CONFESSION STONED
49. Not the Ordinary Father

"Where is it?" ask Bara across the phone.

"Against Mbok Jum's place," replied Dijah.

"Not hot anymore, is it?" ask Bara again. He refined the question of whether the Colonized scavenged that day or not.

"No, I bought food. I think Mbok Jum is sick. The body I hold is not hot, but lemes, moody continues." Sejah stood outside Mbok Jum's cottage and spoke on the phone in a soft voice.

"His husband just died. Mbok Jum is not excited. You bought that fruit?"

"Udah, I bought it."

"Where to go from there?"

"You go get Dul, you take him to the market."

"Well?" Bara's tone of voice sounded a little worried as he imagined that Dijah would return there alone.

"You can buy clothes for Saturday. Nice shirt ain't no more." The voice of Sejah slowly disappeared as he said that. He was ashamed of Bara.

"I'm temenin, huh?" fresh Bara. Sok-sokan offers a shuttle even though the news editing work from outside the city yesterday has not been completed.

"No, no need. During the day, the ghost sleeps. Malem will not be able to sleep because he is busy ngisep sabu," concluded Dijah relaxed.

"Yes, be careful..." Then he ended his talk.

At dawn Bara made a video call to her, and now the sun has not gone up to her head but the man called her back.

A little troublesome actually. Sejah who used to go to and fro no need for permission and provide information to anyone, now have to repeatedly look at his phone to see calls or incoming messages.

"Mbok want an apple? Let me cut it into pieces," Deformed bargain upon returning to the old woman's cottage.

"I can Jah, I'm not sick. Your words still see me. Your boyfriend will not tell you to start again. Thank Jah... I think he really wants to be with you. I don't think about your status. Take Dul for a walk. Though handsome and work is good. Must be a lot of people who want to be with him." Mbok Jum got up from his lying position earlier.

Hearing the words of Mbok Jum, made Dijah a little embarrassed. He is not used to pouring his heart out to others. Although just just confirming the speech of the person who was talking to him, the colonized could never. Silence usually means agreeing to be colonized. And if he disagrees, it's easier to deny it.

"I want to pick up Dul first Mbok, want to go directly to the school. Dul's clothes aren't good for Saturday walks."

"Yes, go there. Your son's first. You can rarely pick her up at school."

Shortly thereafter the Colonized had been inside the angkot. He remembers when he first met Mbok Jum. At that time, Dijah had just been fired from his job at the restaurant because of the jealousy of the owner's wife eating it to him.

The colonized who had run out of sense and desperate need stomach go on foot from his cost and end up in the landfill.

Mbok Jum invited him to chat and bought him a packet of rice. The old woman also taught her to choose trash that was good for sale.

"Left bang," said Dijah when the carrying angkot had arrived in front of the road located two kilometers from his home alley.

The colonized walked a bit in a hurry as he realized that back then Dul's school must have disbanded. He who always warned his father not to linger if he picked up his son, now even came late.

"Wait a long time, mom?" tanya Sejah to her son who was sitting in front of a dealer of various toys.

"Not long out yet" replied Dul.

"Mother Dul." call a woman who is holding her child.

"Yes Ma'am." sahut Sejah turned to the woman who called him.

"Mother Dul has married again why is there no one to us? We should be able to use a variety of trus singing two albums in her recipe, Dul's mother," said the woman.

"Oh..." The colonist can only say that. He did not understand the real issue.

"Dul Dul Jeung's father... Must be hot now again because Dul's mother dapetnya jejaka singles." Mother with a headdress as crowded as the night market was giggling with amusement because of her own words.

Being colonized only grimaced while confirming the second sentence that the woman had just spoken in her heart.

"Excuse me first Ma'am" said Dijah slightly nodding at the woman while holding Dul.

"Where are you going?" tanya Dul looked up at his mother.

"Mistake. Buy long pants, Mom. Blue color kayak Om Bara. His clothes are also like those used by Om Bara," said Dul excited.

"What's his shirt?" tanya Sejah a little considering the model of clothing that is often worn Bara.

"The long sleeved wear studs. There's alma mater. Cool Mom, I want to."

