CONFESSION STONED
53. Love Story

Bara observes Dijah rushing into the alley of his house. Colored that day wearing blue trousers with a gray t-shirt top and a pair of flat shoes that he used every day.

Bara did not not know that the current colonized need a good pair of shoes to use to travel. But he did not know how to give the things that are needed by the colonized.

He was worried that the colonists thought that all this time the treatment he received from the woman had been paid.

Bara saw his phone flickering in the middle of the car dashboard drawer. Heru called. Maybe his cousin's brother will talk about what he asked him last night.

"Yes Mas? I'm going to the top of Dijah and his son. Now in front of his parents' alley. What about yesterday is there any information that can still be found?" tanya Bara was curious.

"I've checked all the files, from acquaintances of the prison. Fredy's name has some Ra. But I think the one who approached it was one person. With age and kayak traits you said yesterday. Soon I will send a picture to you so you can check for real or not," explained Heru from across the phone.

Bara opened the messaging application on his phone and saw a photo sent by Heru. Then Bara put his phone back in his ear.

"Yes Mas, that's really her ex-husband Seized. How many times have you been to jail?" ask Bara.

"Four times in jail but out in just 3 months to 1 year. Residivis, Ra's recurrent criminal," Heru explained.

"What crime is it? Anything about violence? KDRT is that, for example," asked Bara impatiently

"His crimes here are the use of group I narcotics. The longest is the 1-year law for marijuana possession. That's it," answered Heru.

"Possession yes... Hmmmm... Okay. Yes, thank you, my. The rest we will talk again. I'm going to go. Maybe he was finally in the middle of going to pick up his son. I was breastfeeding first," said Bara.

"Be careful Ra, you also go out there carefully. I think Fredy's parents still have money to always free their children. But for one other thing, you calm down. If you squirm from the picture, it is clearly much more handsome you," added Heru.

"Was... Can aja. Yeah, I'm susulin Sejah first to dalem. Thank you, Mas, do not be repotined," said Bara then ended the conversation on the phone.

Bara turned off the AC and the engine of his car then immediately went down and rushed towards the house of the elderly colonized.

Upon arrival outside the fence just two meters from the door of the slightly open house, Bara heard Dijah talking while crying.

"Mbok yeah belain me once in a while. Another father would die for his daughter. I don't know what my fault was, like I've never lived a life of trouble. But just a minute's gonna be hard..." Sobbed pretty hard. His words were quite clearly heard by Bara who was standing outside.

Bara's heart felt pierced to hear the Sejah who spoke loudly to others but sounded bitter when talking to his father.

"Why is mom crying? We're not going, are we? Om Bara left us because I woke up late?" The voice of Dul who asked his mother sounded confused.

Not wanting the boy to wait any longer for his mother's answer, Bara shouted from the outside, "Dul.... Waiting outside, yeah..."

Bara then opened the wooden fence and stood outside the door. Mom and son came out together. Seized eyes and nose look flushed because they are wiped repeatedly.

"Yuk," asked Sejah without looking at Bara. He walked ahead of Bara with his son's hand. She was ashamed of that man. If it wasn't for Dul's promise, he might have canceled their plan.

For a moment Bara let Dijah just sit quietly in the car. He gave time to Dijah to re-set his mood.

"Cold cold" said Dul.

From the rearview mirror Bara glanced at Dul who sat neatly folding his hands on the edge of the car window while looking out.

The boy was enjoying the view of the highway, with no sweat pouring down his forehead. AC car alone is already a luxury for Dul.

"Where were we going to Dul? Want to play in the playground, or want to swim first in the hotel?" ask Bara from the front seat.

"Swimming in the hotel? The hotel is similar to a mall but can nginep ya Om?" ask Dul.

"Yes, that's big. There's a swimming pool, there's a playground too. Which one do you want?" ask Bara.

Silence is like thinking. He glanced at his mother who was still leaning and threw his gaze out the window.

"Swimming I want Om too. But-I can't. Uh, I don't have any clothes either. Ma'am, yesterday at the market why didn't I get a swimsuit?" Dul stood up to shake his mother's shoulder.

"There was. Om there bring it for you, later arrive at our hotel immediately swim yes," said Bara. Dul looks satisfied with Bara's words just now and sits back on his chin on the edge of the window.

"What was this morning? Bring a lot of supplies, right?" ask Bara to the dreamy Dijah.

He looked over to look at Bara. "But he said a little, would eat outside. I brought him in. How's it?" tanya Sejah with a slightly confused look.

Good, thought Bara. Now Sejah is confused thinking about the provisions he cooked. Mending thought about it rather than thinking about the quarrel with his father. Bara put on an equally confused look.

"So how? I want to eat your cooking all day" said Bara pouting.

"Later om Bara eat my lunch and mother only," replied Dul from behind. Hearing that, Bara laughed. He looked at his son and smiled.

"Well that's it... More beautiful," said Bara pinching soft cheek Colored. The woman only looked at Bara whose gaze was refocused on the streets.

"How long has it been there?" tanya Sejah's.

