CONFESSION STONED
171. Bara Speaks

Who was the first person he was looking for now? If it was mom, now of course wife. Then child. Only after Bu Yanti nagged because she had no news for more than a week, then Bara brought the family to stay at her parents' house. Ms. Yanti will not remember to nag if she has met Mima.

New embers arrive in front of the fence. When he put his hand to open the fence, he heard the door lock being turned. True to his expectations, Dijah must be waiting for him. Every time you ask why you haven't slept, you must be waking up hungry or going to the bathroom. I guess his wife might have been sleeping. He woke up because he had not yet returned home.

Hair Sewn not clamped. Surely his wife had hurriedly stood up to the door to forget the hairpin that was always standby at the nightstand. Beautiful when her hair is cut. Each Bara said that, Sejah said taking care of the baby and homework was too sultry if his hair was stroked continuously.

The face looks like it just woke up. Although sembab, Sejah even looks sweeter. Go to work in the morning blind and just came home that late, making Bara miss the state of the house.

Things are simple, but always missed if you have been outside the house for too long.

Seeing the Sejah sitting cross-legged in front of a small folding table taught Dul the school PR while nursing Mima. Or hear the tirade of Dijah on Dul who is difficult to be told to take a shower and difficult to be told out of the bathroom when it is inside.

She spread her hands. Hugging a thin Dijah wrapped in negligence. He could feel the soft chest of Stamped on his stomach. Colored chest size that he increasingly likes.

They often skip midnight by eating together and exchanging stories of their activities that day. Become a disgraced listener who complains about unimportant things. I really enjoyed it. That cold and reserved colonized, had turned into a warm figure when he became his wife.

After taking a short bath under a warm shower, Bara saw that Dijah was breastfeeding Mima. His wife's gaze had not been able to see him since. He already understands. Sure, that night Dijah wanted to fuck. Sejah never said anything straightforward about it. Usually Sejah is just seen more often throw a flirtatious smile at him.

After moving Mima who had fallen asleep back in her box, Bara embraced Dijah. His wife was talking at length while hugging him.

He asked if he regretted their meeting. The real question doesn't need to be asked. How could he regret, the Colonized had given him a family. Regardless of his past, Sejah was a good wife and mother. Colored always serves his food, takes care of his clothes, even Colored always understand his habits from the smallest.

Bara liked Dijah from the first time he drove the woman home. His cold and harsh attitude, could not hide the look of his sad eyes. Seized the noisy and inferior every time he looked at.

Bara will not forget how the colonized are so tough and sure to collect rupiah sheets in order to provide their children with halal money. Dropping on the mountain of rubbish under the hot sun.

Bara tightened his embrace. Until now, the Colonized had always made it so meaningful to be a male figure.

Sejah who he thought would be happy to be given the freedom to use money, in fact it is not so. Freed to buy his own needs, it turned out to make his wife more careful. If he asks to be Colored to invite Asti or Tini to shop for clothes and cosmetics themselves, his wife always says ‘sama Mas aja buyinya’.

That's Colonized. The woman truly embodies the ambition of being a full-fledged housewife.

They hugged each other in dim room lights. Their hugs slowly turned into squirming with touch. Bara could feel the Seamed sniffing his chest. Pecking and caressing his chest with his nose. His heart was beating faster. His wife could definitely hear that noise.

Bara squeezed his wife's buttocks gently, Bara couldn't bear to not open the thin negligent barrier of his sight. Movement Sejah raise his bra after breastfeeding earlier cause a tickling taste of its own. Their faces are now aligned. Seized Breath had violently struck his face. Highlight the eyes of his wife also has been said as if demanding a solution.

The thin negligee had quickly been loosened near them. And Bara's hand has opened the last two barriers in his wife's body.

Maybe Dijah never realized that he was sweet and adorable. Since the first day became SPG, Bara was not willing if the perfectly grooved body was wrapped tightly and became a spectacle of men at that time. He really prefers to be colonized at home just like now.

Bara's thumb gently rubbed his wife's lips. He closed his eyes as if waiting for his kiss. It didn't take long, their lips had clashed and welcomed each other.

Being colonized is getting more adept at kissing, Bara thought. It used to be that women's lips barely moved when they made out.

The reality that Bara loved the most was, Sejah was still young. If their sex session was initiated first by his wife, it is certain Bara will be hit by a collapsed durian.

Like that night. Perhaps Sejah had already imagined erotic things while looking at her dressed earlier. A moment later Bara had closed his eyes. Fine groans he could not avoid when the colonized was pampering himself.

After a tired day out there making a living, that night Dijah spoiled him not to need to move much. How can you regret?

*****

Sunday morning in the chicken coop, Tini is awakened by the loud music sound heard from the former room of the Sejah. With an annoyed face and a completely chaotic look, he got up from the bed. Her hair was still messy, and on her cheeks dry saliva was seen extending all the way to near the ears.

“Who the hell? So noisy! It's still early in the morning rock song!” Tini asked Mak Robin who was sitting casually drying her hair.

“Who did you assign the room key to?” ask Mama Robin. “Don't tie it to the weirdo Mak!” pinta Tini is upset.

Mak Robin remained relaxed sitting combing her wet hair. Soon enough the sound of rock music was extinguished, and a short-haired woman came out from the former room of the Colonized.

Tini still ruffled her waist to look at the woman who seemed to not care about her presence.

“Where are you going Dara?” mak Robin asked the tomboy.

“Ke mini market Mak! Yuk,” said Dara then stepped away from there.

After Dara left the place, Tini took a breath.

“No courtesy! Should be respectful to seniors here. Neither did my negur. Early in the morning music like that!” sergeant Tini still ruffled waist. He stared fiercely at Mak Robin who returned his gaze with a lazy face.

“Udahlah! Don't make a noise your mouth! You remember how you used to live here for the first time. Every day you torture me with remix music. From straight, to curly my hair.” Robin brushed her hair back in a relaxed manner.

Since Dijah's departure from the chicken coop, this is who feels the most loss. Colored always understands himself without much talk. Colored who has always been on his side in a unique way.

Many of the nights they spent were just walking to a crossroads just for a pack of satay or two packs of lilok that did not spend much money.

Not that Tini can't remember the time when Dijah first arrived there. Being colonized is more confined to the room and does not talk much. Going home in the morning every night, to the point of making Tini curious.

Knowing the former room of the Sejah has been filled again by others, as if making Tini not willing. He was more willing if he had to be next to the room with Mr. Asti like that time.

Tini stared back at the fence where Dara disappeared into the alley. Seeing how Dara seemed to not care about him, Tini felt it impossible to find a substitute figure of Dijah as a friend in the chicken coop.

“Baek-baeklah you are with your neighbor. Who knows you could be close to him like the one who was colonized. Who knows, she's lonely too, you need a friend. Open the door of your heart to receive new friends,” said Mak Robin again.

“Could not be opened. I've already taken the key. He should have introduced himself first if he wanted to stay here long. Moreover, I look older than him," annoyed Tini.

“Patung Pancoran is older than all of us there is no pretentiousness I see. Pigi there you wash your face,” pinta Mak Robin frowns in disgust at the look of Tini.

Done it.

This is the last part of DIJAH RECOGNITION

Tomorrow juskelapa will update EPILOG as a cover.

The story about Tini's short trip and the cost of the chicken coop, hopefully we continue in Tini's own novel not to reduce the essence of DIJAH's CONFESSION story.