CONFESSION STONED
15. Male Conversation

Don't forget dilike yes unfortunately Mr. Dean, uh Mas Bara XD

Happy reading :*

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That morning when he arrived at Polsek, Bara immediately headed to a table where the reporters kept the belongings.

From under the table he took a box containing a helmet he bought yesterday to be colonized. He did so in anticipation that he would piggyback on the woman again.

Smiling, Bara wiped the helmet with a tissue and made sure it was shiny. Bara did intend to go to the boarding school to deliver the woman an interview to the cigarette company office.

After wiping clean to make sure the helmet was shiny by gripping it, Bara put it on the handlebar of the motorcycle and he immediately climbed onto his motorcycle.

Just as his motorbike was on and turned facing the fence, he saw Dijah crossing the road and hurriedly entered the alley of his house right next to the police.

Polsek stone fence as high as the chest of an adult can only show the top of the head of the colonized alone when the woman disappeared before she could call.

Sejah that morning immediately went for an interview, with little wonder he drove his bike slowly into the alley.

Bara did not know which house was colonized, but from a distance he heard the voice of the Sejah calling someone and then an old man came out of the house still with disheveled hair. The engine immediately turned off the motor.

Initially, I wanted to directly greet Dijah. But listening to the words of the woman to the man who turned out to be her father, made Bara feel bad.

Once his father was, thought Bara. Should be with that age, Dijah can go to college and hang out with friends and expenses are still borne by his father.

Bara threw a look of hate on the man who was standing scratching his head wrong behavior because of diomeli his son.

Suddenly Bara heard the voice of the sobs of the Seized. Bara who had been looking down now looked up to see the woman rubbed her face many times. Her neat appearance is now a little messy because the woman repeatedly wiped her face and combed her hair tied back.

Bara hates his father more and more. Will Dijah be angry with him if he punches the man now? He could treat his daughter that way.

From the sidelines of the fence Bara see the appearance of a Sejah who looks like a cafe employee in training. Black-and-white. Very homely. With a pair of cheap shoes and a bag he saw a few nights hanging on the handle of the closet. Bag Seized is just that, no one else thought Bara.

Dul who was crying, now looked at Bara and his motorbike with admiration. With dazzled eyes, Dul looked at Bara's motorcycle enthusiastically.

"Let's go up," Bara reached out her hand. Dul who was still a little confused but according to him, welcomed Bara's helping hand and set his foot on a saddle boncano that was quite high.

"Well!" call Bara. "Sorry to come along, worried that Dul is getting late. Where's the show? I'm the one with Dul."

He looked at her and looked confused. Bara could not bear to see the look of the Sejah who would go to the interview that day.

"Eh? How about later..." Seized words disconnected.

"Udah?" ask Bara to Dul. "Where's the show?" Bara ascertained the place he would be aiming for.

"In the tourist park Om," replied Dul.

"Yes, we're going straight there. You went to the office yourself. Excuse me, sir.." said Bara, who still felt he had to excuse the old man who was a minute and wanted to be invited.

It was already half-nine, and the Dul school bus was already close to arriving at the event venue. Bara was wearing the helmet he bought to be colonized to Dul. Many times the helmet came down to cover Dul's face, but Bara saw the boy grinning from the rearview mirror while tightly hugging his waist.

Sejah had to learn from Dul how to hug his waist so tight so that he could show off his flat stomach and sixpack thought Bara.

Upon arrival at the event venue, Bara was stunned to see so many tourist buses parked. Hundreds of Kindergarten children who look stature and face almost equally spilled in the parking lot.

With a backpack draped over his shoulder, his left hand embers Dul's arm and his right hand carries the boy's stock box.

"We look for the cement from your school first yes," said Bara while slightly retreating to see the name of TK listed on the back of the alley sports clothes worn by Dul.

"That's my Om!" exclaim Dul pointed to a group of children who were being herded like ducks by several female teachers.

Dozens of mothers accompany their children while shooting their cell phone cameras at their respective children.

"Excuse me Mom, sorry Dul's late." Bara thrust Dul's hand at his teacher who immediately greeted the boy.

"Yes sir, it's okay, we're also new. Her parents are Dul, right? Don't go home yet sir, help Dul wear his marching band uniform. School we got our first turn." Guru Dul seemed to ignore Bara's answer because the woman immediately walked towards the tents on which were listed the origin names of each school's Kindergarten.

Bara scratched his head and walked with the children. Arriving at the tent, the teacher distributed a package to each child.

