CONFESSION STONED
115. Anger Reason

That night I was out of the office a little longer. After stopping by her parents' house to deliver Joana's flash drive, she arrives back home almost midnight.

Bara called Sejah from the front door. And as usual, his wife came out without her having to linger on the pitch dark. Sejah appeared in front of the door with a sleepy look.

“Too I brought the key, your sleep must not be disturbed.” Bara closed the door and then took his wife to the room. As is customary, Bara went straight to the dispenser and filled a full glass of water and took a sip to completion.

“Nggah ah, briefly I do not know Mas return home what time.” Seached took the backpack out of Bara's hands and put the backpack on the desk. “Old pocket?” tanya Sejah later.

“To home mom no business for a while,” replied Bara while removing her clothes near the bathroom door. Joana's question about the pregnancy of the Sejah added to the material she had to think about. He felt that he had not asked Dijah clearly about the IUD that was still attached to his wife's body.

After removing the clothes and putting them in a basket located next to the sink, Bara opened the warm water faucet suit. While thinking about how to ask about it to Dijah. Meanwhile, Dijah is opening her husband's phone. It was already midnight and the phone was vibrating as two message notifications popped into the screen.

From Joanna again.

‘Where? Did you ‘kan pendasikan I entrusted to your mother? Because it was not so eat out, next time you have a promise debt. Hehehe'

‘Sorry yes Ra, disturb the middle of the mall. I don't mean anything. By the way, congratulations again on your wife's pregnancy. The day after I could meet, I seriously wanted an acquaintance. Please greet me to your wife yes.’

She closed the message and put her husband's phone back on. He crawled up to the bed and curled his back to the side that Bara usually occupied.

“Continue sleeping? Didn't wait for me first?” The sound of embers just coming out of the bathroom was heard near the closet. “Jahs... Don't sleep yet. I want to,” Bara said take off the towel and grabbed a boxer loose and thin.

With his curly hair wet and lavender-scented shampoo, Bara climbed into the bed and immediately hugged his wife's waist.

His hand instantly touched the stomach and rose to the chest of the Colonized. With one hand he unbuttoned three negligee studs to tuck his fingers in search of the top of his wife's chest.

Bara continued to kiss the shoulders and nape of the colonized who still closed his eyes. Disappointed because of the contents of Joana's message. Also Bara who did not tell the reason to his mother's house earlier. He tried to ignore the touch that began to make him creep.

“Jahs... I want nanya, you don't take it personally. You still have an IUD?” ask Bara in a soft tone. He grabbed the body of Sejah to turn towards him.

“Why?” tanya Sejah's. “Before never like that,” sahut Sejah looked at her husband. During this time Bara just said about not going to force, will wait and ask for the presence of children like the last time her husband said during the holidays.

“I'm just nanya. I want to have a child, you can. But I need a mastiin about that.” Bara stared at Dijah with a shady look but his wife looked fiercely.

“So far, I never wanted to talk about it. Why are you asked today? I replied iia—iya. Patience. Was it because I met this woman today? Speaking what? Did you say I was pregnant? What if I am not pregnant? Why should I lie? Your shame? Did you start marrying me?” fierce Seized with reddened eyes. Actually, if not for Joana's message, Sejah will answer her husband's question honestly. But realizing Bara who seemed to consider every word of the woman who chased him long ago, made his heart throb.

“I—aku like that. Yes, sorry.I was from my mother's house because of the care of Joana. He came to my office, just asking for help. I'll let our conversation finish quickly. This IUD question has nothing to do with it.” Bara can already guess that Dijah must have read a new message on the phone that he has not seen.

“Must have nothing to do. I am less because of me. Do all women have to get pregnant if they are married? If you can't get pregnant yet? Why can't you answer that question wisely? It's not ethical like that Mas! Not all women are the same. Rejeki is also different,” firmly Sejah still looking sharply at her husband.

“I'm Male Colored. Okay, I was wrong for answering that. But I also have concerns. You already have Dul. I assume he's my son, but I still want proof, if I can also send a child to you. My pride as a man is disturbed. You also have to understand from my point of view,” said Bara in a slow tone. It was past midnight and he did not want the sound of a fierce debate until it was heard outside the room.

“If I'm not ready to get pregnant how? What if I talk to Mas? Can I take another word to the woman? How long has he disturbed our business. Slowly but surely he's become like a poison.” Regret Seized peaking. After the visit to his father-in-law's house, he still felt haunted. Indeed Bara never compared it to Joana, but meeting the woman in front of the mother-in-law who could not be taken away from her heart felt very difficult for Dijah. He's trying now. Why does that woman always bother him. Added burden.

Sejah started crying with a muffled voice. Although still facing towards her husband, Dijah had buried her face into a pillow. If Joana attacked him with sharp words directly, the Sejahideen felt confident that they could retaliate. But the woman bothered him with the level of confidence and capital she did not have. Colored minder.

“Kok so cry? By the way, it's not clear. Look at me first... Colored..” call Bara.

“So how should I? He said nothing but that. The rest is just about mom. Should I tell you not to call me again? If you know, I can be considered petty Jah... I can be judged too strongly. I feel like a girl's desk.” Bara grabbed the hand of the Sejah who covered her face. “Liat me, I'm talking again. Don't think gini..” Bara pulled out the hair that covered his wife's face. Colored still as hiccup.

“But I don't like. I don't like it. This is my life, my household, I don't want to talk to anyone else out there. Go home directly to me. I said wait, be patient. But Mas is more disturbed by the words of other women than keep my feelings.” Sobbed with shaky shoulders.

“I'm starting to not be confident Jah,” murmured Bara. “I boy. Maybe this is the feeling that Heru first felt. Or he ever make Mbak Fifi cry also because of the matter of wanting to have children? Or is Heru sage ordinary? I don't know. I'm just starting to not be confident.” Bara stroked his wife's head many times. Hugging the body of Dijah who was still shaking from crying. “Sorry me... I've mixed up the problem.”

Bara's anger about Fredy is not over. Hearing the news of the verdict of his ex-wife's husband made his chest rumble. It's not just angry. He jealous. A feeling he never anticipated. Never expected it. Bara is jealous of Fredy who could make Dijah conceive his son.

“Udah early. Don't cry anymore. Your husband came home from work tired. I'm not outside macem-macem Jah... If you make a mistake, don't be angry for long.”

The crying began to subside, but he still did not look at Bara. His position was still curled up on the man's chest. Burning half of his face on the pillow, he tried to sleep. It was hard to get rid of anger at that moment. Instead of saying things that are not pleasant to hear the ear together, he chose to ignore Bara.

“Hei, sleeping?” tanya Bara returned to tidying up his wife's hair. Silence does not affect.

“Jahs... I want, don't sleep.” I don't want that commotion to continue. Since flushing his head with warm water earlier, the desire to make love that night arose. His mistake touched on the topic of heavy talk before he could finish his wish.

“By ya?” tanya Bara asked for approval. Colored unmoved. Seeing no reaction, instead of receding, his desire grew. Bara pulled the negligee worn by his wife to the limit of the woman's chest.

“I'm not feeling well, tomorrow-tomorrow.” He said that in an indistinct voice. Bara put the back of his hand on his wife's forehead. “Rot hot,” says Bara.

“I'm sorry,” Bara said as she kissed Dijah's neck. He has taken over his wife's body. One hand he used to get a thin batik negligee off the woman's head. Her other hand was already nimbly fingering her back and removing the bra hook.

In the next second, Bara had sipped the top of his wife's chest with a clucking and hunting breath. While Colored, still turned his face away.

The To Be Continued.....

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