CONFESSION STONED
50. Surprise Stickers

The next morning, Sejah just finished bathing and intends to visit Mbok Jum. At first, friends often ask why Dijah prefers to meet and chat with Mbok Jum rather than his own mother.

Not many know, that although Dijah was the youngest of five children, he never received treatment like a youngest child in general.

The Sejah Mother who had always been a typical 'nrimo' could not do much other than carry out her duties as a housewife and grandmother who cooked food for her granddaughter.

Mr. Dijah never had a regular job. Before all his children donated monthly money for his survival, Mr. Dijah worked as a lecturer in a shackle building.

Basically a slacker. Since long ago, Mr. Sejah never lasted to work anywhere. There's only reason.

On the second day, Mr. Dijah used to start complaining about unsuitable coworkers, the third day he began to protest about the wages he judged too small. And the fourth day various diseases began to appear. From starting joint pain, ulcers, to his whining that recurred periodically when he could not sit in the stall.

The stalls that were open every day except for the doomsday, were indeed very troubling for mothers. The sight of a wife forcibly picking up her husband like Intel abusing a CTF is very common.

Chess gambling bets in the stall was not much. Only 1000 rupiah. With a capital of 50 thousand rupiah only, one can sit facing a pawn for three days and three nights because the turnover of money there is very slow.

That made Dijah lazy to talk to his mother. Madam Sejah never blamed her father. Despite knowing what his father was doing, the mother of the Sejah did the refurbishment.

Seamed was combing her hair when the goal-goal heard Tini's voice from the next room.

"I'm proud to have you." - Tini.

He wondered who his friend was talking to but he had not finished dressing. The colonized took out a bra he had just bought and washed dry. For a moment he stared at his reflection in the mirror and cupped a pair of his chest with his palm.

After a long time not thinking too much about the appearance, now Sejah often pecked his face long enough in the mirror. And usually after looking at his reflection for quite a while, the Colored will mutter.

"I can like it..." Sejah is still curious what Bara sees from him until the man is willing to enter into his chaotic life.

"Boy! Where's speaker? Ekaterin! Sing in the yard!" yell Tini outside.

Bara said he would stop by that morning to his boarding house and drive him to Mbok Jum's place before he left for his office. He sprayed the eau de cologne he bought in the mini market to the neck.

After making sure she was fragrant enough to be close to Bara, Dijah opened the door to her room.

"Who were you talking to?" tanya Sejah to Tini who was sitting with a cup of coffee and a cigarette in her hand.

"Which one? Did I talk?" Tini asked back.

"I'm proud to have you? Is there a new boyfriend in the room?" tanya Sejah's.

"Oh that... I'm talking about my money. No new girlfriend yet. I'm still a prospect for Yudi. Later in the day I'll pretend to shop at the market."

"Ooh.." said Dijah.

Still standing for a while near Tini, a large red motorbike came into the yard and stopped in front of them.

Bara shut off the engine and opened the glass helmet.

"For Tini." said Bara from behind her helmet.

"Modafr... Lemes my knee Jah," said Tini who made Bara immediately laugh.

I am also a modar Tin, said Dijah in heart. The charm of the inner outer ember does make his knee always weak.

"Before going to eat first yuk," said Bara lifting the package that had been attached to the handlebar motorbike. After opening his helmet Bara walked closer to Dijah.

"Enak ya Jah's... You were made like a motorbike too. Abis was driven but kept in-maintenance. I'm yo gelem." said Tini.

Not wanting to hear Tini's absurd chatter for longer, Bara held her arm Sejah into the room.

"Tini nyamain nyamain yam motor." Bara put the parcel on the plastic table and then opened the jacket.

"Well, which jacket is here?" ask Bara.

"It's in the closet. Wanna fetch? There are two of them" said Dijah then opened his closet and took two coats.

"One day, a jacket tucker. This one was washed again yes," said Bara put the jacket he had been wearing into a basket of dirty clothes owned by the Sejah.

Bara picked up one of the neatly folded jackets from his hand and inhaled the scent of the jacket momentarily in front of his nose.

"Why?" tanya Sejah was a little surprised. He was somewhat worried that the results of washing and ironing did not meet Bara standards.

"It's okay. I love the smell of freshly picked clothes from the closet. Eat Jah, laper..." Bara threw his body on the floor and leaned against the edge of the bed.

Colored put a plate and spoon in front of Bara. Then followed a glass of water. Colored crouched in front of Bara for a moment to take out the package and put it on the plate.

"Ketoprak.." murmured Sewn while opening the rubber binder on the wrapping paper.

"Yes ketoprak... Wanted again. Tasty," said Bara with a gaze toward the Sejah hemisphere that poked due to the pressure from his knees while crouching.

I let out a heavy breath. After feeling the body of the colonized seemed to live Bara could not be normal. Heru reprimanded him for being late in handing over the news to the editor.

