CONFESSION STONED
79. Confession Colored (1)

The last ten days were in the Safe House, Sejah had had two potted plants placed in front of the bedroom window.

Every morning and evening he sprayed the plant until the leaves were wet like they had a morning dew point. Sejah felt his body so fresh and the memories of the past that were now so vivid in his head, did not feel so terrifying. It was just that, the past was now, becoming extremely embarrassing for him.

Just finished bathing and getting dressed. His clothes were that. Fortunately, the person who packed his clothes was so painstaking that he did not miss the little things. Sejah can still use cheap facial moisturizer that is now in a ridden position because the contents are almost exhausted.

He stepped his feet out of the room. Bu Widya seemed to be taking him to a different place this time. A few years ago he did not stay there. The room in the house was not much, only about 6 rooms. The room can be filled by two people.

All of its inhabitants are women. Yesterday Dijah had seen a girl who ran to and fro. But that day, it seemed like the boy had already been brought home by his family.

Seated towards a fairly large garden in the backyard. His stomach was full with a glass of milk delivered to his room this morning. So he missed his breakfast by sitting on a long bench.

Seamed threw his gaze at a small butterfly that flew agilely into each flower bud.

The memory of the Seized returns on the night he becomes the victim of Fredy's violence for the first time. After her first night of distress, she was taken to the hospital unconscious. She was raped in critical condition.

Almost five days floating between life and death, it turned out that he could still wake up from his sleep. The colonists don't want to go home. Once again, she thrashed and begged not to be returned to her husband's house.

Her forehead frowned when the scene of her running out of the doctor's room after hearing her pregnancy pop up in her head.

Fredy then came to his house and dragged him out to take him home.

The colonists have recalled repeatedly drinking insect venom and causing it to be incubated to abort its content. She didn't want to conceive the child of a disgusting man who fucked her without permission at an age she should still be protected.

The colonists ran to Polsek near his home to imprison Fredy repeatedly. The police there may be fed up with receiving his report.

His acceptance of the baby he was carrying made Dijah did not accept himself. She gave birth to Dul through a cesarean section due to unconsciousness after running to the highway and getting hit by a motorcycle.

Dul was born blue, almost dead. The guy won't touch it. The medical staff and Widya's mother who handled it at that time did not give Dul to him. Since then, Dijah has been living in a rehabilitation center. Widya became her friend. She remembers nothing of her suffering during pregnancy.

As long as it could still defend its body from Fredy, the Colonized would do anything. She doesn't want to get pregnant anymore. Any man would fuck a woman and leave her seeds carelessly. That's the content of his mind. He roared and beat his body every day. He was in the stage of hurting himself. She was forced to conceive the child of a dickhead. State law did not allow her to have an abortion at that time.

She doesn't want to get pregnant anymore. With his condition that is still in severe trauma after giving birth to a child, a thin body is dry and consumes anti-depressants regularly, Ms. Widya agreed to take her to an obstetrician to calm her heart at that time.

Pair her IUD and say she won't be pregnant again for the next ten years. Bu Widya assures that the next colonized is entitled to his own body. Colored free. No one will force him to have a husband and wife relationship. After successfully convincing Dijah, Ms. Widya has not seen her mental health development grow well.

The first stage convinced Dijah that he was entitled to himself and his life, then Bu Widya took another approach.

Bu Widya brought in six-month-old Dul. Skinny baby sickly because of care. Get the intake of cheap formula milk and rice boiled water. Been eating bananas since the age of four months.

Dul a calm baby. Bu Widya brought her to nearby Dijah and told her about the fate of the baby. What his father dislikes and does not want his mother. Dul has no place to lean.

“Why doesn't he cry?” tanya was at that time.

“Because he knows, even if he's crying, no one's fat. Mbah wedoknya sickly, Dul just put in front of the television.”

“Can I carry?” tanya Sejah's.

“Bby. Dul must be happy.” Bu Widya thrust Dul into the arms of the Colonized.

