CONFESSION STONED
9. Debaran Colored

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"To the mall, yes" cried Bara from the front.

"No, the market. No need to enter the market, many shops on the side of the road. After the first intersection to the right," said Dijah pointing forward.

Bara followed every clue given to the colonized until they finally arrived at a city market where the highway in front of him was very crowded.

"In the front shop," said Dijah again. Bara stopped his motorcycle in front of a school supply store.

Immerse directly down and go in to see what he was looking for.

"I'm looking for 5-year-old school shoes. Number 30," said Dijah.

"Awhile..." The shopkeeper who was behind the glass steling turned out and crouched down looking at the pile of shoe boxes attached to the wall.

"This one is 85 thousand, this one is 110 thousand, this one is 150 thousand. There are only three brands of Mpok." The shopkeeper lined up three pairs of shoes on top of the glass steling.

The colonized took a pair of shoes at the cheapest price and observed them for a moment.

"The coal! Which money was 50 grand yesterday? I bought this one, I added 35 grand." Colored reached into his pocket and took a roll of 5000 and 2000 rupiah denominations.

"Jeez, I'm not talking about the concept I'm talking about. Mom, wrap this one." Bara pointed shoes cost 150 thousand.

"Well, there's a ma'am's leg? Ask for 3 pairs yes," Bara told the store owner.

"The kok, it's expensive. I owe a lot to you" said Dijah.

"What ga, would be good if you become a lot of debt to me. Can't go anywhere." Bara spoke while taking out his wallet.

"I'm not good" said Dijah.

"Enakin aja," Bara said. The price of the most expensive shoes in the store was actually still too cheap for Bara. But he did not want to offend Dijah by forcing the woman to go to the mall to buy a pair of his son's shoes. He was worried that he would work his bones to pay him back.

"How do I pay him? Cut every mallem for a week, right?" tanya Sejah was a little worried. Bara may never feel anxious because he has to owe someone.

When self-esteem is tied to a certain amount of money with others, freedom of opinion is usually associated. The colonists don't want that.

"Yes, just relax, okay, Jah." Bara took the parcel from the shop owner's hand and handed it to Dijah.

"Thank you, I will definitely pay and continue my work. But it has to stay at night."

"Yes-yes. Now go to your parents' house? All of you I went back to Polsek," Bara said.

"Yes, I'm going there." Sejah grasped the package containing the shoes firmly as if afraid that the package could disappear from his hands.

20 Minutes later the colonized had patted Bara on the shoulder in front of her alley. After Bara stopped the motor, Sejah went down and opened his helmet.

"Makasi yes, if there is something I have to do tonight, then come home. I have permission not to go to work for a week," said Dijah.

TIIN... TIIIN'S...

The horn of a car that sounded close made Dijah and Bara turn towards the sound. A beautiful woman just pulled down the window of a car.

"The coal! I'm waiting in front!" a woman shouted from behind the wheel.

"Eh Jo! Okay!" sahut Bara waved at the driver of the car which turned out to be Joana.

Sejah smiled then nodded and stepped into the alley of his house. A few steps into the alley, Sejah turned back to look at Bara.

Their views meet. Bara was still accompanying his steps with a gaze. A little regretful of having looked back, Sejah returned to walking quickly.

His house looks lonely and Dul is invisible playing outside. He opened the front door which turned out to be unlocked.

"Gee!" call Colored.

"Mother! Right here! I'm cooking the same as Mbah wedok." Dul turned his head to the living room. He walked into the kitchen to see what his son was doing.

"What cooking?" tanya Sejah's.

"Master corn, it was packed sweet corn with the neighbors." mom Sejah spoke while stirring a small basin of flour dough.

"I want to see something, Mom." Dul drags his hand to the living room. The boy then picked up his school bag and took out a piece of paper.

"Awhile I read," said Dijah then examine the contents of the leaflet announcement writing from the school for students.

"Art performer apparently,"

"Yes Mom, I'm in the marching band. Hold drum. Anyway cool. Later there used to be a uniform. The show is not in school," said Dul excited.

"Yes, I'm gonna be cool to see Dul."

"My shoes are Mom?" the boy asked, reminding.

"Oh, already! Mom came here to visit Dul. I bought this." Seized took out a shoe box from his plastic crackle. Dul's eyes sparkled looking at a pair of shiny black shoes with three pairs of socks that were still brilliant white.

"It's all mine, isn't it Mom?" ask Dul plain. He laughed at hearing his question.

"Yes got all Dul," said Sejah.

"It must be expensive, the shoes are good." Dul immediately opened a lump of newspaper from the end of his shoe and tried on his foot.

"Mother met good people" said Dijah.

"Thank you nice guy, I love his shoes." Dul laughed and stood with both hands on his waist. Sejah smiled satisfied to see his only child laughing happily.

"So you're watching me become a member of the marching band?" ask Dul.

"Mother try, mother will come. Departing as usual on the bus together, right?" tanya Sejah to her son.

"Yes, take the bus. Stay in school hours as usual. Two more days, ma'am, don't forget."

"So who picked you up? Lanang Mbah?" tanya Sejah's.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where is Mbah lanang now?"

"Main chess in the shop," said Dul still fun to see his shoes.

"Dul, this is the bakwawan already deadeng!" yelled mom Sejah from the kitchen.

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"Okay car, I don't like to get wind on the bike," Joana told Bara in front of the police.

"You drive, I'm tired." Bara opened the car door and sat in the seat next to the driver.

"Who was that woman? Tumben you boncengin girl," said Joana began to drive her car.

"Source my thesis."

"He's the victim?"

"You educate dong, let me report. Kasian.." murmured Joana.

"Yes, kasian." Bara imagines the face of the real Dijah is still very young and does not deserve such treatment.

