CONFESSION STONED
76. Clinging Night

"Lo come to the cave!" exclaim Bara on Dona who looks awry because he saw Bara so panicked.

"Where is Mas?" dona asked running around the front of the car towards the seat next to the driver.

Bara did not answer Dona directly. The man's left index finger raised to his lips as a gesture to Dona to close her mouth immediately. Bara pulled out the phone and immediately searched Heru's name on the contact list.

When he came out of the Polsek and Bara yard turned to the right, he saw the remnants of Dul snacks that were scattered on the asphalt and covered by riders. His blood was boiling.

"Mas! Mas Heru! This bara!" panggi Bara when Heru answered his phone.

"Yes, tau. There's a name" said Heru flat across the phone.

"Mas, I want nyusulin to be colonized. He went to that barn. The place of the bastard Fredy. Long story. Please call Heryadi. I can't wait for the early hours. Now, just me, now. I don't feel good!" Bara has driven his car towards the port.

"You don't be rash Ra! It was you who was the victim."

"I don't want to be rash. I don't want to either. But get cut up there. Help me. Call Heryadi mas I'm on my way to the warehouse near the port."

"Don't get involved in Ra's violence!" exclaimed Heru before Bara ended the call and immediately looked for the phone number of Sejah.

The police could not be contacted. The phone is inactive.

Maradona looked at Bara with a timid expression. He has worked long enough in the news daily TERM. But he felt not too close to Bara to find out how the cousin of the company's director.

"Sorry Mas Bara, but I don't know who Dul is. His father was sadistic. I was broken but he hit me. All of his neighbors were sleeping, but he said it was common. As his mother Dul left the alley, there were still some neighbors standing there. I asked his neighbor. That's why I know it's Dul's mother."

"All can only squirm," murmured Bara.

"You can tell, Dul's mom-it-"

"Don's girlfriend. Dul's mother is my girlfriend. Who killed her son, her ex-husband. Fucking men who only dare with women and children."

Hearing Bara's reply, Dona was silent. He felt his seatbelt, making sure he was wearing it properly.

He drives his car at an above average speed. Turn to the left and right by avoiding other riders. Sometimes Bara even curses and stomps the steering wheel when it has to stop at a red light. His head too often turned towards the clock on his wrist restlessly. He was afraid of being late.

"So, me?" dona asked when they were 20 minutes away.

"Lo. Snagging regular kayaks."

Bara through the dark road to the harbor. The streets are always filled with big trucks as fellow asphalt wearers.

Bara already knows where the shophouse that according to the last information made Fredy as a drug factory in recent months.

The shophouse is behind the harbor. There are many government offices around there. But its existence in the middle of the city is indeed intentional. As if leading people to think, that it is a reasonable business shophouse. From the information obtained by Bara last time, the shophouse was also used as a swallow nest industry.

"That's a big piece of shit! There's no one" Dona said.

"That's the rukonya. The door is not neat, there is light from the gap. It looks like it's not locked, the cave's down. You're in the car." I stopped to catch my breath nervously. "Gini, dug cave. You know if the cave already nelfon mas Heru. But the cave could not wait until they came. If 15 minutes the cave does not come out after getting in there, you take this car. Hit that shop door!" tukas Bara looked at the face of Dona who looked doubtful.

"But Mas. it's la-people property"

"The guts! Move here You hunt!" I opened the car door and pointed to the driver's seat. Dona got up and set her foot to move.

"Don't forget to snore too!" bara's orders then go running towards the shophouse door. His car is parked at a distance of approximately 30 meters from here right door.

"Where did nerobos get there? Car while snooping?" lamented Dona.

Bara was just about to peek out of the crack of the shophouse when her ears heard a stifled voice of Dijah who was coughing and like he was cursing.

"Lep-fit me. An-jung!!"

PLAKK!!

The sound of a punch hitting the body instantly sounded. With the energy and emotion that the embers accumulate during the trip, he can open the aluminum rolling door with just one pull.

Fredy seemed to be gripping the collar of the shirt worn Sejah until it squeezed the base of the woman's throat. Colored body already booked the shop pole. His hand tried to hit Fredy's arm and flailed the man's face.

The first thing he had to do was kick Fredy to keep the man away from the Colonized. Bara has been wearing thick-soled shoes branded Timberland that can crumble the fingers of a boy if accidentally crushed with the shoes.

If he could step on Fredy's neck to death with those shoes, it wouldn't include premeditated murder because he had no weapons but his clothes on.

When Bara's right leg hit Fredy's right side, the man fell over and hit a small table where several cups of coffee, mineral water, cigarettes and meth-sucking media were located. Fredy.

Bara did not have time to look at the Colonized. From a flash of his vision, he saw Dijah slumping against the wall of the pillar and turned towards him with a flat gaze. There was no emotion of surprise on the woman's face.

Fredy was groaning holding his back. After neutralizing his surprised expression, Fredy turned his head around the room like he was looking for something. And perhaps when he realized some of the friends he had driven away were nowhere to be seen, Fredy grabbed a plastic chair and threw it at Bara.

