CONFESSION STONED
85. Memory Slices

“Come, go in first..” whispered Bara in the ear Seized.

Wooden fence patch that is usually stuck dead do not want it to be released to facilitate mourners out and in.

Bara took off her shoes and held both sides of the shoulder of the Sejah who was walking quietly as usual. He had not seen the sorrow on the woman's face. But indeed, since knowing Dijah, only a few Bara saw his lover showed an expression of sadness.

Dul, who was sitting near his Mbah Wedok, stood up to meet Dijah and immediately grasped his mother's hand.

Two men who look similar to the mother of the Sejah appear to be talking in whispers. Bara guessed that it was two older brothers of the Colonized who lived on the border of their city.

Maybe it was like that. Families that are formed in the hard side of life and without a touch of sentimentality are a little difficult to express feelings. As Sejah observed Bara very difficult to say I love, I miss, and I love. Seized not as expressive as he.

The face of the family member that the leader had just left behind seemed mediocre. Not many mourners either. Seated sitting folded his legs to the side and facing the head of his father's body. Bara has no idea what the colonists are thinking. His face was flat.

Gently Sejah opened the white scarf sheet that covered his father's face. He wanted to see the man's face again. His current feeling of sadness was more inclined to the anger of being left behind. His mother is sick, why do you want to just leave the woman who has devoted her life to him. It's not fair to see my father leave so easily. He who used to beg to die every day did not even get that privilege.

Sir, I'm angry but I never really hated you. All this time I've accepted everything that's happened to me it's destiny. It's okay if you're tired of taking Dul, I won't ask for any more help. But why leave mom? Lie down and watch TV all day. Accompany mom chat. He loves you so much that he often ignores me.

I was proposed yesterday to Bara. He's been a lot for me. I want to be his wife. I wanna. I'd like to see you if I'm happy with the man I chose. A precious man whom you have never considered. You don't know Bara yet, but you're gone. I want you to see, I can live a normal and happy life. Should've waited a minute. Not so soon ....

Sewn gulps his saliva with great difficulty. His throat felt choked and a tear fell down his cheek as well. He could see that since then Dul and Bara did not look at him.

Bara massaged the shoulders Gently. He hinted at himself who would always be there for his lover.

Sejah looked down at Dul. How will his son. Should he return to live in a house that carries dozens of bad memories that have happened to him?

Through Maghrib, the body of Mr. Dijah was buried. Sejah sat full and did not feel thirsty while sitting leaning in the living room of his house that has been empty.

“Jah, eat first” pinta Bara who just entered with two men carrying boxes of rice.

“Put here aja Mas,” exclaim Bara pointed to the middle side of the empty living room.

Sejah looked up at Bara who was nodding and patting the shoulder of the man who delivered dozens of rice boxes to his house.

“Mother eat first,” said Bara opened a rice box and put it in front of Mother Sejah. The old woman nodded with a look that could not be separated from Bara's face.

“How are you doing? Does Dul stay here? Kakang want to bring Mom to stay at Kakang aja's house. How is this house? Would you like to stay here with Dul?” asked Kang Supri the oldest brother of Colonized.

“Mothers join Kakang?” ask Dijah to his mother.

“Iya, if Dul wants to come with me is also okay.” Mother Seized looked at Dul who was opening his rice box. Bara looked at the slightly confused face of Dijah.

“Why not here? I can come back here, mom. Dul is also still a school near here,” sahut Sejah.

“I don't want to stay with you Jah. I'm going to ngerepotin. I don't want any more. If anyone wants to be with you, take Dul. Live with Dul, with your new family. Don't think about me. I am your brother's responsibility. Till death I'm responsible for my son.” The Seized Mother straightens the legs and justifies the location of her long cloth.

“Dul is still Kindergarten, take him. Cassian. He wants to get you. Nak Bara must also know how often Dul nyariin you.” The mother's breath was slightly stung as she said that. All this time he had been living with Dul since the boy was a baby. He was a little heavy parting ways with Dul, but he thought this was the right time to release Dijah to be happy with his life. He would no longer burden his youngest daughter.

