CONFESSION STONED
155. The Saturday torment

Bara was still standing for a moment at the top of the stairs to bend his head down to see Bu Yanti overflowing with care for Mima at dawn.

Bu Yanti did nag for a while, but the woman looked down again to pet Mima who seemed disturbed by her yell earlier.

Bara opened the door of the room slowly and saw Dijah who was lying in his usual place. The bed that is close to the wall. His hands were cupped and cupped under his cheeks. A smooth snoring was heard from the completely sound sleep of the Sejah.

Bara climbed onto the bed, slashing his body next to Dijah. Hugging a roll, he looked at his wife's face.

“It is so sleepy yes Jah..” lirih Bara stroked his wife's cheek. He stroked the head of the Colored slowly. And until behind the nape of the Colonized, Bara touched the hair tie that still hangs on the end of his wife's hair.

“Saking.... Ordinary before going to bed must be shampooing,” said Bara put the hair tie on the nightstand.

His eyes fell sleepy, and slowly Bara fell asleep while holding his arm against the wrist of the Seized.

Bu Yanti sat on the sofa of the living room still while holding Mima and watching the morning news. Her head occasionally darted towards the stairs waiting for Bara to come down to pick up the baby. The sun slowly came out illuminating the morning sky.

“Mana anyway...so long,” muttered Bu Yanti looked up at the clock. “Mima, where's his mother's father? Uti is going to this college. You also feel good at this hour, so that malem sleeps...” Mima, who is still a red baby, did not escape the scolding of warming from his utensils. Mima pursed her tiny mouth and slept well.

“Lho, aren't you ready yet? I think it's done,” said Mr. Wirya who was neat out of the room.

“From four o'clock in the morning the mother sat here my baby who did not want to be placed in a closet. Bara must have fallen asleep.... Replace the cradle, mom take a shower first.” Bu Yanti handed Mima over to Mr. Wirya.

“Didn't cry if dad was fat? How about milk?” ask Mr. Wirya confused.

“New drink half bottle ASI! I sat down on the couch. Mom not long,” said Bu Yanti.

And as he promised, before long Bu Yanti had appeared in a hurry from inside the room with neat clothes and a bag of clothing.

“Still sleeping?” ask Bu Yanti to her husband.

“Still,” said Mr. Wirya sitting casually hugging a piece of cloth containing a baby with his left hand. His right hand moved the television channel.

“Come breakfast, Ami and Bu Yus must have finished cooking.” Bu Yanti patted her husband's shoulder gently.

“How is it? This beautiful granddaughter—” Pak Wirya spoke to Mima.

“This is the father of his mother who does not want to use a babysitter. ‘Mas wants to enjoy the early days of being a father, ma'am..’” said Bu Yanti mimicking the words Bara.

“Udah—gendong Mima's. I want breakfast first,” said Mr. Wirya stroked Mima's crown and then handed it to Bu Yanti.

“Breakfast first, mother anter Mima with her mother's father first. From earlier the phone mother Bara was not active. His number was not answered. Maybe in-silent because the same day baby. It was 8 o'clock, it could be too late.” Bu Yanti's tirade went up to the second floor.

After knocking and there was no answer from inside, Bu Yanti pushed the slightly tenuous door of the room and looked inside. Seemed by a pair of husband and wife who are tired of keeping the baby for days and refuse to use the services of a babysitter.

“Mas—Mas, sleep handrail kayak to cross the road aja.” Bu Yanti puts Mima among her mother's father. The baby is soundly. Let it go, thought Ms. Yanti. If Mima cried, the baby's voice must have seeped into the eardrums of her parents who were still asleep.

*****

Two weeks later Bara returned to bring his family home. In addition to Dul who was too tired because of a trip to school that was too long because of traffic jams in the morning, Sejah also reminded about the half men who would come home.

Some time ago, the middle-aged man called Tini again and confirmed his arrival.

“Try sure anyone misses again? All the milk bottles? Mima's March? Dul's school bag? Udah ‘kan?” Bu Yanti again bent his head from the fence reading out a list that might Bara and Sejah miss.

Ms. Yanti remained meticulous as always. Waving his hands from the fence, he took off his grandchildren who returned to their home.

