CONFESSION STONED
5. Directional Stares

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Bara is recording a simple news story. Just about a starving 10-year-old kid snatching a cell phone belonging to a mother who was shopping at the market.

The boy was slightly injured on the head and was bleeding slightly on the tip of his lips. Some people in the market took him to Polsek after slapping him several times.

The phone was returned to the owner and the child received a warning from an old policeman who sat down to give him a bottle of soft drink.

Bara was observing the dirty body of the boy. His clothes were clean and not tattered. It means he is not a vagrant who used to sleep under a bridge or the edge of a shophouse at night.

After hearing the confession of the child who stole just because he wanted to have a cell phone like his friends because he could not stand being ridiculed poor, Bara dumped his recording device into a backpack.

This is not news he thought. Crime from lifestyle stress and hunger is commonplace and too common to fit in a corner of a newspaper column.

As a new journalist, Bara felt a little too tired. He had to be a news reporter and an S2 student working on his thesis at the age of 28.

In his thesis he brought up the topic of violence against women. The source is not yet clear who. Yesterday I met a prospective speaker but it seems a bit unapproachable.

The sky was almost dark and he had been sitting on his motorbike flicking open his phone. View a series of messages from group chat or private.

There was a message from his father asking what time he would come home later tonight. Usually Bara's father, Mr. Wirya asked his son for sure because he wanted to invite him to play chess. Bara's parents were both lecturers. His sister, who was two years adrift of him, was married and had two children. She lives with her parents like an only child.

Joana's name is at the top of the message list. There are 25 unread messages. Bara didn't even realize at what time the woman was looking for him. He combed his hair with his hands and began to open messages from women who were approaching him.

Bara realizes that Joana is putting her heart on him and the last few days has been more intensively inviting him out. Joana is his lecturer at the college. They are the same age, but Joana has finished her education abroad first.

Beautiful and rich woman. There's no way Bara doesn't like him. Any man would easily like Joana who is sociable and easy to get along with, educated, and comes from a distinguished family in the field of education. His father was the rector of the university where Bara studied.

Bara hasn't dated in a long time. He is too relaxed in love affairs because he is still comfortable with his solitude to and fro. But when Joana approached him, Bara could not resist. He began to put a little heart on persistent women often send him lunch and small attention.

'Entar malem where are you going?'

'I pick you up at home and we eat yuk, how? Don't ride a motorbike'

'I'd like to send you lunch but you don't have to chat. What are you doing again?'

'Marine...'

'You ain't got no fucking taste of me'

Those are some of the messages Joana sent to Bara since 11 p.m.

Saturday night, his body was tired and felt sticky because of all day on the streets. Tossing in bed or watching television with his father is more tempting than hanging around out there.

Bara re-opened her phone and typed in a reply for Joana.

'I'm with this father again, I ask you to go somewhere. We'll be out tomorrow. It's nothing, right?'

Bara who felt that he did not need permission for anything and where from anyone immediately pocketed his cellphone and turned on his large red motorbike.

But still a few meters out of the parking lot on the left side of the Police Station, Bara saw the figure of the colon was walking in front of a small child.

"It just so happens" Bara muttered alone. He quickly turned off the engine and parked it in its original place. After bagging his key Bara slightly ran out of the Polsek yard to walk down the dusty highway.

"Where is the Colonized" he murmured again. The colonized continued to walk past an SPBU then turned to the left.

"Ooohh." said Bara later when he saw Dijah go into a fast food burger outlet and fried chicken. From outside the glass, he saw that Dijah was waiting in line in front of a cashier to pay for his order.

DRRPRTS

DRRPRTS

The phone in his pants pocket is shaking. With a gaze not separated from the Colonized, Bara hastily reached into the bag.

Apparently Joana.

"Hello?" bara Sahut.

"Bara, where are you?" joana asked across the phone.

"I'm outside."

"Where? I'm going there now."

"Don't, there's important business. I'm closing now yeah, I'm calling again." Bara did not have time to hear Joana's answer because he slowly walked to the glass door while looking at the down-turned Dijah tore the sauce packaging.

Why just buy a box, Bara thought. It was dinner time, but Sejah was so romantic just sitting with his son eating.

Bara pushed the glass door and went into the fried chicken outlet with the intention of buying two packages and eating with Dijah and his son.

Within minutes Bara had been standing by the mother and son's desk with a tray full of his hands.

He was unaware of his presence there. Bara heard a conversation of the Sejah who was calming his son. The boy picked up a pair of shoes.

Bara took a look at the boy's appearance. If he met the boy at a crossroads, Bara must have let out the abuse of thinking the sweet boy was a beggar.

That boy must be a child he thought. Her face was oval sweet with sharp eyes similar to her mother's. The boy stuffed a small piece of chicken into his mother's mouth. Colored very differently while being with his son, thought Bara.

Bara then stepped closer to the table and placed his tray in front of the Sejah.

"Dul's mom didn't eat? Let's eat together. Also today I want to eat fried chicken."

Bara smiled showing her teeth and blinked her eyes due to the surprised look of Dijah and Dul.

"Let's eat," invited Bara to thrust the tray towards the Sejah.

"I'm full. What are you doing here?" tanya Dijah was suspicious. He did not want Dul to think that it was not when he saw him with a man.

"I don't think there's another empty table," muttered Sejah.

"Nothing, see for yourself." Bara looked around the table and shrugged his shoulders as he proved his point.

Colored quietly then poking Dul's dazzled arms staring at Bara so that the child continues to eat.

