CONFESSION STONED
52. Conversation Pieces

She sat facing the laptop at her desk. He opened a file folder titled 'JAH 23 YEARS'. His eyes went through every piece of information and story he had written there.

Bara then switched to another folder that read 'DISJAH DOCUMENTATION'. There he saw dozens of photos of the Seized that he had taken secretly. Neither with a professional camera, nor with a cell phone camera when the woman was unaware of it.

He has become the subject of his research. But Bara has yet to hand over a letter stating the woman's willingness to be loaded with everything about her life and read to the public.

Bara's thesis will be in his college library later. Will be read by those who need information related to the title of the thesis he appointed, 'HARDNESS TO WOMEN IN THE HOUSEHOLD : Socio-Cultural Perspectives and Law'

I take a breath and exhale it slowly. His fingers scrolled the mouse cursor looking at each Seized photo.

Sejah who was wearing a basket on his back and looked down to scavenge the garbage with a flat iron that was bent tip. Seized who was looking up and wiping the sweat on his neck. In misery even Sejah is still very beautiful for him. Especially if the woman is treated as a woman.

The barb bit his lower lip. He wrote the thesis when he did not know the purpose of God to bring him together with the Colonized. But now, Bara feels it is impossible to use the profile of Sejah as research material for the thesis that will be stored maybe for life.

I don't know what God's plan is going forward, but he has fallen for Dijah and his son at once. He did not want to hurt the mother-daughter pair, although it is unlikely that the colonists could know what he wrote in the thesis. I don't want to use that folder anymore.

Bara's gaze continued to follow the direction of the mouse cursor towards the last photo he took with a mobile camera. The photo of him and the colonized at the beginning met first. Bara snaps her while she is in the woman's room and Sejah is sitting in the doorway.

On his forehead was still attached a plaster and the corner of his eye was swollen from the punch. In the photo, Sejah rested his head against the door and was staring at the empty boarding yard. I don't know what the woman was thinking when Bara photographed her.

Unconscious Bara clenched her hand that was on top of the mouse. The flash of memory of Sejah squatting in the police station courtyard while wiping the blood coming out of his nose came back fresh in his memory.

Miraculously, Dijah can still laugh with his friends despite being physically injured. The woman already considered the violence committed on her to be common.

"Berrengsek.." murmured Bara. His handbooks were bleached due to the grip being too tight.

Tomorrow he will take the mother and child to the top. Bara has decided not to use the profile of Dijah as the subject of his research. And tonight he will contact Heru to consult about something.

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"Where the hell are you going? I wasn't invited? You've Heri's permission yet? Later your contract is not connected again if many misses," said Tini who was smoking and sitting on the door of the room Sejah.

"Bara ngajakin Dul to the playground at the top. I want to be connected to anything. I don't think every day I can take Dul for a walk. He's never been anywhere. If he talks about the streets with family, Dul often gawk," replied Dijah who was busy arranging boxes of food into cloth bags.

"I'm not invited!" sergeant Tini after exhaling cigarette smoke.

"Take you to the top? Take the car for half an hour and throw up a bucket. Get out of the car you're not dead, Tin's overflowing!" reply Colored without looking at his friend.

"My end can be closed with a coin. Or I'll take my medicine!" force Tini who desperately wants to come along.

"Emoh! I went with you. Ambyar is there. Emoh! I never wanted to let you date Gatot" said Dijah. Tini snorted when she heard the words of the Sejah.

"Is it sorted? Can we leave now?" tanya Bara who suddenly stood behind Tini.

"Eh, Mas Bara... The handsome is going to the top. Sejah already use the new one. Don't be angry about the stickers, it's free. I'm not calling." Tini stood up from the doorway and inched backwards.

Bara narrowed his eyes looking at Tini who was now standing against the outer wall to give way to Bara.

"So soon the girls have not taken a bath, the cook loses to the Sejah," Bara told Tini.

