CONFESSION STONED
7. For Pity

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"Where are you going early in the morning? Ordinary 9 o'clock is also still relaxed," Bu Yanti told Bara.

"You know the source ma'am. The one I told yesterday. Kasian.." replied Bara while taking a piece of bread and applying chocolate jam on it.

"You want to be a journalist? Not tired? At the campus where the mother, there is a lecturer vacancy, you can try. Finish your S2 quickly. Work on campus is also good. Especially private college. You don't have to come here and find the news."

"Liat a little. I like my job. We meet new people and new stories every day" Bara said.

"Why are your sources? Beaten again?" ask Bu Yanti.

"No, I watched her work. If you look at a glance like he does not fit such a job. But the guy's so tenacious."

"What does it do?"

"Many, many secrets too. I can't carelessly tell you about the profile of the source." Bara finished his bread quickly and sipped a glass of warm sweet tea to completion.

"You told me yesterday, now tell me a secret."

"Dad you left?" asked Bara who had just realized her father's absence at the dinner table.

"Udah, early in the morning. There is an event on the campus," said Bu Yanti.

"I'm leaving first, Mom. Want to apologize to the Colonized. I think I misunderstood him," exclaimed Bara as she put her shoes on the doorstep.

"Be careful, don't pay too much attention. All women have subtle feelings. Women are easily weak with attention from the opposite sex."

"Yes, just be safe. Being colonized can't possibly think like that to me. Maybe he didn't even think about those things. Busy for a living." Bara walked towards the big fence to open the fence wide and went back into the garage to ride his motorcycle.

"Mister Ami! Cover the fence yes.." cried Bara then started the machine and passed from his house.

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Colored by bad luck that day, at 8 am he still put his rice in two plastic containers of detergent purchase gifts.

After filling each of the containers with a balado egg, Sejah closes it and puts it in a plastic cratech. He grabbed a black canvas bag hanging from the door handle of his room and hurriedly went out.

"Well! The diner across the alley again gets people to help. You don't have to be sad anymore. Get closer to your skin." Tini had just come out of the room already dressed neatly and politely with a glowing red lipstick polished on her lips.

"Daily salary?" tanya Sejah's.

"Can be requested daily, can be weekly. If you want to hunt, let me take you to Yono. Rather than mulung," said Tini.

"Actually not the beginning, I kasian ama Mbok Jum if not to go there. He has no friends. Her husband is sick, maybe his age is just counting." Sejah stood for a moment in front of Tini's room.

"Most think of people" muttered Tini who that morning looked wise because of her clothes that resembled an office person.

"I want Tin, but if I work all day, sometimes no one sees Dul. I can't expect to be completely the same as my Father" said Dijah.

"You may be you, my father I poisoned Jah for a long time!" sergeant Tini.

"God! Your mouth is Tini! Who wants you poisoned early in the morning? Where you going? How did you wear clothes out of the house?" Mak Robin who just opened the door of her room while holding the hand of Robin who was about to leave for school stared in wonder at Tini.

"I'm going to go to work as a cigarette SPG. Who knows, I don't have to be tired of straying again every mallem." Tini wags her hair.

"You're blackening your fire hair again! Horrified people want to take you to his company," Mak Robin said.

"It could be SPG hair cigarette like this is still safe, already ah. Yuk Jah, we go ahead together!" Tini held up the arm of Dijah to the gate.

"So SPG cigarettes work how many hours a day Tin?" tanya Sejah when they've walked out the alley.

"Working afternoon to the middle of the mallem. Semalem 300 grand."

"A lot of Tin, what's that about?"

"My winner only received 2 slops of cigarettes, kept being told to sell out. Not long Jah, an hour and two hours is over. Men who sell sexy cigarettes, who do not smoke can also buy. Her SPG clothes are sexy Jah. Do you want to?"

"Where's the sex?" tanya Dijah was curious about the 300 thousand fee for just a few hours of work.

"Short skirts, high shoes. You must be good at making, let alone your milk big. If you want me to know what I have prepared. What matters is that I go to work first. Yes I have left first yes," said Tini who arrived in front of the alley directly climbed on the boncery of a base motorcycle taxi. Sejah nodded then his eyes looked for the transport number he would ride.

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"I don't think come," said Mbok Jum grimly from the front of his cardboard house on Dijah.

His breathing was still breathlessly walking quite a distance and in a hurry from the transport stop.

"I'm misfortune. Did you eat?" tanya Dijah lowered her bag and took out a plastic crisp where she ate. Seamed put a piece of cardboard as a base to arrange supplies on it.

"Not yet, I'm sad to think you didn't come. No peace, quiet."

"No need to think strangely. Let's eat together, here I bring you a bottle of water." Sejah thrust a bottle of mineral water whose contents have been changed into white water from the stew in the pot.

Mbok Jum looked pale that morning, his face grim and he just sat leaning against the wall of his cardboard house.

"No roving yet?" tanya Sejah's.

"Never," replied Mbok Jum began washing his hands and began eating rice directly from his container.

"Later to go around. Mbok Jum seems unwell, fever?" tanya Sejah put the back of her left hand on the forehead Mbok Jum.

"Not feeling well, you don't have to bother. This rice is half I save for malem. I am not all abisin. You don't have to be tired. Later I will walk around myself," said Mbok Jum on the sidelines of his wrinkled mouth chewed on the dishes of Dijah.

Twenty minutes accompanied Mbok Jum to eat, Dijah got up to take his basket that was leaned next to the cardboard cottage.

