CONFESSION STONED
116. Maafin Mas

“Jahs... Sorry..” whispered Bara in his wife's ear. “I'm selfish, immature.” Bara half overstretched his wife's body. Looking at the face of the colonized with clarity. He did not want to be revived to turn his face when talking to him.

“Mas dengerin talking about other women than me,” isak Sejah again.

“Enggak—... I don't hear anyone else's talk. Sorry, my mind is too complicated. Easy hot. Sorry Mas Darling..” Bara cupped one hand on his cheek, while his left hand supported his body to divide his weight. His activity incited Dijah at once stopped.

“I'm sad Mas came home talking like that. I did not meet that woman either. But I knew I didn't like him. It even makes me think macem-macem. The one I taught was open. By the way, if there's anything, now it's Mas who's like this. I have to kayak where. Just over a month, but Mas kayak forgot Mas's own promise...” Sejah spoke at length by staring at the face of Bara who was on it. Ema silent. He listened to every word of his wife. He's woken. Feeling slapped with the thing that was said to be Sejah interrupted by a hiccup of her cries.

“Ya. I'm sorry. Colored babe... Mas-you're sorry. I can't be perfect yet,” Bara said.

“I don't need a perfect Mas. I need someone who understands me. I believed in myself more than anyone else. Cultivating the confidence to accompany Mas it took a long time for me. Every time I see Mom, I'm still struggling. I like not knowing what to say. I'm afraid of being wrong. Make Mas may be ordinary, because it's Mas' mother. Which gave birth to Mas Bara. Wrong is also defended. His son. While I'm a daughter-in-law. I need to take heart with the abilities I have. I can only cook, ngasi side dishes that I cooked myself. I also want to be in-laws. I would like to be considered to have treated Mas well. Don't bring other women's talk. I won't be able to.” Back to crying.

Colored loves Bara very much. He had given up hope on that man. He left but was chased. For the colonists, Bara was the first person who understood him the most. Bara is not perfect. She knew her husband was not perfect. They are easily ignited and panic-stricken. He understands Bara who is impatient sometimes wants everything to be instant.

Bara took a breath. Wanting to tell her anxiety about Fredy to Sejah, but her heart prevented. It's not fair that he brought Fredy around in their conversation. Now his wife is. He got the woman with great difficulty. Convincing the colon to want to start a new life with him is not easy. Bara pulled down the Sejah negligee that he had just exposed. With his fingers he wiped away the tears that were repeatedly wiped away Colored from his cheeks.

Why could he be so bad, Bara asked himself. His wife was crying at midnight because of what he had brought from outside.

“Sorry to me,” Bara said. “Do not cry again, sorry I love..” Bara clasped the body of Sejah into his arms. He was still bare-chested and his wife was crying again shedding sadness in his arms. Bara kissed the head and rubbed the woman's back many times. Give time to forgive him.

“I love you,” said Bara in his wife's ear. “You're relieved, look at me.” Bara raised his chin to look at him.

“Mafin Mas Yes... Mas love you,” said Bara. “Yes already, if you are not comfortable meeting Joana at mother's house later, we do not need to go there. We can come on Sunday. Or next week again, I'll talk to mom if I have a sudden business. It's okay.” Bara tidying strands of hair on the cheeks Colored.

“I also love Mas Bara..” sahut Colored. “If I don't love, it might not hurt like this. I never fell in love... I never expected from a man before. Until I met Mas,” continued Dijah.

“Iya—iya... Sorry me. I'm mistaken. I was wrong, I was impatient. Yes, we are sleeping. It was early morning. I'm still working tomorrow. You also must wake up early to cook breakfast.” After tipping his forehead, he patted his wife's back gently.

“We stay Saturday at mom's house, I don't want to lose to that woman. I'm Mas's wife, I'm the daughter-in-law there. Not her,” said Dijah looking up at her husband. His eyes were still red the rest of the crying.

“Yes, great if you think so. You must believe me too. I never had a taste for him. In the past, I wanted to convince my feelings. But in fact there is no taste. Trus I met you. So you believe me yes...” Bara still patting softly on the back of the colonized.

“I just asked Mas patiently..” muttered Sejah before his eyes closed and fell asleep. He was too tired to cry. Bara kissed his wife's head. He regretted making Dijah cry until a hiccup and wheeze like that.

Bara remembers his first encounter with the Sejah. With the temples and nose bleeding, the woman did not even cry. At that time, Sejah just crouched down and looked hatefully at Fredy. Not even a single scared eye. Now even he himself made the woman he promised happiness cry bitterly. She bit her lips. Now he has joined the wound in the heart of the colonized.