"Prawan is iyo, but wis ora prawan. (Girl but not a virgin)" said Tini. "Menowo iseh luwih doormat colonized nek dulek (Maybe still more doormat Seized if kneaded)" continued Tini again.

"Haha--" Sejahid laughed out loud when he heard the words of Tini who had now escaped into his room.

"Why? Tini said what?" tanya Bara was a little upset.

"I like to suspect that Tini speaks her language." Bara took the parcel from the hand of the colonized.

"Not to think about. Dizziness if he thinks," said Sejah locked the door of his room.

"It's late afternoon, huh?" tanya Sejah's.

"You don't know, if you don't go home. We want to, don't we?" ask Bara. "Dul can swim in the hotel pool, he must be cool." Bara put his arm around his shoulder like a man talking to his friend. Bara did not realize that his comfort was burdensome for his lover's shoulder.

The city streets on Saturday mornings are not as crowded as a normal day. They had arrived in front of the alley of the house of the colonized old man shortly afterwards.

"I'm the one who comes down, you don't." Seized open the car door when Bara just released his seatbelt. He did not want Bara to follow him to the house at eight in the morning. His father may still be sleeping in front of the television.

He carried his handbag and rushed into the alley. And without needing to knock on the door, Sejah pushed open the thin wooden door of his unlocked home. His mother must be walking slowly to the stall to shop for vegetables. His father still snores in front of the television.

The allegations were true.

"Duullci!!" yelled Sajah near the ear of his lazy father. The old man jumped like a trance. The colonized walk towards the bathroom from which the sound of water is heard.

Dul woke up by himself that morning. Given his plans to travel, it seems that Dul is also worried that he will be late.

"Is it finished?" tanya Sejah from outside the bathroom door.

"Udah ma'am, just brush your teeth. I'm not too late, am I? Om Bara hasn't left yet, has he?" yelled Dul from inside.

"Not yet, it's okay." Sejah dropped his bag to the floor and took out a new pair of Dul clothes he had washed. Another pair he kept in the bag along with the boy's underwear.

"Where's your mom?" ask Mr. Dijah who just woke up.

"To the stall maybe," replied Dijah.

"So go you guys?" ask his father again.

"Yes, I'm talking. My son wakes up alone, takes a bath by himself." The colonized took a towel that stuck on one of the nails on the wall.

"Today I saw Fredy at the shop. He asks who is the same man you are. Whether it's your husband or not. Ngamuk-ngamuk in the shop he said do not take Dul to know other men. I've been telling you anyway," said Mr. Dijah.

"So where should I be? Where do you want me to live? As long as I die I should be afraid of that Fredy? I'm not afraid of him anymore. Died only once, sir! He's going to die too!" sergeant Colored emotion.

"You if you don't know how to fight. Later he came here menggamuk mukulin you just know the taste. He was imprisoned immune. Reported also useless," added Mr. Dijah.

"Eat him he's more suited to death!" terjah exclaims still squatting behind his father. "If I get beaten up with him until he's half dead, you won't be able to save me either. Now threaten to bring Dul. I used to go crazy until I didn't know my son, you guys sodor-sodorin Dul to me let me get sane again. Now he can't be taken anywhere. Maybe if I die, then my father is also happy. Make the important father can sit at the chess game shop just as coffee. I don't count anything important to Dad. My fate is Sir...Sir...." She started sobbing crying outside the bathroom door.

"Mbok yeah belain me once in a while. Another father would die for his daughter. I don't know what my fault was, like I've never lived a life of trouble. But just a minute's gonna be hard...." The sound of crying began to sound loud.

Before long the bathroom door opened and Dul appeared in the doorway.

"Why is mom crying? We're not going, are we? Om Bara left us because I woke up late?" dul asked Dijah who immediately wiped his face with a towel in hand.

"Dul.... Om Bara wait outside ya.." Bara's voice sounded from the yard of the house.

"Yes Om... I'm getting ready. Cepet ma'am, kasian om Bara if we go over." Dul took the towel from his mother's hand and wiped her body quickly.

The To Be Continued.....