CONFESSION STONED
69. Fever Detention

'Jejah... Sorry me'

'Worship, you shouldn't believe it. I was clear. You can't gini Jah...'

'Everything I do is sincere. I'm sincere Jah, from the beginning I was always sincere. Even though we are like that. I have no intention of making our relationship joking.'

'Worship, you are ready to come to my house. Acquaintance with Father, Mother and Sukma my sister. I told them I'd take you. Don't get gini...'

'Jejah... What are you again? Dul how are you?'

'Where? Have you met Mbok Jumnya? I helped you find ya...?'

'yeah... I miss. I came, right?'

'Why is my message only read?'

'Dijah, I miss...'

'I'm sorry Jah, I'm really, baby. You're such a big deal'

For several days Bara rained down on the Sejah with a series of messages that only he could read. After three days to and fro looking for which Social Service Bara meant. He did not understand the flow that Mbok Jum had passed after the raid.

A week without meeting Bara and not visiting Dul, Sejah focused his attention to and fro looking for Mbok Jum. He went back to the people around there to ask again about the eviction incident.

But instead of even producing results, the return of the body Sejah felt crumbling. His body was in pain and his head was heavy.

I have been feeling good since yesterday afternoon. And that morning he just rolled up in his bedroom bed. His head was dizzy, his throat hurt like it was injured. Although the room felt unusually hot, Dijah felt cold. By noon he had not yet risen from his bed.

The voices of the other occupants of the room have since been heard. Mak Robin who talks to his son as if he is fighting, Tini who is arguing with Boy about who will buy a mic battery that has been extinguished, which is not yet there, as well as the voice of Asti who seemed to be on the phone under the window of her room with someone she called Mas.

Sejah grabbed the phone located on his right side. Still hugging a bolster, Sejah scrolled the phone screen and again saw dozens of Bara messages. No one else asked him but the man. Messages from his family had only been reported about rice and sugar that was almost exhausted.

His phone battery is almost gone. Ignored him. He got up from the bed and took a glass and filled it with water. His throat was still sore, but he had to stand up to find food to fill his stomach.

"I guess you came out with your mas" Tini said as she watched Dijah leave her room.

"No.." replied Dijah who holds a towel to the bathroom.

His friends just silently watched the different-looking and paler-looking Dijah that day.

"Tin, let me buy some rice. I'm laper males cook." Re-seated out of his room and locked the door.

"You sick? You didn't come?" ask Tini again.

"He's busy, Tin. Want to meet me?" re-colonized.

"Don't go to Gatot's former rice stall satan ya, another rice stall aja." Tini got up from her seat and went into the room. Before long he appeared at the door with a large plastic crackle.

"What's that?" tanya Sejah's.

"You're doing all the laundry. Ms. Miah is sick, can't come nyuci," Tini said in sandals.

"I'm coming" said Asti standing up from his chair.

"I'm coming too." Boy got up from his seat. "I haven't had lunch either" Boy said.

"I'm not an icon, Robin's a corridor!" said Mak Robin still sitting casually in front of her room.

Four men marched out the alley first to a laundry located across the alley. Tini who carried the package walked first entered the laundry.

"Today... Do you have a lot of dirty clothes in your room? Why not wash it yourself, baby?" tease an ojek driver near there.

"Your eyes!" sergeant Tini to the driver of the motorcycle when he heard that.

The pale and flat face of Dijah made him look like a cold-blooded killer. The driver of the motorcycle was instantly silent when he got a sharp look from him.

"Mbak Sejah fight ya ama mas Bara?" asti asked to break their silence towards the restaurant.

"Mbak Tini also seems to have failed to pedekate ama mas Yudi huh? His face continued to pout." Asti patted Tini's shoulder softly.

"But it's okay. At least go back to Tin... Dapet beha!" said Boy.

"Not to be homongi again, before me." Tini said as she glanced at the grim face of Sejah.

"Take your medicine!" tini.

"Eat the rice first, and then I take the medicine." Sejah chose a rice stall on the left side of the alley which is located close to the highway.

With each hand carrying a small plastic crackle, the four men marched back into the alley. In the course of Tini who was walking in front suddenly retreated and took refuge behind the body of the Seized.

"Why the hell?" tanya Sejah put her shoulder together.

"You walk like an ordinary," said Tini.

"Who is it?" Boy looked around them.

"There's Om OYO" replied Tini.

"Om OYO who?" ask Boy curious.

"That's the new one out of the mini market" Tini replied without looking over.

"Beauty Tin!" said Boy. "His name is Om OYO? Is there a building?" boy asked curiously when he saw a middle-aged man with a misty look with a shiny thick mustache.

"Do not know whose name. His only hobby is moving to OYO. I'm ticklish. Duda klimis's. But the smell of wind oil. If I look at it, I think I'm naked. I wear full clothes. Let's run," invite Tini to drag the arm of Dijah and Asti rather quickly pass Om OYO who is reflecting on the rearview of his motorcycle.

"Smuck me Tin!" Sejah stopped at the mouth of the gang gasping. "My head is still dizzy, let's go."

"Yes, it's safe. OYO doesn't squirm on me."

"Do you want her? Kan duda Mbak.." said Asti.

"Wait for the market to go up. If you know it will turn into a five-star hotel," replied Tini briefly.

They spread the rice wrap on the floor of the room and ate the rice in silence. Their moods are not good. Sejah who felt his heart was so empty because he ignored Bara, Tini who did not get a reception from the effort of his approach, Asti who found her boyfriend cheating, and his girlfriend, as well as Boy who is upset because there are no friends duet for the last few days.

"Eat a lot of Jah! Take medicine!" Tini brought a piece of chicken closer to the colonized with her spoon. Just silence.

In that silent atmosphere, from the direction of the fence sounding stormy. The boy who first realized that, immediately stood looking out the door of the room.

"That's her room! Name Colored!" exclaimed a woman known as Boy as a former occupant of the second floor room.

"Tin! Mucus! His girlfriend Gatot satan came with her sodas!" tukas Boy turned to look at Tini and Dijah who were still sitting on the floor.

"Hey Tini! Where's Temen lo whose name is Colonized?? Who hit the cave! Whereabouts?? Here's the duel ama cave now! Let him know what it's like to get beaten up!!" A well-built woman walked into the courtyard and ruffled her waist towards Boy who was standing in the doorway.

"Well!! Modar Jah's! We're surrounded! You are sick again! Maybe if we lose, we have to get out of these costs." Tini was still sitting looking at the pale face of Sejah.

He looked out of the room with a flat face. Slowly he got up and shifted Boy's body.

"Who wants a duel?" tanya Sejah's. Like a snake looking for a batter, the real opponent of the Colonized duel came.

Seized who was in need of an outlet of anger in his heart, seemed to get a way out for a moment.

The To Be Continued.....

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