CONFESSION STONED
143. Drama Seized

“Pak Bara, this flash from Mbak Retno.” Nia handed the thing to Bara who was looking down.

“Mmmm...” murmured Bara assented without turning her head. He still lowered his head to crosscheck one by one news title and air date. Feeling that someone's shadow was still in front of him, Bara looked up. “Oh, okay.” Bara took a small object from Nia's hand. “Makasi,” says Bara.

“Sama-sama Sir,” says Nia. The girl passed from before Bara with a step as light as a feather. His lips curled a smile that was too wide just because it returned a flash.

It has been almost a month their office the arrival of internship (internship) students.

Heru said the program is more educational. The focus of implementation is to provide work experience, not like a job training program. Interns can feel directly how to run a job in a company or division.

From this experience, Heru expects the intern to be able to have a picture of his career in the future. If serving in a division, work activities that will be faced, more or less will be the same as those described when they undergo internship.

This was one of Heru's efforts to help some of the new divisions that were established and lacked manpower.

Helpful indeed, but Bara was a little distracted. When Heru can lock himself in the room and easily limit himself with the feeling of arrogance obtained as a director, different from Bara. He was more often outside the room. Answer all questions and get in touch with new students who are still groping for the tasks in the office.

Plus the enthusiasm of a sweet, straight-haired student named Nia who was judged by Bara a little excessive on him. Nia sweet. Her skin was pure white and she looked different from her friends. Nia seems to come from a capable family. With such a sweet face, no wonder Nia almost always gets convenience from office employees who are dominated by men.

But for Bara, sweet Nia just got there. Just like the beautiful women he saw passing by and admittedly beautiful in the heart only. He's not a blind man.

Not too geer, but Bara was also a student who almost always got female attention on campus. Just turning to the back table and meeting the eyes of his female classmates, he immediately got the question “Nyari what Ra?”

And these past few nights, Nia came back to the office to deliver various meals for employees and some friends who were overtime. Bara paid less attention to it until Heru finally came out of the room.

“Wih... who brought stock?” ask Heru.

“Nia Sir,” Retno replied as she stabbed a piece of chicken katsu and put it in her mouth. “Gabung Pak, here..” invite Retno.

Heru approached and picked up a new plastic fork to sample the chicken pieces.

“Pak Bara does not want Sir..” said Nia joking.

“Will not Ra?” ask Heru. “Enak youho,” connect the director of The Term.

Bara looked up and looked at Heru with a flat gaze. While Heru flashed a meaningful gaze, “Hargai dooong”

Bara got up to the table where some people were crowding. His hand immediately took out a new fork and pierced a piece of chicken. “Enak nih,” said Bara then ate it. With his mouth still chewing together, Bara looked back at Heru who was holding his smile.

The next menu came the next night. Although she did not go overtime, Nia came to bring food. The sweet student asked Bara to sign her license. It's a very common thing, he's done that a lot. Also about Nia who asked to join his division, the criminal division is not just a Bara. A bunch. And Nia made all those things special.

Nia is 21 years old and knows she is married. Several times office employees also joked about Bara who will soon be ‘fasting’ because the day of the birth of the baby is getting closer. Nia must have heard about it too.

What can I do besides delete those messages? She sent him messages during the day and during business hours. It's just about the office. Prohibiting the student was openly considered Bara too childish. He might be considered a handsome ass. After all, he felt that there was nothing to do. Does he have to wear a face mask so that Nia does not linger looking at him?

“Jah..” call Bara from the front of the wardrobe. He was wearing his t-shirt then tuned the sleeping lights and crawled up onto the bed. The colon still backs him.

“That's an apprentice, nobody. They were almost in the office. His name is not easy on the contact list. Gak Mas bales is also ‘kan? Because it's just a normal affair. He also sent his message in working hours kok,” Bara defended himself. He pulled a pillow that covered his wife's face.

“Why should I send messages during business hours? Didn't meet at the office? Mas from morning until night at the office but want to talk must be through a message. Wh why? Want to spoil people's husbands? Ask the husband of the person waiting for his cooking to eat malem. I don't think there is a wife who can. Every afternoon I nanya, overtime no, go home at what time, want to guess what. Answer does not exist. Its nothing. Apparently in the office there are diligent bring food.” Colored nagging Bara at length still turned her husband.