"Still long nyampenya, Dul told me to sleep. Let the hotel be seger, can immediately swim." Bara rubbed his arm with his left hand.

"Dul, it's a little pillow. You just lie down if you get sleepy. Sleep first, let the hotel nyampe already seger." Sejah pointed to a small pillow that Bara had provided for Dul.

Nearly two hours later, the car became very quiet. The road began to climb and meander. The son and mother of the passenger car Bara fell asleep in a short time.

The car has entered the hotel's checkpoint. Two guards circulated the baton with a mirror down under the car. A few minutes after checking the trunk, Bara's car is welcome to pass.

Half-bounced looking back, Bara lifted the backpack he had placed behind the seat occupied by Dijah. His hand then opened the backpack and reached out to find something.

Bara took out a small box from his backpack. Actually he intended to give it to Dijah when they had dinner three later. But it seemed, he had to remove the grim look on his lover's face in another way.

The small box contained a ring that he had bought for several days. A simple ring with 0.5 carat GIA certified diamond eyes. Bara grabbed Dijah's right hand which was still drooping and inserted the ring into his ring finger.

For a while Bara looked satisfied because the ring wrapped around his finger Colored perfectly. After tucking the back of the hand once, Bara again put the hand of the Sejahated on top of his bag.

"Well... We've arrived" said Bara rubbing her lover's shoulder. He repeatedly rubbed the shoulders that carried too much of the burden.

He moved and opened his eyes.

"Udah nyampe," muttered Seen.

"Yes, yuk down. Let me carry Dul," Bara said.

"Don't, don't. It's heavy on him, "prevent the Sejah rush down from the car intending to wake his son.

Bara turned off the car engine and hurriedly put the car keys into his jeans pocket.

"It's nothing, Kasian. He's still good. Partially dizzy if you just wake up immediately told the road," said Bara who then rushed down and opened the passenger door.

With the backpack on his right shoulder, Bara lifted Dul's body.

"Close the car door" Bara said. "The supplies go to the officer." Sejah pointed to an officer bell boy with his chin.

"Please get out the bag in the back of the trunk, yes" Bara told the officer. He then stepped into the lobby towards the reception desk made of marble as high as an adult's chest.

"On behalf of Bara Wirya Satyadarma," Bara told the front liner officer who immediately smiled to greet them.

Only then did the colonists hear the long name Bara. During this time, he only knew the name Bara only two syllables on his press identification card.

"Sorry sir, can ask for the car keys to be moved to the parking lot." A security guard slightly nodded towards Bara.

"Geez, sorry I forgot the car was still there. For a moment," said Bara who was confused because his backpack was almost degenerated and Dul who was in his carrier was still asleep.

"Well, get the car keys in my pants right pocket." Bara tilted her body thrusting the right part of her pants pocket.

"In a moment," muttered Sejah stuffed his hand into a slightly tight Bara jeans pocket. "Nobody.." muttered Colored.

"There was. Daleman is a little bit more," said Bara then clenched his mouth. He felt the fingers of the Sejah who was fumbling in his pocket had repeatedly touched objects that were in a state of provocation.

"Geez, my hands are stuck. What's on my finger, what's the string in his pocket" said Dijah trying to pull his hand out.

"Sorry sir, just a second..." The bara grimaced towards the guards who were waiting for them.

"Before a minute, don't move. This is his pocket cloth so want to follow all. Something stuck," said Dijah again.

"Jah, that's mine. Slowly.." whispered Bara.

"In a moment," muttered Sejah moving his hand into an inner position then pulling his fingers out. A thread roll stuck to the eye of his ring.

"I'm using you who...? When is this-" Colored can't finish his words. His eyes were already dazzled by a beautiful ring that he had just seen for the first time.

"That's yours" Bara replied. Sejah looked at Bara's face at a glance then looked back at his ring.

It was the first ring of the Seized. Which is the most beautiful and beautiful. Given by people who have the same feelings as him.

"I'll take off the thread first. His pocket cloth came out all together," said Dijah.

"This is the key sir. Sorry for waiting a long time." He gave the car keys to the security guard. After the security guard left, the view of the Sejah turned back to the pockets of Bara jeans that were still in disarray.

"This isn't in yet." The colonized scooped up the entire inside of that pocket and stuffed it into Bara's jeans.

Bara swerved because again Sejah poke his hands repeatedly touch his maleness. He felt his pants tighten up.

"Well... Slow down, get to me" whispered Bara.

"Huh, just wake up. Close first, look at people later," said Dijah confirming the location of the Bara shirt on the front.

"You are.." complained Bara to his lover.

"Newly so," quipped Dijah.

"The old Udah is not.." murmured Bara with a sullen face.

"Later," said Dijah while smiling at the front liner officers who had been observing their commotion.

Bara back in his mouth. He was worried that he would smile widely because he heard the answer of the Sejah who was always beyond his expectations. Bara had expected that Dijah would be shocked while washing his face and see a ring around his finger.

But the chaos about the car keys actually seemed more suitable for their atmosphere at that time.

The To Be Continued.....