Just dodging a little. The chair crashed and bounced several times on the floor until it finally hit the door of the shophouse noisily.

BUGG!!

Bara kicked Fredy back in the chest. The man went back to the back.

"Where is Lo's energy? How can you torture women and children? Father fuck!!" maki Bara again kicked Fredy's body who tried to roll away from Bara's feet which were pointed at his head.

"Where? Sewn up nice, right? How many times have you slept? How much money did he get? Once a bitch, stay a bitch!" Fredy tried to get up and laughed.

Fredy came back off guard as he was about to change his position. The coal kick back towards his chest. Fredy again strayed into a large scale commonly used to weigh sacks containing swallow nests.

Bara ducked down to scoop Fredy's shirt collar.

"He's been hurt too often because of Lo! Barbarians!" pekik Bara's.

BUGG!!

"Lo's bitchy mouth is more suited to being destroyed!!" shouting Bara.

BUGG!!

"The dickest guy!!" bara said.

BUGG!!

Fredy's nose spewed fresh blood after Bara's third blow. His hand was already sore when it hit Fredy's face which was already half-fainted for the third time. His face and eyes were reddened by emotion.

On his head was Sejah who was smiling happily as he grasped a pair of shoes for Dul. Those cheap shoes are so happy to be colonized. No need for expensive things to make the woman happy. He realized that Sejah's eyes were always sparkling while preparing a plate of food for him.

Colored who often looks shy because of his indifference despite always trying to behave normally. Who often sat clutching his legs as if it was his self-defense. Who dare to go anywhere alone but happy even if only accompanied to the bathroom in the middle of the night. They just want to be loved. Bara's heart felt squeezed so much pain.

"The dickest guy!!"

BUGG!!

Tears of Bara pooled. Imagining the cold, rough Colored actually just wants to be protected and listened to. They can also cry just because they miss. But the woman now had to be battered.

The woman who was so difficult near him, many times said to be a bitch and a prostitute in front of him.

BUGG!!

Bara again slammed his fist into Fredy's bloodied face.

******

The room feels swirling. Why is there a bar in that room all of a sudden. Why did the man get there. He felt the blood flowing warmly out of his nose. He touched his face. Everything hurts. Then his hand touched the back of his head. His fingers traced a wound that he had always questioned its origin.

The seven-centimeter-long stitch wound on the back of his head was apparently from Fredy. One by one the painful memories came to the surface. She covered her ears. He was trying to block the bad memories from re-entering the cells in his brain.

Memory as he repeatedly stood on the edge of the overpass and intended to jump. A memory of walking barefoot for an entire night when a doctor said she was pregnant.

He's gone mad. He must have gone mad, thought the colonist. Seized sitting folding legs and leaning against the wall of the pole. Both of his hands hugged his feet tightly. He was watching Bara repeatedly kick Fredy until the man could barely stand up.

"*Said om Bara, I could be his adopted son if mother became wife om Bara."

Dul's voice filled his head*.

"*We're going, aren't we? Why is Mom crying? So, um, have you left first?"

One of Dul's so pitiful questions came back to his ear, Sejah*.

"*Why can't I see Bara again Mom?"

The man started crying. His hands are hugging his feet more and more*.

"I don't want to be colonized, I don't want you to stay that way. We have so much, I love you. I love Dul... You are the heart? You know, I'm sincere. I lied about the accident so you wouldn't worry. No other meaning."

"Everything I do is sincere. I'm sincere Jah, from the beginning I was always sincere. Even though we are like that. I have no intention of making our relationship joking."

Sejah looked up, staring at Bara's lower back and showering Fredy's face with a punch. Fredy will soon be dead, thought the colonized. Bara could kill Fredy tonight.

The words of Bara that were so heartbreaking again appeared in his head. Bara is too good, the man is too good. Bara's life is too good to spend with a woman whose entire life is almost useless.

He got up from his seat. Slightly lowered his head, he again wiped his face with his left shirt sleeve. He would break up the two men to stop. But Sejah knew Bara wouldn't let Fredy go that night.

The light and quiet Seized Steps were not caught by Bara's ears. A moment of Sejah ducked down to pick up a large beer bottle that was rolling on the floor.

If Fredy had to die tonight, he wouldn't want Bara to get his hands dirty.

LAD!!

BUGG!!

Not for two seconds. Two blows to Fredy's head, helpless under Bara's grip, left his son's father unmoved.

The first blow broke the bottle and Fredy fainted. The second blow, with the sharp side of the shattered bottle made a huge incision wound on the man's head.

Die, just die there. Sejah looked at Fredy with a grim face.

The tarnished coals instantly released Fredy and gripped the injured arm of Dijah from the broken bottle.

"Dijah.." call Bara. Sejah did not look. Just standing staring at Fredy who was unconscious.

Their ears were heard screaming outside. Two gun eruptions were unleashed and footsteps ran closer.

(Playlist: Tomorrow Weight Fight - Tomme Profit, SVRCINA)

The To Be Continued.....