CONFESSION STONED
131. Long Waiting

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“Official medicine ‘kan?” bu Yanti asked Dijah who still lives at the dining table.

The three men of different ages of the lunch participants had already left. Bara went straight to his room carrying a bag of clothes. While Mr. Wirya and Dul again cross-legged on the floor of the family room continue the project of compiling a replica helicopter.

Sejah nodded. “Iya Bu, equipped. Tons.” He stood up while lifting the three plates he had stacked.

“No need, it let Ami who finish.” Bu Yanti turned to the housekeeper who had just come into the kitchen.

“Oh yes—stank Mbak,” says Sejah on the agile Mbak Ami cleaning table.

“Iya Mbak Colored... You welcome. It's been almost 5 months right?”—Mbak Ami saw Dijah then immediately turned to Bu Yanti—“bener right Bu? Mom said yesterday almost 5 months?”

“Iya, Bara says 19 weeks in. But unfortunately the gender has not looked at. I was curious,” said Bu Yanti lifting a plate of side dishes and putting it in the closet.

Seized just silently sculpting. He didn't know what to do in the dining room. Want to tidy up the table, but it's been prevented. Sitting there for a long time, he felt awkward. His head started to weigh and he wanted to go back to the room to lie down.

“Then, when pregnant Bara, mother was not drunk. No nausea, no strange cravings. Mom's just spindles. But the time of pregnancy Sukma, mother exactly like you this.” Bu Yanti sat back in her chair.

He looked at his mother-in-law's face carefully. Their distance is no more than a meter. And it feels like she never looked at the face of the woman who gave birth to her husband that close. Ms. Yanti is beautiful. His hair curls a healthy shiny look with white hair.

“Mothers get to the hospital too?” tanya Diajah tried to find similarities with what she experienced. During this time he always felt anxious was considered too excessive with the condition of drunken pregnancy. Being colonized is considered troublesome Bara. Hearing her mother-in-law have felt the same way, clearly brings her own relief in the heart of the Colonized.

“Early, but only once. I think it's worse you. But everyone's condition is different. We cannot generalize. That means—we can't generalize.” Bu Yanti corrected her words to sound simpler and easier to understand by her daughter-in-law. He rarely spoke too closely with his son-in-law. Not only Colonized, on Sukma's husband he rarely mince words.

Early in the marriage of Sukma and Rico, the first daughter-in-law in the Wirya family, it looks like playing cat-and-mouse with her mother-in-law. Where Bu Yanti was, Rico slowly retreated from the room and disappeared. The reason, because Bu Yanti rarely spoke and once spoke her tone always sounded serious. But over time, Rico became accustomed. Her mother-in-law was like that. Rarely talking, once talking even nagging.

“But I've been beating Mom... The vomit has diminished. Food goes into the stomach is also quite a portion.”

“Iya, hopefully quickly lost his hangover. Kasian also if the baby in the stomach lacks nutrients because his mother does not eat.”

Who doesn't want to eat a lot when pregnant? He wants to too. He also wants the baby of the boy he loves to be born healthy and stocky. Wailing in the heart.

“Yes, may drunkenness cep—”

“Well, why? Pacing from earlier..” Bu Yanti made the words of Dijah stop because he greeted his son.

“Who's pacing? I just bring dirty clothes to leave here,” Bara said lifting a pack of dirty clothes he brought from the hospital and put it into the laundry room. Shortly after, he reappeared in the dining room.

“Mother from earlier you went up and down the stairs.” Bu Yanti stared hard at her son. He only wanted to chat for a while with Dijah, but Bara since lunch has looked like a hot worm. From the past, it was always impatient. Bu Yanti glanced at Bara who had been standing behind his wife's seat.

“What to chat with?” ask her mother.

“Now what time is it?” Bu Yanti turned her head towards the large wall clock above the dividing wicket of the dining room and family room. “Jam 3 pm—” murmur Bu Yanti.

“You further chat?” tanya Bara looked at her mother's face.

