CONFESSION STONED
129. The Fairy Tale

“Dul Mas's... Kasian Dul...” The people still cry. Somewhat sorry Bara said that to his wife earlier. Colored is pregnant. Overcome himself, his wife is still difficult. If only his father knew what stupidity he had just done. Bara sighed still hugging Dijah and kissed the woman's head.

“Do not cry... I shouldn't be talking about that right now. And I shouldn't have to say that again.” Bara tightened her embrace. “Mas sorry..”.

Hugged her husband's waist. Gripping tightly onto the shirt the man was wearing until it was tangled in his grasp. His memory will Dul baby back in control.

“Dijah... You need to be healthy quickly. This little baby has no mother. Will you help me take care of this baby?” Bu Widya's hand held out a small bundle of skinny babies whose cries squeaked. Every mouth opened, the little baby couldn't even make a sound.

“Whose son is this? Skinny,” murmured that time.

“Neating his mother's milk. Milk formula date aja.”

“This baby was dumped by his parents huh?” ask Colored again.

“Ngak. But if you want to take care of him, I'll take care of him for you. You want?” ask Widya again. Sejah nodded.

And the next few days, it was like playing a living doll. Change the diaper of a baby given a foundation. And make cheap formula milk to be minimized. The skinny baby was simply placed on a thin mattress in front of the television. He crouched down and looked at it like he was seeing a newborn kitten.

Until one night when he woke up from his sleep after a long dream. Sit down and cry. Crawled to Dul who wriggled in his thin blanket that was revealed. He was crying incessantly. The baby was the child she was born with. Of the most hated man in the world.

I thought about dying with the baby. A baby she loves and hates. Back to crying. Sitting bent his knees all night staring at the thirsty but speechless Dul. Until finally he got up to the kitchen and made a small bottle of milk to be thrust into Dul's small mouth that opened helplessly.

That night, the nearly 19-year-old Sejah realized. He has a child. The boy whose full parenting rights fell on the Colonized. His biological father is in prison. Poor Dul, he's the poor one.

“Dul it turns out my son Mas,” said Sejah suddenly. Her crying stopped and still with a hiccup she lifted her face to look at Bara.

Bara frowned strangely at the thing his wife had just said. He was cursing more in the heart. He shouldn't have ruined it tonight with that question. They slowly recover and can return home soon. But now the talk of the colonized bounces. What was his wife thinking, Bara asked in her heart. The contents of the head of the Colored had always been a mystery to him.

“Iya, indeed Dul your son. My son too. I want to tell you about myself. Want denger?” ask Bara. Sejah gnawed with a flat facial expression but Bara knew that his wife was waiting for his words.

Bara wanted to quickly divert the heavy-minded topic from his wife's head. “You want to?” repeat Bara again while pulling the blanket until it covers his wife's waist.

Re-engaged. The look in his eyes already almost resembled the familiar Dijah. “What is it?” tanya Sejah's.

“I want to tell you about my ex-boyfriend. Can?” ask Bara. Slept slightly pulled his hand that had circled Bara's waist.

“Kok directly taken his hand. Can't" - Bara held his wife's hand - "happy huh?” fashion Bara.

Colored curled his lips in order to attract a forced smile. He then shook his head. “No, why jealousy.”

“Yes, great if you're not jealous. I just want a story. I've been cut off twice, with the same woman. But strangely, after I was cut off, the woman came to my office. Not going in anyway... But just looking at it from the other side of the shop. I think he's kangen, but prestige. So I helped him—” Bara's speech stopped to look at Dijah's expression which then pursed his lips. He realized that Bara was talking about it right now.

“That's me huh?” tanya Sejah's.

“Hah? Did you break in on me twice? Datengin me to the office? Is there?” Bara held her smile.

“Iya, it must be me. I know it looks like. Do you know I came there? Mas know why Mas chat linger with the office security. Aye right?” tanya Sejah's.

“Why not call? I must have come,” said Bara rubbed his wife's cheek.

“I kangen. The day before the older sister who had wrestled with me in the boarding yard came to beat me up. I got hit. Even though I won in the end. I lost that day. In a fight, no one actually wins or loses. In the hearts of both parties there is always a bad feeling left. Whether it's anger or sadness.”

“Ngak luka”—Dijah put his drip-mounted left palm on the cheek Bara—“untung Mas long standing at the guard post. I don't feel useless going there. Although I was initially hesitant.”

“I want to come to that shop. But I'm afraid you're angry. If you're angry, you can really leave me.”

“But I really did leave Mas at that time. I don't want any more. Afraid of me,” Oghed.

“Yes, it's okay. What matters now is being my wife.” Bara hugged his wife again. Thankfully the gazes of the Colonized had returned just like before. His sulking rampage returned to childishness.

“I want bribed Jah, can?” ask Bara. “We sit on the sofa. I again want to be pampered,” said Bara then rose to reach the body of the Sejah to sit.

“Come, I'm feeding bribe. It was a real kemaleman. But if you catch a cold later, even I am bothered,” scolding Colored.

Bara smiled at his wife's words. In his heart he always prayed that his wife's condition quickly recovered. He hasn't made love in a long time. Sleeping just by touching every part of the body made him tormented.

“Tomorrow I submit a request to go home huh? Wantsome? We saw Dul..” Bara looked at his wife's face.

“Iya Mas's... I miss Dul,” sahut Sejah began to open plastic wrapping that closes the contents of the tray.

*****

“Kok can't do it anyway? Adw... How?” Bu Yanti grunted while holding the plant sprayer connected to the faucet.

Dul sits on the floor of the terrace with a replica of a helicopter that has just become half. He noticed that Bu Yanti was still knocking the tip of the sprayer onto a rock in the middle of the garden.

“Why? Broken?” ask Mr. Wirya who just appeared from the morning from inside.

“Iya, don't know why ngadat.”

“Try daddy loy.” Mr. Wirya took the sprayer and was seen fiddling with it for a while. “Indefect this. Can't be made,” said Mr. Wirya turned towards Dul who looked at them frowning.

“Busted?” ask Dul. Mr. Wirya pouted and nodded. “You helped see?” tawar Pak Wirya then on Dul.

Dul puts down his toy and grabs the sprayer proffered at him. The boy directed the sprayer to a line of plants and pressed the handle. The rushing water gushed out instantly.

“Well! I'm holding it, it's not broken Kung! I can!” pekik Dul then watered a patch of garden in front of the terrace.

“Waaahhh... Cool. Talented turns. The real whiz of something exactly like Bara's father used to be.” Mr. Wirya raised his eyebrows looking at Bu Yanti.

“So like that?” whispered to Bu Yanti to her husband. They were observing Dul who was engrossed in watering plants.

“Yes, that's it. He should feel needed and involved at home.” Mr. Wirya nodded in satisfaction.

“But not like Bara's dad either. What did Bara once mean? Which has a motorbike once stripped down,” scolding Bu Yanti.

Mr. Wirya chuckled at his wife's words.

The To Be Continued.....