CONFESSION STONED
63. Salah

After the Sejah ended their conversation, Bara felt even more unwell. Seen as if annoyed did not get an answer that satisfied his heart. Bara aware of the annoyance Sejah also boils down to a sense of desire to meet.

Bara who went back and forth in his room when calling was actually no less upset. That anger should have turned to Fredy.

The knee still feels pain if it is bent or straightened suddenly. The wound is in a dry stage. But the skin of his knee that stretched suddenly because he was moving too actively often made him grimace.

After dinner, Bara immediately returned to his room on a leisurely walk. He knew that Ms. Yanti was looking over her body. I have to walk for a while. Upon arriving on the second floor, Bara again hobbled into his room.

Caught up, he thought. The longer it is silenced and not found, it is possible that the Colonized will return to act cold to him.

Bara opened the wardrobe and chose one of the softest pants. Moments later Bara pecked her body in front of the mirror. He wore light brown pants and a long black sleeve shirt that he left unrolled.

At 9 p.m., Bara tiptoed down the stairs to minimize friction on his knees. After looking left and felt safe, Bara went to the television room to pick up the car keys.

"Hufft.." murmured Bara. He only needs to arrive in the car as soon as possible so that Ms. Yanti does not ask questions of sorts.

"Where are you going?" Bu Yanti's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Bara's footsteps just one step past the doorway.

"You go to the house," said Bara looking back.

"It hurts, right? Rest first Ra. It's not good if Heru knows you're crawling when you don't work," said Bu Yanti again.

"It's not long, Mom, just meet. I'll go first, yeah..." Bara re-enforced his body to walk more firmly.

"It's hard to know the parents. It's okay. The motor is aja ringsek," yanti bu's nag. It seems that the woman had found her interlocutor inside the house because shortly afterwards it was heard Mr. Wirya replied, "Maybe the boss at home continues."

I have no trouble driving a car. Now all he thought about was how to keep Dijah from noticing the back of his left hand that was still injured. He used to get out of the car to take his girlfriend to the room.

Although filled with misgivings, Bara drove his car to one of the private campuses mentioned by Dijah on the phone.

About an hour Bara circled the ranks of shops and coffee shops located behind the campus.

His eyes caught several red-clad SPGs coming out of one of the cafes. There are no sightings of Dijah, Tini which is usually easily recognized because the color of fire hair is now also difficult to find.

While driving forward, Bara tried to make a call to his cell phone. There is no lawfulness. Maybe Dijah was busy spending his trading rations that day, Bara thought. Finally he decided to go back around the ranks of the store.

And the woman he had wanted to meet all week had just come out of a cafe by herself.

He still wears his uniform. The woman's feet were still wrapped in black stockings and a pair of tall shoes. A tight uniform blouse often protested by Bara, covered in a large jacket that extends past her short skirt.

Bara stopped the car not far from Dijah who was looking down on his phone. He called the number back. No need to wait long, Sejah answered his call.

"Have you come home from work?"

"Uda..."

"Capek huh?"

"Little bit," replied Sejah. Bara's eyes could not be separated looking at the Sejah who looked increasingly down.

Bara looked at the woman wearing her jacket longing. "Kangen me too?" ask Bara.

Bara saw Dijah justifying the location of the jacket he was wearing. "That's a real miss." Colored's answer was a little choked up. Bara felt that the tone of his voice sounded different.

He saw Dijah getting down and then quickly rubbed his cheek. Seized crying, thought Bara. The longing for not being able to meet can always present anxiety and lead to disputes.

"Crying because kangen is normal... It means you really love me," said Bara finally.

Slowly Bara drove forward the car until the door of the vehicle was parallel to the Colonized. With one button, he pressed the passenger window glass down entirely and Sejah could see his arrival.

Still with a cell phone in his ear, Dijah looked at Bara with a longing and annoyed look. And the fusion of the two feelings, implying that her tears could spill at any moment.

Seeing the look on his face, Bara removed his seatbelt and got off the car slowly. He straightened his gait and grabbed the shoulders of the Seized to carry him to the front seat.

"Have the old days finished?" ask Bara when they've been in the car. The car glass is very dark. Bara feels safe, he will not notice the many blisters on his hands that he has stretched behind his lover's back.

"Where is it?" tanya Sejah slowly looked at Bara's face.

"It may not be sudden. You said you wanted to come" said Dijah.

"Geez, the story of last week is still being discussed. I'm out of town, baby... Being colonized now can already cry because of kangen."

Seized looking down at his fingers.

"I'm worried.." muttered Colored. "My feeling is not good," continued Dijah again.

"Here hugged me," said Bara grabbing the body of Sejah into his arms. Defense Collapsed. He wept shedding his frustration and worry in a soft sob in Bara's arms.

Bara swept and stroked the head of Sejah with her left hand full of wounds.

"Sorry.." whispered Bara in the ear of her lover. "Sorry to worry you."

Bara then raised the head of the Sejah and cupped the woman's chubby cheeks. "Don't cry anymore..." Bara then lowered her head to kiss the lips of Dijah she missed.

The kiss that night was so soft and slow. Their kiss that night was salty as it mixed with the tears of the Seized. Slowly but warmly, the kisses welcomed each other.

All that longing can only be solved by a meeting.

Sewn hands move around the neck and down to grip the front of the Bara shirt. Slightly grimacing as he felt his hand pressed against his left rib which was still turning blue, Bara grabbed his lover's hand to grasp.

Although holding back a little pulse due to the touch of the hand of the moving colonized, Bara's hands are increasingly trained and recognize his territory began to squeeze slowly his lover's chest.

The situation in the car was so quiet. All that was heard was the sound of their breaths breathing down on each other. Unbeknownst to him, his hand was severed back from his grasp and started down his left thigh which was perfectly wrapped by light brown chinos.

Right Hand Bara was still gently massaging the Seized Chest while looking for its peak from behind the shirt.

Suddenly,

"Abs!!!" bara's cry as the caress of the Sejah on her thighs got further down and touched her left knee.

Sealed opened his eyes.

"Why?" tanya Dijah was astonished to see Bara's face grimacing. His gaze descended toward the knee he had just held.

"No, it's okay" Bara said quickly.

"It hurts?" Sejah pressing the left knee Bara.

"www!! Sick Jah..." Bara grabbed the hand of Sejah and kissed the woman's palm.

"Why you?" tanya Sejah's. "Why is this wound? It's a wound, isn't it?" tanya Sejah's.

"Nothing is Colonized." replied Bara.

"It's a wound too!" sergeant Sejah swapped to grab Bara's left hand and saw the back of the hand that had just stroked her face.

"Wounded by the motorcycle yesterday," Bara replied, courageously looking at his girlfriend's face.

"You're not from out of town, are you? I hear you mentioned Bayu's name on the phone when he was just from where I was shoe-santer." Colored staring into Bara's eyes fixed. Trying to find some honesty out there.

"Nothing, maybe you're wrong. I used to flinch calling him because he used to pick me." Bara then silently looked at his fingers that were on the steering wheel.

"Definitely a lie.." muttered Sejah.

"I was in a motorcycle accident Jah.." replied Bara could no longer resist the gaze Sejah Yamg as if piercing him.

The To Be Continued.....

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