“Kang Supri is okay?” tanya Sejah with a worried look. He had never been so close to any of his brothers. They were all too busy working for a living and taking care of their own life's problems. Even when he was still living at home as a child he rarely chatted with his two older brothers. Everyone is busy with their own business.

“I'm okay. You don't have to think. You think your son. If there is a time once in a while come where I make a look at Mother.” Kang Supri as the eldest child must accept his nature. Being colonized is not the right place for their mother to hang on to her old age. Eating does not eat, his mother is his responsibility. Not Colored. Being colonized has been squeezing too much sweat to support the fathers and their own children all this time.

Hearing that, Dijah turned to Bara as if asking for help answer. He was really confused. He never aspired to live in that house. And having Dul stay in the boarding house with him is not a wise choice.

“Where are we going?” tanya Sejah was a little worried when they had been in the car almost late at night. Dul's been sleeping curled up in the backseat.

“To your home,” replied Bara. It's true what he said. He will indeed bring the Devils to his own home. A place he had long prepared. Even Mr. Wirya his father had come to the house to deliver something after visiting the Colonized in the Safe House a while ago.

“Ngak ngerti ..” says Sejah.

“Sabar, later get there also ngerti.”

“I have no clothes. Should not go to the Safe House first?” tanya Sejah while looking at the clothes attached to her body.

“No need, you don't have to worry. Just calm. Believe Mas yes ..” soft Bara said. It has indeed been long prepared Bara, shortly after the Colonized received his ring for the first time. But Bara hasn't told Bu Yanti.

Bara thought he would be able to tell his mother slowly, but it turned out that this was out of plan. Bara's heart calmed down a bit to do this, as Bu Yanti had already agreed to her relationship with Dijah.

Half an hour driving and passing through the boarding area, the car that Bara drove entered the road on the left right filled with a large tree. During the day, the air is very cold. The area was not luxury housing as in the number one area of their city. But the environment is very beautiful. With the shape of a house that is almost similar and the contents of the trench that the water flows without visible garbage, the environment looks healthy and comfortable.

After passing through a small football field on one side located several children's toys such as PAUD yard, Bara stopped his car.

Sejah threw his gaze outside with curiosity. To the house whom Bara took them. The house was fenced in shiny brown wood as tall as an adult's head. The garage is located elongated with a two-car payload with a door located at the end. The entrance of the house is located on the right side.

“Come down, we're already nyampe. From now on you and Dul stay here.” Bara opened the car door and held onto the arm of Sejah who was still dumbstruck staring at the entire house. Two bonsai trees exceeding his height poked out from behind the fence. A small gurgling sound of water was heard from the corner of the courtyard.

“Jah, hold this ...” Bara pulled out a bag containing some of Dul's clothes which he felt were still worthy of use.

“Oh yes, sorry ...” The colonized hurriedly took the bag from Bara's hands. Deftly the man opened the car door and lifted Dul's body into his carry. Bara then walked to the left side of the fence then put his hand in to touch a bell.

The sound of soft music suddenly sounded from inside the house. Bara was standing on the left side of the colonized while gently massaging the woman's shoulder.

“Whose house?” whispered Seized again.

“Your home dear ..” Bara said. Sejah pursed his mouth because he felt Bara was always joking and did not answer him correctly.

Moments later came the sound of the key being played and the sound of the door slot being opened.

With his white hair neatly rolled behind his nape and a long-sleeved batik negligee stretched to his ankles, Mbok Jum appeared to meet them.

Not nothing the woman's cry had already broken when she saw Dijah.

“Dijah ... I'm kangen. Finally you can come here too,” isak Mbok Jum when he managed to shift the fence and hit himself on the Colonized. Mbok Jum roared in his arms.

“Mas ..” call Sejah turn to Bara.

“I permission bring Mbok Jum to your home Yes Jah,” said Bara ruffled his hair before entering the house with Dul who was in his carrier.

The To Be Continued.....

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