CONFESSION STONED
103. Journalist's Tour

“You said I like to read, tell me the truth. Doctor Sun's biography was who I didn't know. My inget is the name of the highway. If until all the names of the highway are told to read his biography, yes mumet As ... My father was born when and where, I don't know. Life is mumbling, I was told to read people's past.”

“Yes sorry Ma'am Tini ... I just kept talking. Mas Bayu is good,” Asti said half a whisper. They were sitting in their plane seats.

“What's the point of reading Doctor Sun's biography. Tauku Doctor Boyke aja.”

“Yes, don't read Tin! So noisy. Later the person can be horrified,” sergeant Boy pinched Tini's arm.

“This point should be straightened immediately. All because of his being colonized. I feel like I have to bales,” said Tini again.

“Ehem!!” Bara, who heard Tini's words, said that he was not yet deaf.

“Lupa I mas-nya Sejah in the back,” whispered Tini then on Asti who again heard Bara and Sejah clearly. The elephant leaned against her husband's shoulder and hugged her husband's one arm tightly. He already knew that Bara was a little upset because he was blamed for the chaos caused by his friends.

“Let's be discussed again!” exclaim Boy restrained.

“People should be soon,” reply Tini. “We must both share the color. Don't take him datengin ak—ya Gusti ..ya Gusti ...” Tini's scolding stopped changing with lamentation. The plane took off from the airport.

To the left of Tini's plane window, Asti is in the middle and Boy is next to the aisle. Behind Tini, Dul sat quietly. The boy has not stopped’waaaw-waaaw’ since. To the right of Dul sat Dijah then followed Bara.

While Heru and Bayu sit on the right row of Tini chairs. So did Mak Robin and her son who were sitting across a row of Seized chairs. Bayu who set their seating location seemed satisfied because he could occasionally steal a glance at Tini who was still nagging Asti.

Heru and Bara used to sit in business class, that day sitting joined in economy class. Initially Bara urged Heru to keep taking business class tickets as usual, but his older cousin assured him it would be more exciting if they all stayed together.

Bara had thought that Heru looked more in need of a picnic than the residents of the chicken coop.

“Aduh ... Die me,” groaned Tini in his first five minutes.

“That's okay?” bara asked Dijah when she heard Tini's unrelenting moans.

“No, he'll be sleeping soon. Udah take anti-sickness medication,” replied Dijah while peeking at Tini from the gap of the chair in front of him.

“I've never seen a drunk person travel for a long time. Fortunately you are not yes,” Bara said looking down at the face of Dijah who patted his arm.

“If yes why? I'm not invited anywhere?” Sejah looked up at her husband's gaze.

“Neg. In your room. No need to go anywhere,” Bara said.

“Enak is that? Like Heru who laughs. Departing office business even mingle with other women.” Seized narrowed his eyes. “The wife doesn't know?” tanya Dijah was curious.

Bara berkilah answer that by pinching his wife's cheek softly. “Testing. Let that be Heru's business. He always does that anyway. Anything brought relaxing,” Bara replied.

“Dul sleeps,” said Bara saw Dul start leaning his head near the window. The colonized put a small pillow into the arms of the boy dressed like the Bara.

“Build part,” said Sejah fixed the location of his son's head.

“Every walk of great spirit. Nawl. Wake up on your own. Pinter,” said Bara also looked at Dul.

“Udah accustomed. For years, they have to be independent. Worried about being late for school. Worrying about being left out of his friends. Dul felt that worry alone. I don't exist,” said Dijah.

“Let Dul school deket home. You can anter every day or wait for him if you want. You can take care of him. Change the time that was not perfect yesterday. That's it, right?” Bara holds his wife's chin.

Sejah nodded, “Iya. Thanks Yes Father Bara ..” said Sejah. Bara kissed Dijah's head again.

“Eh, that Tini tau not if from Batam airport we will cross again to Sri Bintan Pura port?” Bara pointed at Tini with her chin.

“Neither,” sahut Sejah increasingly tightened his embrace on Bara's arm.

“Aduh hugged so good,” murmured Bara who since then his arm continues to rub against the chest of the wife.

“You are good?” god Sewn in a whisper.

“You're really good, but it's still a long time. We still have to watch Tini tormented for 40 minutes on board.” Bara chuckles.

“There are no direct flights to Bintan Island?” tanya Sejah's.

“Mas don't get mad at me right because they're all coming?” tanya Sejah then kissed her husband's arm.

“Angeder. That's why you have to obey if I ask anything,” Bara said looking at his wife anxious.

Shortly thereafter, an announcement from the pilot informed them that they would be arriving at their destination airport.

Sejah also bent his head out of the window to see the vast expanse of sea below. It was the first time he had seen the sea from a different side. The ships look very small. Just points that are like nothing.

“Good yes Mas,” whispered Colored admiring the beauty of God's creation that he had just seen the end of the nail.

“I will often take you for a walk. You and Dul. Our family,” Bara repeated a little stressing our family's words. The one who understood her husband's intentions laughed and hugged the man.

On their right side, Mak Robin, who was as handsome as a thug, was looking down and was not stopping to pray because the plane had turned a little and started flying low. Robin who sleeps on his mother's lap becomes a table for his mother's hand that is looking at restlessness.

Passengers are welcome to disembark through the front door and pass through the garbarata.

“Eh don't want to wake the Tini?” asked Mak Robin who walked past the front row seat carrying her bag.

Sejah reached out his hand from the back seat and placed it in front of Tini's nose. “Still breathing!” exciting Seized.

Bara who was lowering goods from the top of the cabin, grimaced at the behavior of his wife.

“Mbak Tini! Wake up, we're already nyampe.” Asti shook Tini's sleeping arm with her cheek pressed against the wall next to her.

“Tin!! Wake up!” Colored patting Tini's thigh a little upset. All the passengers had disembarked and the flight attendants had stood looking at those who were still clustered in the hallway.

“What is the overdosing hangover cure? Ma'am Tini drink it does not use takaran. Direct sip from bottle.” Asti looked at Bayu's face first. Bayu then advanced towards Tini.

“Mbak Tini ... Wake up,” said Bayu slightly shook Tini's shoulder. Tini flinching, no word.

“Ya already, Asti and Boy way out first. The hallway is narrow, let me try to get upin.” Heru slightly tilted his body to reach the chair where Tini slept half agape.

“Mbak Tini ..” Heru drew closer to her body and called Tini 30 cm from her ear. Tini instantly squirms.

“Yes pardon ... Where are we?” tanya Tini blinked her eyes looking at Heru.

“We're already at Batam airport, let's get off.” Heru then nodded at Asti and Boy who were still waiting in the hallway. He asked them to continue their steps.

“I guess in heaven ... Who calls her voice very sweet.” Tini stretched her body casually. Bayu who heard the words his voice changed slightly then stepped following Asti and Boy.

Heru again laughed happily at hearing the dreadlocks Tini. While Bara still cast a distorted view.

“We go directly to the hotel, right Mas?” tini asked Bara who was in front of him.

“Gak dooong ... We will take another boat 40 minutes to arrive in the city of Tanjung Pinang.” Smiling wins.

“Need another ship? Mucus! Mending me drugged Jah!” Tini dragged her suitcase in limp steps.

“Ya already Mbak Tini way first aja. Here is the suitcase let me help bring,” said Heru who was in the back row.

“Indeed the candidates of the inhabitants of heaven ..” said Tini looked at the face of Heru who again giggled to receive a mishap.

The To Be Continued.....

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