If previously fantasizing was enough to meet his biological needs, but now it feels impossible anymore.

"You eat too, take the plate there." Bara rubbed his arm.

"Yes, this is eating too. You eat first," said Dijah thrust the ketoprak that has been transferred to the plate.

Bara instantly lifted his plate and immediately spooned the first mouthful.

Before long it sounded like music was playing from the direction of the page. And Boy's voice began to fill all the boarding houses.

Nine staples in fuck

So that no fret and grow friendly

All it takes is love

One must be faithful, one must be jealous

Three understandings, four longs

Five lots of compliments, six often twos

Seven attentions, eight nine becomes dear

(Sembako Cinta - Thomas Djorghi)

Boy's voice flowed through portable speakers as big as a cabin suitcase that could be dragged everywhere.

Shortly after, the music stopped.

"Hey Tini! What'sthat??" yelled Boy with his mic.

"God! Shithead! Just ngagetin! Matiin your mic first," Tini's sergeant.

"Why are you Tini Suketi?" Boy's voice sounded curious. Likewise with the Sejah who was listening to their conversation from inside the room.

"Here you go, it's a secret." Tini whispered but still sounded quite clearly.

"This is really no one knows. Secret. All you know is me, you Boy, Mak Robin, Asti..."

"Many times you know! It's no secret that Tini!" mak Robin.

Asti and Boy sound giggling. He is getting curious.

"Don't follow the strange Tini yes." said Bara then rubbed the back of the Sejah. Ember is like reading the mind of the Sejah who a moment ago will break through to the outside.

"You can go right away, we go now. I can't stay long. Want to do something so that the day after tomorrow go the streets are good. If not run, then I called the phone-phone ama mas Heru. Love the rest of him," Bara said rising from his seat. He then took a folded jacket and put it on.

"Can, leave now." Sejah took his bag from the handle of the closet.

"This is first." said Bara when Colored directly through it to open the door. "Every once in a while hug me first," said Bara hugging and kissing the neck of Dijah.

After hugging tightly and inhaling the scent of the Colored neck and head, Bara let go of the woman and held her out of the room.

Tini, Asti, Boy and Mak Robin immediately looked at them.

"What's wrong?" tanya Sejahat on four people sitting with stiff faces. The four people shook their heads simultaneously.

Colored was suspicious, but then took a pink helmet from Bara's motorcycle handlebar and put it on. The four also stared at Bara who was wearing his helmet.

"What the hell is it?" ask Bara. The four people also shook their heads together.

Although shrouded in suspicious feelings, Dijah left the boarding house by sitting sweetly hugging the waist of his lover.

"Don't be hot, yes" Bara said, pinching her cheek lightly after opening the woman's helmet. "Let me be hot. You don't," Bara continued.

"Be careful," said Dijah then walked away from Bara who immediately turned the motor.

Actually, that morning there will be a meeting with the editor. But Bara misses the Colonized. He took the time to stop by the cost even if only to see or hug his lover for a while.

After parking his motorbike, Bara rushed to the desk and grabbed his laptop to go to the meeting room. Upon arrival there, Bara breathed a sigh of relief. The meeting has not yet begun and he has also arrived early.

"Fwildah...." Bara threw his body in a chair and opened his laptop.

Bayu is seen entering the meeting room and waving towards Bara.

"Cie... Who has been self-proclaimed," said Bayu patted Bara's shoulder. Bara scrunched his forehead not understanding what Bayu said.

"Mas Bara's... Salam ama Mbak Dijah ya.." said a female employee who just entered while carrying her laptop.

"Greetings tell Dijah yes Ra.." welcome Abdul an economic journalist while punching Bara's arm slowly.

"What the hell... How do you know about being colonized? The noisy Lo must be this," Bara accused Bayu next to him.

"Mas Bara's... I'm heartbroken!" exclaimed Anne Heru's secretary who also just arrived.

"What the hell is Bay?" tanya Bara was curious.

"Kok even nanya. It was seen Mas Bara's motorbike, had dared to masang soan on his cool bike, yes must be prepared with consequences." Bayu spoke while turning on his laptop.

Bara glared at me for remembering one thing. He then rushed half-run back to the motor park. When he got there he bit his lip. A large sticker inscribed with 'HARTA TAHTA DIJAH' stuck tightly to the striking color on his right motor tank.

"TINIIIIII" curse Bara alone. How does he remove the sticker if later Tini will definitely tell Dijah if he releases it. Although the Colonized certainly did not forbid him to release it, but it would certainly make the Sejah discouraged.

Throughout the rest of the meeting, Bara received congratulations for giving up his singles and was considered so kasmaran for buying his favorite motorcycle with a colorful glitter sticker with the name of his lover.

The To Be Continued.....

Who has not connected about stickers, please read part 45 yes... 😘

Don't forget the liking is dear Mas Bara...