CONFESSION STONED
126. God's Preservation

“My body needs how many hours?” ask Tini. Bara frowning. “I mean until what time am I here?” reload Tini confirms what he means.

“Sampe I'm back. Can't '” ask Bara. Tini pursed her lips nodding.

“Eh, the hospital is very good... I was with a handsome doctor. His doctor hastily walked down the hallway wearing an ijo uniform. His face covered with a mask. But I'm sure it must be handsome.”

“Jeez Tini... Not five minutes nyampe, the topic is already new aja.” Bara got up from the edge of the bed to pick up his backpack on the sofa.

She turned to her husband who was preparing to leave.

“I'm just channeling a hobby. Enjoy the beautiful. But it's really saucy for sure,” Tini again. Bara looked at Tini cynically. He patted his friend's arm.

“My husband it...” reprimand Sejah joking.

“Yes, that's your husband. But that's really the doctor's saucy. The long stripes are similar..” Tini turned silently to Bara. “But what was clear was that the doctor must be handsome. His eyes washed away.” Tini looked up when she said that.

Bara grunts. “Udah—... Don't teach my wife misguidedness.” Bara approached Dijah and kissed his wife's cheek. The colon pulled her husband's arm and hugged the arm while sticking the cheek. “Liatin Dul Mas... Do not long back here,” said Dijah.

“Definitely Mas to home first later, you eat those snacks.” Bara went back down kissing Dijah's head. I agree almost without a sound.

“Upload me extra bed,” said Tini look at Dijah who still hangs her husband's arm. Bara chuckles.

“Mas stay first. Temenin Colored briefly yes Tin..” Bara went to the door and left the nursery.

“Which Robin master? An asti? Boy?” tanya Sejah streaked with a weak voice.

“Mak Robin again opens the birth canal, her husband came. Asti is busy wara-wiri ngejer-ngejer his lecturer asked for a signature want a green table or what table, pbuh. Boy again trade front minimarket. Who else would you like to ask? Me? I'm still training work, still following senior prospect clients. Capek Jah's... But I like it because the working hours are not binding. I can still steal when I'm kayak gini. But tired of Jah... Keep talking. I slept like I was talking. Cuckold kebawa.” Tini stood up from her seat and walked around the table where a lot of food was.

“Sabar Tin's... In every difficulty there is an ease that is difficult to achieve.” He pulled his blanket over his mouth.

“Still Jah... I'm getting pessimistic about living life.” Tini sneers.

“Mas Yudi how is Tin? Still coming to you?” Sejah turned to Tini who was opening all the plastic containing food on the table.

“That's... Yesterday I hid when he came to the boarding house. Now he's the one who shakes me. I've been watching his mustache. The feeling of wanting to brush the bathroom only if you have seen it.” Tini lifted a set of supply boxes from a spunbond bag.

“Yes, you said it frankly. Did you eat? The Mbok Jum that cooks, opened aja.” Sejah nodded to see Tini begin to open the set of supplies that Bara brought.

“I haven't eaten yet. You want to eat too? If you want not to take it, but eat it yourself. I'm not that romantic until I have to bribe you. You're only drunk pregnant, not paralyzed.” Tini took a clean plate and filled it with rice and side dishes.

“I've eaten. You aja,” sahut Sejah groped tissue on the table. His saliva felt full gathered in the mouth that he had to remove.

“How's the Boy Tin? Bestselling?” tanya Sejah's. Tini pulled an iron chair next to the Seized bed.

“Initially deserted Jah... But on the third day, we all played a role again. Sitting in Boy's shop pretending to be a buyer, let's race. Now it's good. Boy can be a small businessman like his ideals. Not eating a salary. Although now he still ride ojek, but he said he was satisfied.” Tini seems really hungry. Being a marketing force in insurance companies seems to drain women's energy quite a lot.

“If I want to vomit, you're not disgusted, are you?” tanya Sejah's. Tini ate voraciously and shook her head.

“Neg. We eat at the garbage disposal as well... Just relax you. Let me just go home. Kasian mas-mu, his face is tired. Keliatan worry. I envy Jah... You can meet men like Bara's mas. Love with women is not awkward. Educating girls is hard. But educating boys to appreciate women is also difficult. Her mother's great.” Tini again stood up to the table and scooped the side dish onto her plate.

“You also must have met a great man who can take you,” sahut Sejah half-awake imagining the tired face of her husband these few days. Tini's words just made Dijah even more grateful and sad. During her early pregnancy, she did not take care of Bara properly. Even Dul's business was taken over entirely by Bara.

