CONFESSION STONED
87. Mother's Permit

If not for remembering Mbok Jum who was still awake through the middle of the night, maybe Bara could release herding Dijah to try a new bed mattress.

Gratitude after a moment of drowning with a kiss and pressing the body of the colonized to paste his own body, Bara immediately realized.

It's past midnight. His eyes are sleepy too. But Bara can't possibly not go back home. His mother already knew about the Colonies. Linger outside before marriage will definitely reduce the value of both of them in the eyes of parents.

Bara's back is still attached to the closet door. His hands were still clinging behind his waist. His two lover's hands slowly loosened the grip on his shirt.

“I go home first yes, tomorrow afternoon I will finish your things at the boarding house. Don't go alone.” Bara untied the disheveled Coloured hair and combed it with her finger.

“But my clothes are also still in the Safe House, getting out of there is also not arbitrary. There is a form to sign. I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. I have a need with Ms. Widya. I have an appointment.” Colored released his grip and tidied up Bara's shirt.

“Can depart by yourself?” ask Bara.

“Could be,” replied Colored quickly.

“Dul at home, stay with Mbok Jum. Don't go to school first. Later the SD find deket here. Yes ..?” Bara cupped his hands to the cheeks of Dijah and gently shook his lover's face.

“Yes, it's okay. Yes already home.” Despite saying that, the Sejah did not shift the location of its foundation. He still stands like a fence in front of the bara.

“Still miss me huh?” tanya Bara half laughed. “I hug again here..” Bara again pulled Sejah in his arms. Their bodies swayed in a tight embrace of Bara.

Colored put his cheeks on Bara's chest, his hands again wrapped around the man's waist. A moment of Seen closed his eyes. Comfort and warmth from Bara's body seemed to move into his body. He came into his life like a dream.

*****

“Om Bara where is Bu?” Dul's question was first that morning.

“Work,” replied Colored while folding Dul clothes and put them in a blue two-door closet in the corner of the room.

He found two stacks of boys' clothes that looked brand new in the closet. He took it out and looked at the clothes. Does it fill the closet?

“This hotel?” ask Dul again. “There is a swimming pool too?” Dul jumps out of bed and opens the door.

Sejah has not had time to answer Dul's question but the boy is gone from sight.

Just that morning Sejah saw the room that Bara made for Dul. The paint of his room is a blend of blue and white. A three-foot bed with a padded headboard wrapped in sky blue skin. The ceiling of the room was plastered with planetary stickers and studded with meteors that would look lit if the room was dark. Sweet to think of being colonized. Dul who used to sleep on a thin mattress in front of the television now has his own room.

“Dul, here! Mbok no cooking fried rice!” mbok Jum exclaimed from the kitchen when he saw Dul running to and fro holding and stroking all the shiny furniture.

“There's Mbok Jum as well ... Mbok Jum joined nginep at the hotel,” said Dul still with his home clothes that have not changed since yesterday.

“This is not a hotel. Said om Bara this is your mother's house,” sahut Mbok Jum. “Sini, sit! Let's like those rich people.” Mbok Jum chuckles. He is enjoying his new role now.

“Home mother? Home om Bara ..” Dul correction.

“Om Bara who said this is your mother's home,” said Mbok Jum again.

“Indeed Bara said Mbok?” tanya Sejah who just arrived in the dining room.

“Iya. When I was here, I was there too. Whose house is this. Bara says, ‘This is home Colonized Mbok. I'm ready to be Colored.’ Jah, he said. It means your home. I want something else I don't feel good about. Bara that if again diem, like to make people wrong behavior is not good. He did not do anything.” Mbok Jum laughed.

Sejah laughs at Mbok Jum's words. The old woman was not wrong. Sometimes I say nothing. The man simply sat quietly watching her, but it was already quite uncomfortable. The view is always focused when paying attention to something.

Sejah can not forget how Bara noticed it when he first met. When he was battered beaten Fredy. Bara who was on the motorbike offered him a ride, not to be separated from looking at him from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. He was very uncomfortable and drove Bara many times. If only Bara complied at that time to get out of the way when he was expelled, surely he would not be in the house he thought.

That afternoon Sejah put Dul on Mbok Jum. Despite being abandoned, the boy did not mind as usual. Dul was crouching on the edge of a small fish pond in the corner of the yard accompanying Mbok Jum who was plucking the weeds growing on the sidelines of the pool rock.

Sejah walked about ten minutes to arrive at the edge of the highway to find transportation to Rumah Aman. He called Widya to tell her he was going there this afternoon.

While Bara, the morning to noon had three times called Dijah only to ask what was it, again where, had eaten, what Dul liked his room, what could sleep well, what was good sleep, as well as asking if you can go to the Safe House alone.

Bara's attention was so great and meticulous on the Colonized. Bara seemed to forget that Dijah previously worked in a cafe that went and came home late at night always alone.

Bara asked Dijah to contact him immediately, if the business with Bu Widya was finished.

