CONFESSION STONED
82. Graduation Journalist

After the visit of Mr. Wirya for the first time met with the Colonized at Rumah Aman.

“Bara is home?” asked Bu Yanti who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Already, just climbed into his room. Must be tired because the day outside continues,” said Mr. Wirya pulled the bench dresser to the front of his wife.

Bu Yanti frowned. There must be something very important that her husband would say.

“Bu..” call Mr. Wirya while holding the hand of Bu Yanti. His wife just looked down at the grasp of their hands on his lap. It was like Bara when she was about to say something to calm her down.

“Serious with his girlfriend. Dad allowed it. Now I want to ask permission from Mom, to give full blessing to Bara. Let him make his own decision. As a mother, I understand... Mother's dreams and hopes for Bara must be very high. Moreover, he was the eldest son. The first child in our family. She's the first place Mom pours out a mother's affection. But at the end of the day, we will leave them to live alone. We are leaving this world. And our greatest hope is to see our children happy with their families. So 'can Bu?” Mr. Wirya lowered his head to look at the face of his wife who was still looking at the grip of their hands.

Not long after, Ms. Yanti sobbed. The woman's shoulder that gave birth to Bara shook and Wirya's sir pulled her into an embrace.

“Never feel like a failure to be a parent. You have raised and educated our children to the best of your ability. The quality of man cannot be judged only from the level of his education. It's just a supporter ma'am... So far you have managed to educate Bara to be a good male figure. I know what's on my mind. Dad knows... Let's see how Bara is responsible for his choice. He's an adult. He knows when to stop or stay. Stay in love Bara.”

Bu Yanti was looking around for who she could blame the most on this. Bara or the woman who has ensnared her child's heart? The story of Mr. Wirya has very clearly described that Baralah is so insistent and urgent. Ms. Yanti was crying a lot.

Although he was 28 years old, Bara was still the figure of his son who was still a child. Bara who can not sleep if there is noise and likes home cooking. And the ever-open bar never hides anything.

Bara has fulfilled his promise as a child. Completed the minimum education of masters that have been applied in their families.

Sukma who was lucky to get a full scholarship of his master's degree, successfully finished in a relatively young age. And releasing Sukma married to a man with the same title with a promising job is quite easy for Ms. Yanti.

His concern for Bara has soared. The shadow of a wedding party with a woman who was considered to be identical with her son became her own hope in her heart. Moreover, the figure of Joana who is an educated girl from academic family background appeared many times to her home.

And now Bara brought a widow with one child. With a background that is not fully told by her husband on the grounds that it will violate the patient's code of conduct.

Bu Yanti wanted to get angry and scolded. But... He remembered. Insulting Dijah is tantamount to insulting his people. Colored and herself are both women who want happiness.

If Sejah had dared to be unselfish by trying to leave his son, perhaps he could have trusted Bara's choice.

With a breath of gasps and a face filled with tears, Ms. Yanti lifted her head from her husband's embrace.

Bu Yanti clenched her mouth and nodded slowly looking at Wirya sir.

“Still Mom... Bara must be happy and proud to have a mother like you.” Wirya hugged his wife again.

*****

“Where is it? I want to talk for a while to prepare to take him out of the house tomorrow,” said Mr. Wirya put two paper bags on the table.

“In the dining room, want me to call?” ask Widya.

“Do not let me go there. Later I said I also laper.”

“This is what Sir?” Bu Widya lifted two paperbags.

“That's clothes and shoes to be Colored away tomorrow. I have to ask my wife for help so she feels involved.” Mr. Wirya laughed then walked towards the back.

“Aduh, I laper..” said Wirya sir when he saw that Dijah was cleaning the dining table.

“But breakfast Sir? I made it first. There is bread and eggs. Do you want to eat rice? Or is bread enough?” tanya Sejah with a carefree face.

“Bread is enough,” said Wirya continued to observe the Sejah Dia directly to the toaster.

“My son is already quite cheerful now. But still not impatient to meet the woman he likes it.” Mr. Wirya looked at the back of Dijah who was applying butter to the bread.

“Anyone would not wait to meet the person he likes,” replied Dijah.

“You ever made a kayak like that?”

Seen looking and nodding. “Entertainment. It feels like 24 hours it takes longer.”

“Ngerasain to Bara? The guy in the photo?” ask Wirya sir. “What do you like about Bara?”

“Many. Too many. That's what makes it hard for me to hide it. Bara is too good. Almost perfect. Who likes him must be a lot.” Sejah put a plate of bread in front of Wirya sir.

“I ask for tea if I can,” said Mr. Wirya. The colonist immediately took out a cup and brewed a new tea bag.

Sejah put a cup of tea that was still steaming in front of the old man then pulled one seat on his right side.

“What do you remember most about Bara?” tanya sir Wirya casually raised his teacup.

“Only men who dare to talk to me even though my speech is rude. Ember like understand all my attitude.”

“There was another man who approached you before Bara?”

“Early, pretty much. But everything stopped when Dul knew where he was. They don't even care. But eventually... There was a lot of terror because of me. Bara too good..”

“Now you wait what?” asked, Wirya turned to look at Dijah who looked down to stir his tea.

“I didn't wait for anything. It seems like I understand that I do not want to break up our relationship. That means I have to stop thinking about him, too. Thanks for the photos yesterday, I definitely save them for the most beautiful mementos. I have to continue living. I plan to move my son. I want to organize a new life.” Sejah smiled faintly looking at Mr. Wirya. He couldn't have told the old man that all night he was crying over a photograph. His memories of Bara were like oxygen in his brain.