"Fast eat, I want to work later." He said slowly to his son. Dul nodded then continued eating.

"Eat Jah." Bara again invites Dijah to eat. The woman's hand was folded on the table. Occasionally he cleaned rice grains that were stuck on his cheeks because he ate too hastily.

"I'm full," replied Dijah again.

"Dul, your mother won't eat. Though he has bought a lot so he can eat together. You said dong to your mother." Bara smiled back at Dul.

"Mom eats, we can't eat this every day. Mubazir Ma'am if not eaten. I talk about it often." Dul said as he looked up at his mother's face, who was still staring blankly at Dul's rice paper which was almost finished.

Sejah nodded then got up towards the wastefal located on the inside of the restaurant.

"Tos! Dul pinter," said Bara raised his left hand towards Dul who welcomed his hand.

The colon is hungry. At home only a bowl of cold white rice left because this morning he removed the plug of the rice cooker to save electricity. Usually before going to work he returned to lay an egg to survive until one in the morning at the cafe.

"I also rarely eat this Jah, expensive. I eat at home. So don't let you refuse, redundant as Dul said." Bara started to open the rice paper and ate casually.

As much as possible Bara made Dijah feel comfortable with his presence there. Once again, Bara felt that being colonized looked different when she was with her son. The woman looks more civilized.

The soul of the Seized Motherhood which though was not meek, but sounded warm. Bara could feel that Dijah loved his son very much. Evidently from the Sejah who was willing to prostitute himself to give a living to Dul. Ah, pity Dul thought. The boy did not know that his mother had to sell herself just for the sake of a pair of shoes.

Almost an hour in the fried chicken restaurant, after saying thank you for the fried chicken he ate, Sejah pampit on Bara and quickly took the child back to his parents' house.

As fast as lightning, Bara returned to Polsek to pick up his motorbike. He was determined to book the services of the Colonized during this week. If only last night only 50 thousand rupiah, a month he can still think Bara.

Bara deliberately turned on his motorbike on the side of the alley so that he did not fail if Sejah suddenly stopped the city transportation.

Sejah walked leisurely out of the alley. A dull pair of jeans and a black t-shirt made Sejah look like a single woman without children. From a distance Bara looked at the woman. Cleanly he thought.

Although the morning scavenged the garbage, but the appearance of the colonized far from the impression of a scavenger. Sewn just dull. Rubber sandals in the form of branded KW sandals must only cost 25 thousand in the market.

"Well, I'm anter yuk." Bara returned to throw a similar smile as in the fried chicken restaurant earlier.

"Well, why is it still following me?" sergeant Colored.

"God.." murmured Bara holding his chest. Being colonized without Dul is back to being a lion he thought.

"I want to go home, I want to work."

"Well, wait." Bara drove his motor slowly to step the woman.

"What?" tanya Sejah's a little frustrated. "I don't want to mess around. I want work, I need money." Dijah ventured himself to look directly at Bara's face.

Expensive looking black plaid flannel shirts, white t-shirts, big expensive motorcycles, branded backpacks, a pair of three-striped sneakers that are sure to be genuine for the man's body.

I don't know what this man in front of him wants, thought Sejah. He's minder. Bara's gaze was like stripping him naked. Seized slightly shifted her legs as Bara looked down. He realized his sandals were very shabby.

"When you work for 50 thousand, what if I hire your services? Aweek? Only until 10 o'clock. After I got home from work, you brought me. Talk about helping me with my work. How's it?" tanya Bara hoped that the Sejah would support her.

"Where's the work?" tanya Dijah became interested.

"Where is it. I can go to your house. How's it?" ask Bara again. In his mind, of course, it was common for the PSKs to receive guests at their boarding houses.

"Can. The important thing is not to fuss too much. Don't macem the whole thing." Sejah cast a sharp look.

"I am mediocre" Bara replied quickly but his heart was full of questions. What kind of guest is that? Make love with a variety of styles or as ever Colored tell him about an ex-husband who wants to memo*dominya?

"There's a condition, too, can you?" ask Bara again carefully.

"What's? If the conditions from there are difficult I emoh."

"Ga hard. How old are you?" ask Bara.

"23."

"It's called me Mas Bara" Bara smiled.

"Emoh. Bara. If the talk is over, I'm leaving now," upset Colonized for feeling too much demand.

"Welcome!" exclamation Bara spontaneously. He looked at her a little surprised.

"I'm anter home yeah, work starts this malem." Bara tapped his big high motorbike. The man immediately put on his fullface helmet and strengthened his legs waiting for Dijah to step on the saddle of the boncery.

A moment Sejah looked at the big motor Bara that looks expensive. Then he walked up to the splat and managed to climb up without touching the man in the slightest.

"Yes, the road" said Dijah patting Bara's shoulder.

"Handle Jah, your waist aches when you sit up straight. You must lean my body forward." Bara started to drive his bike slowly.

"Hugging there while tasting my chest? Yes it's good that it's soft. Men everywhere are the same. If it's not tense, don't be happy." Colored nagging Bara while holding on to the edge of the back seat.

"Yes that is also the meaning of being colonized." said Bara wonder. Strange to think. PSK but still the calculation is only about sticking his chest alone. So the 50 thousand tariff is just for entry?

Bara clucked slowly then drove his motor carefully to maintain balance. Bara is now like carrying a statue tied rigidly in the corner of his motorbike. He did not treat her like a customer.

The To Be Continued.....

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