"I'll walk around, just a minute. It's good to eat tomorrow. Who knows, you can buy kayak meat, said Bara." Sejah laughed at the wrong expression Bara every time he heard the answer.

"Whose way?" ask Mbok Jum.

"Nobody," muttered Sejah while walking away from Mbok Jum.

A sea of soaring trash covering half the sight of the morning sky was lying in front of Dijah. A mixture of foul scent and wet garbage filled his tiny nose.

With a pair of gloves made of plastic crackle that is tied Mbok Jum on his wrist, Sejah flipped through each unopened garbage package and visited its contents.

He found several cans of used drinks, broken plastic containers, and glasses of used mineral water. Many times his feet were immersed in soft, wet garbage.

Suddenly,

Colored clucking pissed. He is not ashamed of his work as a scavenger, but he also does not want to be seen Bara in such a dirty state.

"Who's looking?" ask Mbok Jum to Bara who is still sitting on his bike.

"Wide Ma'am! It was Colored, right?" ask Bara to Mbok Jum.

"Yes... You who?"

"Bara Ma'am!"

"Pacar Seized?"

"No!" answer me quickly.

"Why are you looking for him? He's working for food" Mbok Jum said.

"Dijaaaaahhhh...!!" yelled Bara again as if he did not care what Mbok Jum said.

Re-appointed. He was lazy to come to that man. Sejah felt the man had wasted a lot of time with useless things. Where the wages that Bara promised yesterday has not been received. It was in vain that he had the man speak.

And also. Bara's gaze which is often directed to look at him, making him disturbed.

"Dijaaahhhhhhh... I'll take you there!" bara shouted as she put down her helmet and got off her bike.

Colored. Bara morning it must still be fragrant and neat, what makes the man to be dirty following him to the top of the mountain of garbage.

Hurriedly Colored turned around and descended the mountain of trash with his rubber boots.

"Don't!! Just wait there!" scream Sejahted.

With a large basket that was almost full, Sejah approached Bara who was now standing near Mbok Jum.

"What the hell is it?" tanya Sejah poured the contents of her basket in front of the cardboard cottage. Mbok Jum immediately sorted out the results of the Sejah levies.

"I want to apologize! I'm sorry Jah if I'm wrong to say. I thought you were doing that."

"It's okay, I'm not angry. I was tired of going to bed last night. There's no need to think macem."

"But you must be sad if people think strangely about you," said Bara while staring at the appearance of Dijah from the tip of his hair to the tip of his feet. Being oppressed then crouched down to help Mbok Jum to divert the man's gaze.

"Well, why am I sad when people think strangely about me? Whatever people think, people's judgment about me won't change my life."

PLETAKK!!

"Ouch!" pekik Bara.

Seized hit a can of used drinks with a stone until the can is flat. Bara who was surprised by the power of the Sejahter who managed to flatten a can with just one punch raised both his eyebrows.

"I haven't paid for your work yesterday, come with me first. All that I am changing today," Bara bargained for Colonized.

"That's why, don't think about me. Yesterday I was free!" answer Dijah has not looked. He only hoped Bara would quickly pass from there, embarrassed. He felt smelly and dirty.

"Where to eat first?" ask Bara.

"I've eaten" replied Dijah.

"I anterin to the scrap monger," Bara bargained again.

"Mending me on foot instead of riding a motorcycle there. My waist hurts," replied Sejah

"Eat him hug.." murmured Bara slowly.

"What??!" tanya Dijah looked up at the man.

"It's okay. What if I changed yesterday to buy Dul shoes? We're buying it now, yuk.. Wanna?" Bara was still standing near the cardboard hut by crossing his hands in front of his chest.

Seen looked at Bara's eyes which were also staring at him.

"Shoes for Dul?" tanya Sejah slowly.

Bara nodded, "yes, shoes for Dul."

"I want to" replied Sejah standing up. "But I'm going home to take a shower first, I stink."

"I'm anther to your place. I'm a spit," Bara's pinta.

Sejah put his job and ordered Mbok Jum not to do it for him. The colonized took out a ten thousand piece of money and handed it to the old woman.

"I go first Mbok, it's just in case to buy a meal. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll continue my work." Mbok Jum, who heard the message, just nodded and looked at his co-worker, walking towards a man who had been preparing on his bike and thrusting a helmet.

"Hand hold onto me Jah." said Bara who held the motor with both legs when Sejah stepped on the saddle.

"It was calm" replied Dijah.

"That's... Situ... Call me Mas Jah! I'm older than you" Bara said.

"Don't!"

"Hmmmphh" The inflamed ember then propelled his motor slightly jerking until the Colonized advanced slumped on the splint and hit his back.

PLAKK!!

"Ouch!!" pekik Bara's.

"Basic! Men everywhere were the same," the murmur was sacked after hitting Bara with all his might in surprise.

"I'm different Jah! I must be different!" Bara cengengesan drove his motorcycle leaving the landfill site.

The sun began to rise and Dijah was trying hard to hold on to the motorbike so as not to re-dip past Bara's back.

The To Be Continued.....

Visual Bara and Sejah author version that can not be contested can be seen on Instagram @juskelapa_ Wkwkwk

But the reader is also free to imagine the other yes :*

Juskelapa visualizes Nicholas Saputra as Bara and Caitlin North Lewis as Colored.

It's just a visual delusion yes, please do not flood the artist's lapak concerned to avoid problems.