"The woman was beautiful" said Joana, glancing to examine Bara's facial expression as she said that.

Bara slightly lowered her smile as she muttered indistinctly, "beautiful huh?"

Bara instead threw the question back at Joana who now felt like she had a rival to get the heart of a warm but very cute man next to her.

Several times they went out together but it was not Bara who initiated their meeting. It was Joan who always started. Bara looks enjoying but like he doesn't want to be tied down.

Even a simple chat like asking if the man had eaten or not rarely get a reply on time. From that Joana felt that he was still not included in Bara's priorities.

"We ate it, it was late afternoon. I haven't had lunch yet" Joana said.

"Can.." answered Bara.

"Where do you eat?" ask Joana.

"As much as you want to where, you are the laper. It's up to Ms. Joana to eat where, I'll go." Bara smiled at the beautiful woman beside him.

Finally Joana chose a steakhouse located in the middle of the city. For a while they both talked about Bara's new job.

"You want to be a journalist? I think you are very relaxed." said Joana.

"My mind is still split into the thesis. Want to cepet kelar," said Bara who that afternoon only drank a glass of juice.

"What does your source do? PSK huh?" point to Joana directly.

"No. Sejah is not a PSK," Bara replied quickly.

"His name was defiled apparently. So what does it do for a living? You said she'd been divorced for a long time and raised her son alone."

"Yes really. A bunch. What was done was colonized a lot but clearly Seized is not PSK. I've been following him for a few days."

"Where are you from?" ask Joana.

"There's a little business. Client Secret (client's secret)," whispered Bara put her index finger on her lips and blinked her eyes.

"It's the same time I was, really stingy." Joana pouting. Bara just laughed seeing Joana a little upset.

Nearly two hours of chatting inside the steakhouse made Joana look happy. They've been in the car. Joana prepares to deliver the goods back to the police station.

"Where are you malem? Play where I yuk," Joana.

He took a deep breath and stopped him. He leaned back in the seat and turned to look at Joana.

"I can't, I still want to do something."

"Whatis that? I can't know? You don't want to open yourself up to me" said Joana.

"Not that, there's something I can't explain everything."

Joana advanced her body towards Bara. Bara's eyes were not black he thought, with the help of the reflection of the sunlight that pierced through his car's dark glass, he could see the man's brown color.

He ventured to pull Bara's front shirt and put his lips on the lips of the man who was always selling expensive.

At first Joana thought Bara would refuse, but it turned out that the man welcomed her kiss. Joana slapped her tongue at every corner of Bara's lips that she had long imagined.

Bullfucking. His friendly and kind attitude to everyone made many women curious.

Joana's breath began to gasp and she increasingly attached her body to Bara. His hands naturally moved caressing his chest and squeezing the front of the man's shirt.

Ember let go of their kisses and took a breath.

"Udah wants to go malem, I want to go somewhere. Tomorrow I play your place," said Bara pinched Joana's cheek that is still ambiguous yet to trace the earth completely. Slightly disappointed by Bara's reaction, Joana performs the car back towards Polsek.

Bara has just finished recording several scheduled criminal trials in court that will take place in the near future. He intends to attend the open session to include it in the news column.

At once he was curious about the fate of criminals who had met and interviewed him at the Policek.

Bara took the jacket he put under the table of one of the employees in Polsek which was already like a second home for journalists.

"Wanna go home?" greet Mr. Santo to Bara.

"Yes, sir, have the seals to put down." She put on her jacket and then stepped down the stairs.

While crossing the front porch of Bara's office waved her hand at Mr. Santo who replied with a nod.

Bara drove his motorcycle to the residence of the Dijah. His stomach was hungry, but he felt a loss if he had to waste time eating out while working hours Colonized with him ended at 10 pm.

Bara is not going to ask about things. He just wanted a plate of rice provided by the woman. Whether the rice is there or not, he was determined to be fed.

That night there was no sight of the unique neighbor. A little unusual thought Bara, then he turned off his motor engine in front of the Sejah room.

GECK!! GECK!! GECK!!

I knocked on the door of the room slowly. After being almost hit by a deodorant throw, it seems Bara must be careful.

FLECKISH

The sound of a key was played from within and the door swung open. He looked at her from behind the slightly open door.

"Tok a bit of a slum?" tanya Sejah from behind the door. The woman's head was still wrapped in a towel when she looked outside.

"Can I come in?" ask Bara. The colon looks a little hesitant and is still talking from the crack of the door.

"Tomorrow, I'm sleepy. Can you do it tomorrow?" tanya Sejah's.

"Color again.." murmured Bara.

"Gerah," replied Sejah. He was still standing at the door.

"I'm Laper Jah," Bara said then pushed the door and stepped in. He threw his backpack into the room Sejah as if the woman's rent was a joint venture with him.

"Eh you can't mas-"

"Jeez Jah.." murmured Bara as she looked at the Sejah who was standing behind the door.

Styled wet hair, a small towel was simply located on his head. The woman covered her shoulders with a towel but was unable to cover a pair of chests wrapped in a tight tank top until the cleavage was clearly visible.

"You're out now... What are you doing?" sergeant Seized who saw Bara walking near him.

"Kasiani my eyes and stomach Jah," said Bara who took off his jacket. His eyes were accidentally pounded on the full Chest of the Colored One that had always been hidden behind his loose clothes.

"Get out there" said Dijah. His face was blushing and he was mistaken to see Bara's eyes heading straight towards his body.

The embers who also began pounding then wrapped his jacket originally on the body of the Sejah and tied the two sleeves of the jacket around the woman's hand.

Bara then threw his body on the thin mattress of the room. "Make sure I'm something Jah, I'm a laper"

The To Be Continued.....