“Do I have to start where you used to be? Or work at cafe mami?” tanya Tini bit a fried tempe. He looked back at his best friend.

Colored chuckling. “I'm just lucky Tin,” sahut Colored. “That's mas Agus your bachelor's boss how? Still cold?”

“Not just cold. For office business only, off-hours phone calls are often inactive. Do I have to call Mount Merapi? Clearly active. Kesel,” Tini's nagging then breathed.

“Ya already, cuekin aja..” said Sejah. Tini leaned back in her chair and rubbed her stomach.

“Taste Mbok Jum delicious. I don't know because I'm too tired, I don't know either. But makasi yes... I got lunch for free.” Tini stood up carrying her plate to the bathroom and was there washing her dishes for a moment.

“Biarin aja Tin...” said Sejah slowly. Tini could not hear the voice of the Sejah who forbade her to wash dishes belonging to the hospital.

*****

I drove my car at 9pm to my house. He was still thinking about Heru's words this afternoon to her.

“Ra, do you know the results of Fredy's trial of 18 years in prison? Have you heard from AKBP Heryadi continued his case? Fredy's controlling drugs from inside the prison. He organized the smuggling of ecstasy from China. Not bad, more than a million pills. Threat of death penalty. It is almost a death sentence. Crazy not yet?”

For Dijah, Fredy is not who he is anymore. They have become strangers. But for Dul? Fredy is still his father. Do you remember Dul on Fredy? Should he ask Dul about it? Should he tell the boy that he will soon be an orphan?

With a tired face, Bara stopped the car in front of his house. Tonight he has to take Dul somewhere. He wanted to know what was in Dul's memory all along.

“Dul... Dad came home..” call Bara from the front door. He did not open his shoes because he wanted to leave immediately. Her steps towards Dul's slightly open room.

“Eh, what else? Dad call not denger..” Bara entered to find Dul looking down on the floor of his room. The boy was working on a small town-shaped mock-up made of small, intricate blocks.

“Nggak denger..” sahut Dul looked up at Bara.

“Tonight, you father take nginep somewhere else huh... Kasian you have no friends at home.” Bara took a medium backpack from the closet and filled it with Dul's clothes.

Dul stood up to lift the project he was working on to the study table.

“Cantle clothes?” tanya Dul pointed to her nightwear in the form of a trouser suit and a short-sleeved t-shirt patterned on a bear.

“No need, it's malem. Entar nyampe can sleep directly.” Bara buttoned the backpack and stared at the toy that was slapping on the table. “There are toys you want to bring?” ask Bara.

“Hmmm..” Dul thought for a moment. “If you bring a new toy block can not? The one you just bought, I haven't opened.”

“Bby, where? Take the... Let's go straight away.” Bara feels very big standing in the middle of the room whose furniture is all tiny.

A few moments later they had gone back out of the fence followed by Mbok Jum who would lock the door after they died.

“Mother still hurts?” ask Dul when the car has gone.

Bara nodded. “Still,” reply Bara. For a few moments, he was driving in silence. Until finally, “Dul...” call Bara.

“Hm?” Dul looked at Bara's look.

“You love dad no?” tanya Bara turned a glance and rubbed the thin back of Dul who was sitting half-leaning in the car seat.

“Honey,” Dul replied.

“Since when dear father?” ask Bara again.

“Hmm... Ever since I rode the red big motor the first time.” Dul was sitting hugging his toy box while staring at the street. Bara smiled and his gaze returned to the road.

The car driven by Bara arrived at the destination. He went down to hold Dul with a backpack with a super hero picture in his tent.

“Mau ‘kan nginep here while dad nemeni mom?” tanya Bara looked down at Dul.

The boy looked up. Her little lips attract a smile. The thick eyelashes that are exactly the same as those of his mother also blinked. Dul nodded.

A moment later, the doorbell that had been pushed by Bara several times finally made the front room door open.

“Dul...” saya Pak Wirya smiled widely.

“Acung!” peekik Dul's.

“Dad... I ask for help again.” said Bara looking at his father. The old man nodded and grabbed Dul's small hand.

“Yes is there, take care of your wife first. Let Dul here,” said Mr. Wirya.

Bara nodded. He was still standing at the door. “Makasi Yah..” murmured Bara.

“Sama-sama...” said Mr. Wirya then walked into the house. Bara heard his father ask Dul to show the toy he had been holding since.

The To Be Continued....

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