"Please help her parents, mother, it's her son's uniform. After the event must be returned immediately, not to be lost."

"This is Om" said Dul handed the package to Bara.

"Mothers.." murmured Bara looked around. Everyone who was there was a mother. There are hardly any men.

"Dul... Your dad?" yelled one of the children at Dul.

Dul had finished dressing, but Bara saw that there was a golden handkerchief she did not know where to put. Bara turned to the left right to see the look of another child.

It grumbled in his heart. This was the last time he was in the midst of mothers in confusion. He had to make sure that his wife would have to be at home just taking care of her children. Can't work.

"Dul's father, here I help." A young mother took the golden handkerchief from Bara's hand and slipped it on Dul's shoulder.

"Well, I see Mas." said the young woman to Bara with a smile.

The colonized must also learn from this young woman to call her Mas as gentle as that, Bara thought.

"Dul has finished, ma'am" Bara told a teacher who was checking the appearance of each student.

"OK Dul goes into line," asked his teacher.

"Is dad Dul?" ask the woman as if she wanted to be sure.

Not wanting to explain much, Bara immediately replied, "yes Ma'am..." Dul turned his head towards him as he said that.

And Dul immediately said, "Well, I line up first huh.." the boy smiled ignorantly at him. Bara.

"Just sit here, our kids are training once again. Only then perform, later if we can look closer to the photos." The woman showed a sheet of mat underneath which had been covered with blue tarpaulin as a seat for the parents who were waiting for their children.

"Our children" murmured Bara alone.

"Dul's Father! Sit here, I made a snack. Come-ayo here," said another young woman who pulled Bara's hand half forced him to sit on the mat.

The coals half crashed on that mat. And in a state not fully aware, he had chewed various kinds of food that the parents' mothers of students had offered him.

"Dul Diem's mother had married again. We no one knows. Not invited, Jeung." said another woman who wears a high head covering with various kinds of flowers almost one pot on her head.

"Yes, we were not invited. So what's Dul's mom doing now?" ask another woman wearing a leopard long vest that was dragged almost to the ground.

"Mother Dul did not work, just at home again did not feel good sleep. I don't like him leaving the house." Bara thought why not just make these mothers have new material to talk about. Tomorrow-tomorrow business they say what to the colonized, it's the woman's business to answer it. A little bit of a sneaky smile.

That morning Bara selling sweet dirubuti mothers who are eager to get a piece of praise about the delicious snack they put into the hands of Bara. Bara keeps the mangosteen while chewing.

When Bara saw Dul, the boy was grimacing at him. Looks like Dul feels bad for having made him stuck in the middle of those mothers.

The marching band music then played. I looked at the origin of the voice.

"It's opening, we'll be ahead soon. Let the kid's picture be nice!" The voices of the mothers reminded Bara of the Canon camera type EOS 5D Mark III which he used to pursue photos of news material.

Bara took off the backpack and opened the resteling to take out his expensive camera. Some mothers who had been noisy to tell each other about their morning activities repeatedly began to fall silent. They noticed what Bara was doing.

Bara's hand deftly opened a transparent box where he kept his camera lens separately.

"Is Dul a wedding photographer?" ask one of the mothers.

"Reporter Mba... Journalist," said Bara grimacing.

"Wih, cool. Dul's father's a reporter."

Of course cool thought Bara. If only people knew some national hero was once a journalist like him, surely everyone would consider this journalist profession to be proud of Bara thought.

Mothers are increasingly amazed to see Bara who deftly install his professional camera. Hearing the praise from the mothers made Bara increasingly put on a mysterious flat face.

The sound of marching band music was getting deafening and Bara suddenly felt her phone vibrate. He sees the call turned out to be from his junior Bayu at the office.

"What's Bay?" suhut Bara with high intonation.

"Where is Mas? We asked Mr. Heru to the office," said Bayu across the street.

"Go to the office first. Say the cave again with the news. It is very important this news" replied Bara with a cell phone wedged between his shoulder and ear. His hands were still busy tidying up the lens box and putting it back in the backpack.

"Baras again at the TNI headquarters huh? The sound of the music is so," Bayu said again.

"Yes. Hence... I'm again in TNI's Mabes. News from Pangdam Jaya. Lo say it like Mr. Heru," replied Bara half-chuckled.

"Ready Mas! Good luck and smoothly mengejer son of Pangdamnya," said Bayu plain.

"Yes, doain Pangdamnya this malem baek into me ye..." Bara laughed in response to his junior's remark.

The To Be Continued.....