*****

The same morning, Bara woke up early but did not go down early to the dining room. He was training speech to open up conversation to his mother. His permission to marry Dijah has been obtained. But when? That's not clear. He felt he had to speak more detail.

Morning is a new day where people are still fresh and have not felt excessive emotions.

Bara flicked the white curtains of her bedroom window to look at the mango tree half a meter away from her balcony. He grimaced a little when he remembered that the mango tree that was often used as a ladder to cross to the balcony and into the room would soon be abandoned. The mango tree was very meritorious because many times saved him from the tantrums of mother because he came home late at night.

The embers re-cook themselves in the glass. He was handsome and handsome, his heart. This morning he will be more independent to take his breakfast. Sukma does not exist. He would be free from his sister's taunts if he had to put on a face.

Feeling optimistic about being given permission, Bara carried his backpack out of the room.

“What breakfast is this morning?” greet Bara from the top of the stairs accompanied by nimble steps.

Why should there be Sukma this morning? Will he have to postpone this conversation until tonight? But he was very impatient.

Bara carried Sukma's son with a floating face. His mind was unfocused when the toddler said something to him.

“Kok tumben morning already here?” bara asked her sister when she arrived at the dinner table.

“Mas Rico out of town. Why am I at home, mending me here. Eating-sleep.” Sukma laughs. Bu Yanti who was preparing bread Pak Wirya sneered at the words of his daughter.

“How many days? Ordinary not for long, right?” ask Bara.

“This is Father-Mother's house... Masa Masa is here. Nyebelin ..” murmured Sukma.

“Just howdy doang ..” cynical Bara on her sister.

“What do you want breakfast?” bu Yanti asked Bara after thrusting one layer of toast to Mr. Wirya.

“Mas breakfast bread is also Bu,” Bara replied. Bu Yanti who was looking down at the bread sheet in front of her immediately looked up at Bara. Mr. Wirya who was directing the bread to enter his mouth immediately stopped. And Sukma who was nagging his son who ate the straws immediately fell silent. Everyone stared at Bara.

“Why? How are all on geliatin?” tanya Bara looked at all his family members one by one.

“There must be a wish,” whispered Bu Yanti.

“Normally so,” said Mr. Wirya.

“Definitely ..” connect Sukma staring at his Mas suspiciously.

“What the hell ...” Bara pout. “Regularly,” replied Bara.

“Emang no want?” tanya Bu Yanti looked at Bara.

“There is ...” Bara said then closed his mouth. Mr. Wirya who seems to have known what his son wants to say, continued to devour bread while waiting for Bara's words.

“Bu, Mas want to get married in Sejah ..” said Bara staring straight at Bu Yanti.

“Isn't it too rushed? His father died yesterday, right?” ask Bu Yanti. Bara nodded.

“Can be okay Mom. His father was colonized already dead, but his son will still have to continue living.” Bara observed her mother applying peanut butter on a loaf of bread.

“But instead of your status there is still business in court Mas ... The business with her husband is not finished.” Bu Yanti answered her son calmly.

“Have wanted a verdict hearing kok Bu. Mas and Sejah status is only a witness. You don't have to go to court directly. There's a lawyer who takes care of.”

“But-"

“Bu ... If you are embarrassed to make the wedding reception Mas, Mas is okay. Marriage is the same as being married. He also asked for permission after getting married out of the house. Mas want to be independent, bring Dijah to live in a house that Eyang Kasi. How's Ma? Marry ma'am, no need for reception.” Bara held onto Bu Yanti's arm and slightly shook it. It was a little forcing.

Mr. Wirya and Sukma who heard Bara's words only fell silent to look at Bu Yanti's face who put down bread and jam knife to look at Bara.

“Mas ... How to be evil with mom? I thought my mother would be embarrassed. What did mom say? Don't make mom a nasty whimper like that Mas ... Mas Bara is also a mother's son. Cook mom shy ...” Ms. Yanti started to tear back.

“But I'm really okay Mom ... Being attacked is also okay. Who knows, you're not good at talking to me. I'm really okay. The important mom is comfortable.” Bara rubbed his mother's arm.

“Mom just thought what not strange new grieving there continues to be a party. Mas is also still back and forth taking care of the case.”

“Make Bu—nikah first. Mas want to marry first ..” cut Bara fast.

“Ya Gusti ... Yaahh ...” call Bu Yanti on her husband. Mr. Wirya chuckled at the languishing face of his wife. “No patience ... If you already want no patience,” decak Bu Yanti.

“So can ya Ma'am? Important wedding Bu—”

“Mating kebelet huh?” sukma Ejek.

Bu Yanti let out a long sigh and leaned her body against the back of the chair.

“Mommy no longer knows what to say to Mas ..” said Bu Yanti.

“By the way 'By Mas’ how?”

Bu Yanti just looked fixedly at Bara who looked excited. The eldest son immediately took the bread that had been smeared with jam and then devoured it while brushing Sukma's finger that was poking his arm many times.

The To Be Continued.....

Sorry for the late update. This afternoon njuss is devoting time to his parents.

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Wedding Bara later the color of the uniform is blue... XD