Many days Bu Widya did just that, until one day Dijah cried sobbing holding Dul.

“I shouldn't go to him. He's not wrong. If I forget him, his fate will be the same as mine. Kasian Dul's... He's like me, no friend. I don't want Dul alone,” Raung Colored five years ago.

From then on, Dijah devoted his life to Dul. His body is resilient to the terrors of Fredy who still haunts him every day.

Even after successfully managing his divorce with the help of volunteer personnel, Dijah still often faced the attempted rape of Fredy.

Fredy who's every drunk must be looking for him. Sparking verbal abuse or physical violence if his will is not obeyed.

Sejah was still sitting on a long bench staring at the butterflies. Now remembering that doesn't hurt much.

Flowers don't bloom overnight. All forms of violence that he obtained, made his physique more immune to pain, but his psychic wounds increasingly deep.

With the emergence of memories of his past, now Dijah realizes that he is not just a widow of one child. He realized his madness. The atmosphere of his family that has been ravaged since long ago. The figure of an unreliable father, and a mother who is too busy loving her husband to forget to fight for her child's feelings.

I was embarrassed and felt so dirty.

"Dijah.." call Widya's mom. He looked to the left. Bu Widya appeared at the back door of the house waving her hand.

"Today someone wants to meet. Can you meet him?" ask Widya with a carefree face.

"I don't want to meet anyone else yet" said Sejah quickly.

Bu Widya walked over to Dijah still with a carefree smile on her face.

"There's an old man who wants to see you. He said he was a father who wanted to ask you for help. Only you can help him. The real pity is that if you refuse, but if you don't want to, I'm not forced. I asked him to come next time." Bu Widya patted Dijah's shoulder slowly then stepped away.

"Mom! Why is that father? If I can help with the problem, I'd like to see you." Being colonized that feels meaningful when needed someone feels the need to meet with people who need his help.

"Ah... Alrighty! I call that father yes.. You're here. Maybe he just wants to talk about seeking enlightenment." Bu Widya smiled and left the Colonized.

Not long after that Mr. Wirya went into the backyard and looked at the plants there. His steps were so flexible that he moved to hold the leaves and occasionally he looked down to breathe the buds of flowers that were blooming.

"Absolutely yes... Adem," said Mr. Wirya smiling to Dijah who was looking at him in wonder. The appearance of the father who was coming to him did not look like a person who had a problem.

Mr. Wirya threw himself next to the Colonized. In her hand was a brown envelope. The old man's gaze still led to the door. Sejah who was curious about the thing that was being viewed Mr. Wirya also turned his head.

A moment later, his gaze met the figure of Bara who was standing in the doorway. Sejah immediately turned his head back to Mr. Wirya.

"Known?" ask Wirya sir. Just silence. His chest felt rumbling. And his look instantly turned grim with his sorrowful gaze.

Sejah has not answered Mr. Wirya, he turned back to the back door on his left side. The distance he sat was only about 15 meters to the back door. He could see Bara standing with both hands in his pocket and leaning against the door.

Bara's gaze could not be separated from the eyes of the Sejah. Mr. Wirya was staring at his son who was releasing his charm to the maximum point to restore a beautiful memory that should not be forgotten by the Colonized.

A few minutes into his gaze, Bara let go of her smile at Dijah. The colonist hurriedly turned back to look at Mr. Wirya. With a slight nod, Wirya asked Bara to leave the doorway.

"The handsome guy earlier. From his face looks good. You familiar?" ask Wirya sir while clucking to look at the doorway that Bara just left.

Hearing the thing that Mr. Wirya had just said, Dijah cast his gaze staring at the ranks of orchids. Colored smiling. Mr. Wirya watched the Seized look carefully.

"You can call me Mr. Darma" said Mr. Wirya Satyadarma as he extended his hand.

"I Am Colored Sir," said Dijah to welcome the old man's hand.

The To Be Continued.....