“Yes, it's not just me eating. Heru too, rame-rame. He said he likes to cook, so often bring food to the office even though not overtime.” He hugged his wife from behind. Swiping the large stomach that is carrying her child.

“Sampe knows women are cooking hobbies. Why not open a restaurant? More useful than ngasi eat people office to start a conversation mode with husband people,” cerca Sejah hear her husband's answer.

“Yes don't know. What should I say like that? You open a restaurant.... Geez, I have nothing to do.”

“There is nothing to do. I also do not refuse to do anything. Yes already, his hand there.” Sejah raised Bara's hand from above her body and put the hand away.

“I want to sleep. From the dark sky until the dark sky again I wait for my husband to come home, read the message like it makes my heart hurt. I've been out of the house meeting other people longer than I have. Sampe Mas knows other women hobby cooking. Yes, I did not do anything, but I listened. Slowly go into my mind. If I asked the woman who was wearing what color clothes today, surely Mas could immediately shadow her head. Sure!” sergeant was colonized after removing Bara's hand from his upper body and then re-rolled.

A sky blue shirt that fits on the body and is rolled up to the elbow. Black material pants with a pair of white sneakers. That's the outfit Nia wore today. And Sejah was right, he could imagine it. Now he does not even know the color of his wife's negligent pattern that always looks the same.

“Sorry, I didn't mean anything. Everyone in the office knows Mas is waiting for the birth of baby Mas. Mas is too busy,” said Bara.

“I don't work. My job is just at home, cook and wait for my husband to come home. I know I don't like food. That's why I always cook. Always go home late whatever you eat. Today do not eat because someone brought food to the office.” He began to get stuck in his own words. He pulled the end of his negligent collar to cover his mouth.

“Yes, Mas's wrong. Sorry..” Bara tried to hug his wife's body. “Enya rame-rame really, not both.”

The colonized again raised Bara's hand and brushed it off. “If it's too late and laper, go home. Eating at home is not as good as office tea that can be giggling. Which is also seen the sight of people wearing neat clothes, not a kayak negligee at home.”

“Enggak—. Not about that. You can't like that. Mas want to hug the wife of Mas really can not,” said Bara rubbed the head of the Sejah. Colored directly dodged and clucked while clasping his hands.

“Mas promise buyin my shoes until now forget to continue. My baby box for this room hasn't been bought yet. All are placed in the mother's place. But I promise, I don't ask. But it was Mas who promised. I keep waiting, Mas busy, forget to keep.” Sejah was crying sobbing. He pulled his negligee over his face and buried his head into the pillow.

“Yeah, don't do it. Colonized.... Maafin... They are busy for all of us. Let the children be enough. The office is growing. Mas and Mas Heru made a lot of risky decisions to be able to compete with new media. Sorry if Mas is negligent.... Weekend not taking work. We go buy shoes with the baby box. Yeah.don't cry. My son is big in your stomach. She must have heard her mother cry.” Bara hugged his wife. Piled his head on top of the head of the colonized. His hand rubbed his wife's stomach. Bara felt that their baby had just moved as if he had heard the noise of his parents.

A moment later he heard the cry of the Sejah subside. His wife put her shoulders back to get rid of her head and her arms.

“Neventless. Don't buy shoes or boxes. I don't want any more. Nothing,” said Dijah then got up and grabbed the blanket at his feet. “Sorry that I was too fussy and troublesome all this time. I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first. I have been waiting for you to come home. I guess we can eat together,” said Dijah then closed his body and closed his eyes. He tried to sleep. His heart is dramatizing the sadness. Sejah pitied her and her baby who seemed to be pushed aside.

Bara. End he thought. It turns out to be this serious. He's negligent. He forgot about the Sejah who must have noticed his habits. He was too busy until recently he often forgot to ask, “You've eaten?” While Sejah was always waiting for him, never absent asked about his lunch menu or overtime plan. He could only stare at the back of the wife who was unwilling to be touched by him. Heart wry.

The To Be Continued.....

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