“Enggak—don't have to. Yes, mother ahead first. It's 3pm. I must have forgotten that the children need longer hours of sleep. Welded main continue.” Bu Yanti left Bara and was colonized in the dining room. “The medicine is drunk..” exclaimed Bu Yanti as it passed.

PLAKK!

“Kayak no other place. Hold-up.. lunch hour.” Colored bulging.

“Cuma ngetes aja,” Bara replied circling the neck of Sejah from the back of the chair and looking down kissed his wife's cheeks repeatedly.

“I want to sleep, my head has started to get dizzy again.” He shifted his chair and got up.

“Hah? Dizziness? The medicine is taken, said the mother. Drink ya—biar healthy. Hope cepet fit. Come to the room, Mas pijet-pijet.” Bara's eyelashes flapped and his eyebrows raised.

Colored sneering. She knew what her husband had meant, who had been agitated.

“Where is Mas?” tanya Sejah's.

“Still assembling his helicopter accompanied by Dad. I guess there were no toys in the past like that.” He looked at the floor in front of the television. Bu Yanti who was about to nag her husband now sits back together to put small pieces of complicated blocks to form a replica helicopter.

“Come, Mas change his clothes.” Bara pulled his wife's hand up the stairs.

“I can change clothes myself,” sahut Colored.

They have arrived at Bara's room. New sheets and the fragrance of clothes filled the room that was blown by the thin wind from the burning AC. Bara had indeed made high-level preparations that afternoon.

“Drink medicine...” Bara thrust a glass of water that he had just taken from the room dispenser. Seized hands already hold several grains of medicine which he then put at once into the mouth.

They stood up very sweetly. Waiting for his wife to take a sip of water completely and take the empty glass from the hand of the Sejah as quickly as possible. In her hand was a bottle of baby oil.

“Where's book? He said to change his clothes. Ordinary already taken in,” Syndir Dijah.

“Born me in the office watching videos massaging pregnant women. I want to practice,” said Bara with a fluffy smile. “Change the shirt later. Come, here bare.” Bara held onto the arm of Dijah then carried him to the edge of the bed.

With a big smile Bara patted the bed asking his wife to sit down.

The massage Bara promised did happen. But not for long. After plugging the sole of his leg and gently massaging the calf of his wife, the massage began to deviate.

Colored eyes half closed enjoying her husband's warm palm strokes. Although the massage was still in the legs, Bara insisted that Dijah needed to remove all his clothes changed with a sheet of sarong.

Reason Bara, “Kan let pregnant women comfortable. Shortness if underwear is too tight. Especially the size is so. The stomach is not too big, but that's—”

After a long wait of days, Bara impatiently waited until night. His wife's condition was better and he could not miss the opportunity. After a few seconds after the calf massage that went up to the thigh, his hand had already gone up to the chest of the Seized.

The beautiful protrusion from behind a sheet of thin sheath cloth cannot be ignored. Bara pulled down the cover and went to lie down next to his wife.

Sejah opened his eyes and saw the top of Bara's head that was looking down on his chest. He closed his eyes again. Bara lay on his right hand and his left hand now ruffled the man's hair.

“From a long time ago dating turned out to be the same hobby. No commuting,” whispered Colonized.

Bara raised his face looking at Dijah. His one hand still stayed on one of his chests and incessantly squeezed gently. “’Kan, definitely discussed... Entar aja ah. I want to be designed.” Bara got up and took off her clothes.

Behind the perfection of the figure of a husband or a man who is often averaged to Bara in the eyes of friends of the Colonized, the man is still an ordinary man with a heart rate and breath. A whiny and spoiled boy of a mother, a brave and responsible boy of a father, an impatient figure, a, easily provoked and also a sexy man with a desire that is often unbearable.

Just put their bodies together. Attracting Colored closer and closer. Until the sound of moaning was thrown from their mouths. Re-acquainted reaches the sensation that became his goal. They let go together.

Bara panting. Feeling tired and weak but still far from satisfied. He put his forehead on the shoulder of the Sejah, his wife's skin felt slippery by a thin sweat but soft like velvet.

“Mas is still not finished with you,” Bara told Dijah while walking her fingers on the woman's hip.

The To Be Continued.....