Colored felt, although very painful but his relationship with Bara was supposed to end.

“Ha?” Been awakened from his daydream.

“Have you ever repaid Bara?” ask Wirya again.

Seized shaking. “Not yet. I don't know how to respond either. I have nothing.”

“What has Bara ever asked of you?”

Seemed remembering. But he didn't feel like Bara ever asked him for anything.

“Labor in cafe again... Not working as an SPG anymore... Not hot anymore... I think it's just that.” Mumbled alone.

“Ada?” Mr. Wirya advanced the position of his body to look at the Colonized.

“Bara asks to be called mas..” says Sejah finally. “Iya. Since the beginning of meeting Bara always ask to be called mas.”

“Call him since childhood,” said sir Wirya.

“Why Pak?” tanya Sejah's.

“Nothing. Tomorrow morning get ready yes, I immediately pick you up here.”

“Where is Pak?”

“Ikut. You help me yes...”

The next morning, Bara's graduation day. The colonized had dressed according to what Bu Widya had given him. Her face was smeared with thin makeup which made her sweet face even more prominent.

Seized out of the house to meet Mr. Wirya who had been standing in the doorway.

“I'm done Sir,” said Sejah in front of the door.

“Dijah, I want to introduce myself again to you. My name is Wirya Satyadarma. I'm Bara's father. Hope you are not offended. Aside from the fact that I am a psychologist, I am just a father who wants his son to be happy. If you feel anxious to come into our family, I will pick you up. Today Bara graduation, I take you as a gift for her. We're going to the event building, I'm not forcing you to come along. But if you are willing, please accept Bara's sincere feelings for you. Trust Bara as a good man who wants you.”

A few moments later, Dijah stood in front of the door.

“I don't know..”

“I'm not in a hurry, can still wait.” Mr. Wirya headed for an iron chair on the terrace and sat there leisurely.

“I'm more embarrassed,” said Sejah again. “Father of his father Bara,” connect Colonized.

“And I am the psychologist who handles your problems. We are already victorious, don't forget.”

“I'm worried Sir... His mother Bara—I mean my wife father—”

“My wife is fine. Now it's waiting for us in the building there. Oya, the clothes you wear are also he who bought it,” added Mr. Wirya.

Sejah looked down at the pair of black flat shoes he was wearing.

“I can change shoes?” tanya Sejah's. “I have shoes I have never worn.”

“Please, I wait.”

And upon arrival at the building, the shocked and amazed Bara sat in the row of student seats uneasily. Repeatedly looking back as if wanting to make sure that Dijah did not disappear through the wall.

Bu Yanti smiled faintly as she waited for Dijah who was sitting next to her. The first question the woman asked about the size of the clothes and shoes she bought. Not wanting to disappoint the woman with a pair of shoes that he did not wear, Dijah said that he was wearing shoes given by Bara.

What was experienced by the whole of the Colon was known only to Bara and his father. To Ms. Yanti, Dijah was just a single child widow traumatized by the violence of her ex-husband.

The graduation ceremony was over. Bara rose up in a hurry until he hit two iron chairs until he fell. Sejah who was looking at him pretended not to see but laughed amusedly. It seems Bara always fits in with the chair whenever he gets nervous.

“Dad and mom go home first yes,” said Mr. Wirya. “You can anter Colored into place again later.”

“Oh yes—iya. Okay. I'll be anter Seized again. This Titip Bu...” Bara opened his toga hurriedly and stuffed it into the arms of Yanti ma'am.

“Come on Jah,” said Bara pointing the way in front of them.

“The cap is Ra...” call bu Yanti remind Bara who is still wearing her graduation hat.

“Oh yes—Sorry..” said Bara opened his hat and gave it to Bu Yanti.

“No need to apologize too,” said bu Yanti.

“Iya, sorry. I went Bu...” Bara said. “Yah!” call Bara to his father. “Thank you,” says Bara without a sound. Mr. Wirya just flicked his hand to expel Bara who had blingsatan like a worm doused in carbole.

“Udah to eat?” tanya Bara slightly looked down at Dijah. Seized shaking.

“We ate yes... Where do you want it?” ask Bara.

“Terech,” reply Colored. He closed his mouth to hear that answer. It's been a long time since he heard the word up to a woman.

Not wanting to linger in the yard of the building, Bara wanted to bring Sejah lunch in a place that was located quite far away. The further and the more jammed, the better he thought. He could linger in the car with the woman.

Bara walked ahead of Dijah and opened the car door for the woman. His mouth had to be clenched many times to avoid excessive smiling.

“Install the belt..” Bara pinta.

“Oh yes..” Groped the seatbelt section on the left.

“Let me aja.” Bara leaned her body to look for a seatbelt hook on the left side of the Sejah. Her hair immediately goosebumps when she feels the woman's warm breath hitting her neck. Bara turned his head to the left looking at Dijah who was throwing his gaze to the other side.

“Jah..” call Bara.

“Hmmm..” Sejah. Their faces were no more than five inches apart.

“Try calling my name,” pinta Bara.

“Mas Bara Wirya..” said Sejah looked straight at the brown eyes of Bara.

The To Be Continued.....

If we never meet people like Mr. Wirya, then we could be one of them. Not limited to just the case of Sejah of course.

Don't forget the liking yes dear2 enjuuss