"We look in the market" said Dijah began to understand his son's intentions. Sejah and Dul drenched in sweat in the dense angkot during the day to the center of the market that sells goods at wholesale prices.

Before taking his son around looking for the cheapest price, Dijah invited his son to stop by a rice stall for lunch. Despite sitting crammed with sweat points over his nose and mouth, Dul ate very voraciously.

After finishing each plate of rice and a glass of iced tea, Dijah again held his son's arm through the ranks of the store.

"Where do you choose between these two?" tanya Sejah thrust two long-sleeved shirts plaid with different colors on her son.

"I like both" replied Dul. A moment of thought, Dijah finally nodded to the seller and picked up the two shirts.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dijah had returned across the road in front of his alley with a few parcels.

"Since there was om Bara, mother a lot of money yes." said Dul.

"The clothes you buy are indeed using money from om Bara, mother has permission."

"Mommy wants to be raised to be the same wife as Bara?" Dul just wanted to make sure that he could continue to enjoy the happiness he had just felt.

"Saturday if you go, don't ask for a lot of weird... Do not talk strangely also to Om Bara," said Sejah to his son when they had arrived in front of the house.

"Artist yesterday, I call you Bara Dad. I'm not angry." Dul walked casually to open the wooden fence that almost collapsed.

I don't know what the function of the wooden fence is now, even Sejah did not know. His father was too lazy and his strength could not be expected. Fortunately, his father still wanted to eat.

Hearing Dul's speech made Dijah realize the origin of the story of father-son and husband-wife drama that occurred among mothers waiting for Kindergarten school Dul.

"Let's go in, take a shower." Sejah opened Dul's school bag and placed it on top of the container. In front of the television lay Mr. Dijah who was watching and snacking on pieces of fried cassava like a python that was swallowing its prey.

"Saturday, I'll take Dul for a walk sir. Please wake up quickly. I'll bring her clothes. This just bought a shirt. Want me to wash first," said Dijah while opening the container looking for Dul's change of clothes.

"Where are you going?" ask Mr. Colored.

"To the playground at the top," said Sejah.

"Who's same? The same guy who rode that red bike again?" ask Mr. Colored.

"Yes, why?"

"At the stall the busy man goes to me. Who is the same man who was killed? Watch out for a man who's more of a dick than Fredy." Mr. Dijah who had been lying down was now sitting leaning against the wall. The elderly but healthy and well-built man seems to be starting a fight with his son again.

"Are there guys who are more dick than Fredy? Where's people? I want acquaintances. I just wanted to take my son for a walk so noisy. If you can't talk about it, at least don't talk about what's painful sir," Sergey Sejah.

Dul came out of the bathroom towards him. Directly cut. The colonized hurriedly dried out his son's body and put on the boy's clothes. He wants to get out of there quickly.

"It will be eaten. Her snacks saved. On Saturday morning, I'll bring you here. Do not sleep late malem," said Dijah to his son.

"Yes. Saturday I promise to wake up quickly" replied Dul.

"Mother go home first yes," said Dijah kissing his son's head. "You go back to the same as Wedok," continued Dijah again. Dul ran straight into the kitchen.

"Here I am jah! Your crew dadi ning wong akih ning gang-gang iki, padu keep gegoro lanangan. (Then I'm Jah! You're the talk of people in this alley. The storm continued because of men)" It turns out that the presence of Dul did not make his father stop babbling.

After saying that, Mr. Sejah sipped a cup of warm coffee that has since been located next to a plate of cassava like the old man's sajen.

"Sek diomongke stalls, stalls, stalls continue. Nek no gelem isin yo ora ning warung. What is gambling dolanan ning kono opo ora? Suwi-suwi warange don't burn sisan! (The diomongi stalls, stalls, stalls continue. If you don't want to be ashamed, don't go to the shop. Playing gambling there is no shame? I can burn those stalls for a long time)"

Colored out of his house then slammed the door of the house with all his strength until his father jumped. Half a cup of coffee in his hand spilled and wet the glove the lazy man was wearing.

The To Be Continued.....