Saturday morning, Tini was soundly avenging the necessity to wake up early for five full days. The dream was good and the morning weather was a little cloudy making the zinc thin and the perforated ceiling of his room did not feel sultry as usual.

“Tin! Wake up!” boy from outside the room.

“I didn't join the briefing this morning, mules.” Tini's voice sounded from inside.

“Briefing what? Since when does the chicken coop have a morning briefing? Wake up! No guests!” call Boy again from the outside.

“What the hell is a Boy?” shouted Tini who had gained half her consciousness. He got up and dragged his steps to the door and turned the key.

“There are guests, geeks who are colonized. Wash your face, dry your saliva to the eel. Wonderful, dipake wash face or how.” Boy pulled out a plastic chair and invited the middle-aged father to sit down.

“Yeah, I forgot. Today huh? Aduh—aduh sorry.” Tini slammed back into the room to snatch clothes from the closet and darted into the bathroom.

Mak Robin sits in a plastic chair while feeding her son. Robin eats while watching cartoon YouTube channel.

Shortly after Tini reappeared from his room and had been dressed neatly, he immediately invited Boy to leave for the house of Colored

“Measuring him don't sleep for long!” reprimand Mak Robin upon seeing Tini yawn.

“I was tired even so hard to sleep. Go right, move left. Restless not sleeping,” said Tini back yawning.

“Try facing the Almighty. It must be very good,” said Mak Robin.

“You first Mak, later if you already call me there how.” Tini ruffled Mak Robin's hair as she said that. And Mak Robin as fast as lightning rebuffs Tini's hand.

“Before the road to the house of Sejah, you do not want to tell a short story the purpose there want what?” ask Tini.

“I am ashamed Ma'am, later if you have met Dijah.” The man again avoided telling him the problem.

“Ya already, leave aja yuk.” Tini looked at the already neat Boy.

“Come Sir,” Invite Boy.

“We took a taxi and the father sat in front. So he can't macemin us from behind. I'm afraid we're being snared by his neck or something. Kayak on TV-TV it,” added Tini.

“Kalo there is nothing I can nolong,” concluded Boy with a confident look.

“You help yourself just can't, don't be pretentious to nolong others.” Tini sneered as she flipped open her phone and searched for a taxi app.

“We don't need to be Colored again Tin? It's ‘kan holidays.”

“Kan yesterday was notified. Throughout the week to the work week we just wait for this father,” whispered Tini keep the location standing so that the whisper is not heard from the father.

“Yes too yes... Safe with it.” Boy nodded in understanding of Tini's words.

Saturday morning, the streets were still quite empty. Some people are still asleep in dreams, some are flocking to vacation and some are still busy making a living for their families.

40 Minutes later the three of them had arrived in front of the Colonized House.

“This Mr. his house was Colonized.... In dalem there is her husband. If there is something less delicious, Mr. to both of us just first.” Tini looked at the tall thin-bodied middle-aged father and dressed modestly.

“I just want to apply something to Colored directly. I ‘kan already said that dapet info about Colored through others. So I guess, I do need to hear from him directly." The man looked at the house expectantly.

“Oh, yes already..” said Tini glanced at Boy.

Then, “Diiijaaah..” shouted Tini.

Inside the house, Bara flinched and straightened her body. “This woman..” hiss Bara turned towards the window curtain that was still closed. Sejah who half closed, look up to look at the curtain.

Saturday, 9am. Bara had just put Mima who had just fallen asleep as usual that morning. The baby is changing his sleep cycle at will.

Bara was looking down peppered Dijah who half closed his eyes, when Tini's voice sounded screeching from the fence. For three weeks Bara had not received any service from his wife's lips. But when the atmosphere of mutual intimacy was awakened that morning, the voice of the queen of the chicken coop boomed to the corners of the house.

“That's the guest... Tini brought!” raked Sejah enthusiastically out of curiosity.

“So How is Jah?” Bara still cupped one of his hands to his wife's chest.

“Mas patient...” sahut Colored.

“Kalo gitu, justin Tini wait a minute.” Bara looked down on his wife's chest.

The To Be Continued.....