CONFESSION STONED
93. Syahdu Syair

“Daddy ... Today I beg your blessing to marry Dijah. Mas apologized that as long as Mas became a child and became a brother to Sukma, Mas still often disappointed and still had many shortcomings. Mas promise, in the future Mas will be a dutiful son for Father-Mother, a good husband to be Colored and a good father for our children later. Thank you for bringing Dijah back to Mas. Father's services and figures will not be replaced by anyone in the heart of Mas. Make me, Dad will always be a hero. Healthy-healthy always Well ...” Bara kissed the back of Mr. Wirya's hand. Mr. Wirya lowered his head and patted his eldest son's shoulder.

Finally, the day arrived where Mr. Wirya had to release Bara as an adult man who would welcome his future. Bara will live out his life choices. Bara looks more and more mature today, inner Mr. Wirya.

Bara shifted his body to the side and grabbed the tiny hand that had been clasped on his kebaya and batik cloth.

“Mother ..” call Bara. Bu Yanti nodded deeply with eyes that were already filled with tears. His hand was holding his son's hand.

“Thank you, Mom, because you want to accept being colonized as a daughter-in-law. Thank you for the love and support you always give to me. Until it can become what it is now. Restui Mas fully Bu ... I will prove that my choice was not wrong. Forgive me that Mas often troubles Mother's heart and mind with the behavior of Mas ..” Bara dripped her tears on the back of the mother's hand she was holding. Bu Yanti gulped with difficulty due to her sobbing. He just nodded slowly listening to every Bara word that sounded like a very melodious verse that morning.

“Mas dear Mother ... always. For me, I will always be at the top. When do I need Mas, I call, Mas must come. Mas keep the child of Mother although Mas can not see Mother at all times. Beloved Colored like Dear Mother to Mas yes ... After being Colored as Mas's wife, Colored Mother's children as well. Love the children of Mas, love the children of the Colonized even though he is not the son of Mas. Mas owe a lifetime to Mother ..” Bara came back crying. He is not a man who never shed tears. His heart was easily touched. Especially when it comes to the people he loves.

Bu Yanti held both sides of his handsome son's face.

“Mas already handsome, soon we leave and Mas will be someone's husband. I'm blessed to step Mas into a new life. We have arrived today. All you can do is stay with and see Mas's steps from afar. Mother also wants to squirm Mas happy until the destination Mas. I also love Mas Bara. For Mom, Mas is still Mom's little boy. So a good husband and father yes Mas ... Frequently come to see Father-Mother. We leave now Mas?” Bu Yanti wiped her tears with a tissue slip that Sukma had just proffered.

“Mas handsome really,” said Sukma. “Good same mbak Sejah yes .. I also love Mas. Don't be spoiled just like being colonized. Kasian if women are tired again but her husband ngerepotin.” Sukma bottled tissue into Bara's face to wipe away any remaining tears.

“I don't do that,” Bara said. “Makasi yes ..” said Bara to Sukma who then stuffed the rest of the tissue into his brother's hand while pulling the hand to be crucified.

“Let's go, can't wait malem, right?” sukma laughed. Bu Yanti only smiled faintly still rubbing tissue into each corner of her eyes.

Car arrives at the event venue. Time still shows at 8 am when Bara stepped down from the car. That day, Mr. Wirya became a driver for his son again. This time he drove a boy who is now an adult to meet a woman who is soon to be his wife.

The place is full of white flowers. Although not in a magnificent building, but the place turned into a very shahdu. Fresh flowers that have been freshly arranged in the morning spread a fragrant aroma carried by the wind. Bara. Mom was amazing, she thought. He looked back for a glimpse of Mother who was walking slowly holding her father's arm. Be healthy until I can give you a grandchild that can be cherished, Bara said in her heart.

The combination of lily, hydrangea and betel leaves are beautifully woven at each corner of the tent pole. The leaves that were made to propagate and stretch out framing the tent made it look like a window cloth.

Many guests were present. Bara doesn't know where the idea of the blue uniform came from. Maybe it has something to do with the mother too? He doesn't know. All he knew at that moment was, a flash of a shadow of the Colored with white kebaya that had long haunted his mind.

While he was busy with his thoughts, Bara's gaze caught a pile of people filling a chair near the fence. Friends kos Colored. Asti waved and Bara nodded with a smile. Tini was struggling with her phone. Is it possible now to start replying to messages from Bayu? A little grimacing.

The Sejah Family has been present occupying the seat that is on the right. Kang Supri had been sitting filling the chairs flanking the small table in the middle.

A little wobbly, Bara looking for the figure of the Colonized. Even after sitting across from Kang Supri, Bara was still staring at the door of her bridal room. And Bara will still turn to his father when Dijah appears under the goal of separating the living room and family room with his white kebaya.

Bara never felt like she had seen such a beautiful face. The series of jasmine dangled on one side of her hair was like framing her sweet face. The bride's kebaya suit was perfectly wrapped in the body of the Colored.

“Dijah! Here ...” call Bara pat the seat next to him. For a second he forgot that they were not at a stop or school. No one would sit next to him but the colonized that morning.

A woman delivers a Sejah who turns out to walk very slowly because of the cloth. Regularly seeing Sejah is very nimble with jeans, making Bara a little impatient. And finally, the seconds to seconds that felt long it could present the Sejah next to Bara.

Bara glanced at Dijah who was grasping a small bouquet of white roses. The tight and fitting kebaya in the body of the Colonized reminded Bara of the uniform of the Seized SPG which he always protested. Slightly biting his lips, Bara reached out to hold the hand of his future wife. Bara slightly lowered his head to look at Sejah who seemed embarrassed to raise his face. The woman pretended to tidy up the folds of her cloth that were already very neat.

The morning that crawled into the afternoon delivered Bara and Dijah along with all the guests who attended the main event. When Bara said the full name of his future wife was equipped with a strand of words, and was greeted with a nod and applause from some of the families present. Heru is among them. The man clapped his firmer hands and nodded while brandishing his thumb many times. It was a congratulatory and satire for Bara.

Bara and Dijah have officially become a husband and wife. Bara again put on a ring that had been returned Sealed to the woman's finger.

She stretched out her hand. The colon grabbed that hand and kissed it softly.

“Dijah... I hope that from today on you will never cry because of any injury. Make me a place to lean and address your grievances. I'll be the best ear. I love you, I love Dul. Now we are a family.”.

After the Colonized kissed the back of his hand, Bara held both sides of his wife's face and kissed the woman's forehead.

“Mas Bara, my husband... Thank you for never promising anything beautiful in the form of words to me and my son. Thank you for being present in our midst as a pole so that we can stand upright. Don't let go of our hands. Take us wherever you go. My whole life as a wife may not be enough to pay for all your sincerity. I love you Mas..”

Sejah looked up full of tears looking into her husband's eyes. Emar smile.

“I also love you Jah..” said Bara. He did not need to hear word by word spoken from the mouth of the Seized to say that. Their faces painted it all.

The To Be Continued.....

For those who wait for Bara to say his full name Sejah, sorry to disappoint. Because it's not time yet.

I keep it first...

The juice still has some shahdu surprises.

Don't forget the liking...