washed his son's hands.

"Where do you eat?" tanya Sejah later.

"Sit there, can you, ma'am? I'm bored at home" said the boy.

"Come, there's an empty chair. We'll just sit there." Sejah took his son to occupy one seat located in the corner.

The mother and son sat side by side facing the highway and a small garden belonging to a fried chicken restaurant.

Dul hurriedly opened his chicken box. The boy's eyes were stunned just by the sight of a few sheets of tomato sachet sauce.

"Eat," Pinta Dijah looked at his son. Dul began pinching his chicken and stuffing the crispy chicken's outermost layer into his mouth.

Sejah tore the sauce packet and put it on the rice paper that had been stretched first.

"Enak Ma'am. Mommy wants? I have to taste it too." Dul again pinched the fried chicken and fed it to the mouth of the Sejah.

"Nake?" ask Dul. Sejah chewed his chicken and nodded.

"Enak. But you eat, you're full." He rubbed his son's head.

"I will be diligent to learn if you eat this often," said Dul Polo.

"Bas with you,"

"When should I buy Ma'am?" ask Dul again.

The shoe? The money collected today is only a few pieces left because of the package of good fried chicken.

The sky was dark, and his stomach was also hungry watching Dul who was so greedy eating fried chicken and white rice.

Seen looking at the sweet face of his son. Dul's shirt collar has holes. And his son's flip-flops have been wearing safety pins to hold the rope and tread together. It was unfortunate that Dul thought. Even a pair of shoes he could not afford to buy his son.

"Should be patient, mother, find money first. Later if the mother's money a lot, the mother bought sandals and clothes all together. You just don't be naughty. According to what Mbah wedok said. Learn the pinter. If you are interested, you can go to a cheap school. You also helped my mother. Yes Dul?" tanya Sejah looked at her son's face.

Dul nodded without seeing his mother.

Suddenly,

"Dul's mom didn't eat? Let's eat together. Also today I want to eat fried chicken." Bara came to hold a tray full of food and placed it in front of the Colonized.

Bara then pulled the chair across from the mother and the child folded his arms while smilingly looking at Dijah and Dul alternately.

The newly colonized realized that Bara's eyelashes are very long and pliable.

The To Be Continued.....