“I'm sorry I was Sutured..” I see Bara kissing the head of his sleeping wife.

That morning I didn't say much. His face was lethargic and uninspired. Mbok Jum was going to the intersection of the road where a vegetable maker linger mobbed mothers. Often the greengrocer arrived in front of their house when the sun was high. Until those who must first go to the vegetable maker to get a more complete variety of trades.

“What's the hope today?” tanya Bara made her tone sound cheerful.

“I didn't cook a macem this morning. Another seasoning dish for tomorrow. Breakfast bread please?” tanya Sejah to Bara who has been sitting on the dining chair.

“Iya, would. Bread only. Kayak Dul's. Pake peanut butter,” Bara replied turning to Dul next to him.

The colon stands on its back to the dining table and bakes two loaves of bread each for two minutes. She then pulled out a chair on Bara's right side and began to smear bread for her husband.

Bara took the bread that was laid in front of him. His eyes were still watching the lazy look of Dijah.

“Kalo males cook, no need to cook for tomorrow. We bought it like I said yesterday.” Bara wanted to erase the guilt of seeing that Dijah was still lazy to start a conversation with him. The house was sad that morning.

“Ya?” sahut Bara a little thumping. He was worried that Dijah was still discussing things yesterday.

Seized reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a lock. “Mas bring a key, I want to sleep early.” He thrust the key towards Bara.

Bara took a breath. His knees feel weak if he's already done so. It felt almost the same when Dijah kicked him out of the cafe and broke off the relationship.

“But I want to wait,” said Bara.

“I'm not feeling well. Take a break. My mind is also no longer good,” said Sejah.

Bara gulped. “Yes, take a break. If tired of cooking do not need to cook yes.” Bara rubbed the Seamed arm that was folding on the table. Sejah nodded.

That day Bara was working with a bad heart. He looked at the clock and saw a cell phone. Send a message to Sejah to ask unimportant things. Offering him this food to take home. He answered everything in short words. Even when offered his favorite martabak, Dijah refused. Bara is getting dashed.

Heru who spent all day with Bara in the meeting room, became disturbed by the behavior of his cousin.

Since long ago, Bara can not calm down if there is a problem. His face always vividly described his mood. Her anxiety was similar to that of a teenager waiting for a love statement reply message.

“I want to invite you to meet guests outside. At cafe. But I think I left alone,” said Heru looking at Bara who was busy typing a message on his phone.

“Ha? Why Mas?” ask Bara who did not listen to Heru's words.

“I—was going to take you. Meet guests at the cafe. It's a bit malemy. But like you're busy, I'm leaving alone.” Heru provoked a Bara reaction.

“Eh, no really. Lt could. Where are you going?” tanya Bara put down her phone.

“Yakin?” Heru raised his eyebrows.

“Yakin dong,” sahut Bara fast.

And that afternoon into the night, Bara accompanied Heru who did not like to be alone everywhere. Although his mind is still drifting home, he still has to be professional because he took a salary from the company.

Usually returning home, he was always greeted by a Dijah wearing a negligent face. Although he repeatedly said not to wait for his return, Bara still liked the moments of their midnight conversation. With a sleepy face, Sejah always sat waiting for him until he finished cleaning up and lying down. Bara was completely caught lying about Joana yesterday.

When getting off the car opened the gate, Bara's face was back in a frown. Silence of the wife is no good. The cruelest torture in the world, he thought. Look for attention this morning as if not touched. “Ckk” Does not feel it clucked in the darkness of the living room.

Bara opened the door and immediately saw the bed where his wife was sleeping. And of course he was on his back he thought. Bara's face back bent. Doldrumsily he put his backpack on the desk. Still looking at his back, he headed for the dispenser to drink a glass of water as usual.

Bara took a breath and reached for a glass that was bowed down. For a few seconds his eyes did not notice anything other than the glass, which was located inside the small tray. He's seen something like that. Never held it, but it's not foreign.

Bara cleared his throat slowly then grabbed the object and lifted it to the front of the face. The next moment he closed his mouth. His hand trembled a little. Still wearing socks, Bara hurriedly crawled up to the bed to hug his wife.

“Dijah... Sorry Mas,” said Bara terbatas. “Still...” isak Bara.

The crybaby man was now crying hugging the body of his wife who was still curled back to him. With tears that have not been shrunk, Bara kissed the head and every part of the body that can be reached. Bara increasingly feels guilty too drifting with his own mind.

The To Be Continued....

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