CONFESSION STONED
134. The Edges of Destiny

Fredy stood looking at the man who had just left after cursing at him. If only he could be free, the first thing he did was kill the man.

But now he is in prison. Let alone thinking about revenge, even thinking about his own fate he had difficulty. His family currently only had an older brother who was willing to represent him as a defender. Accompanied by a government-provided lawyer, Fredy repeatedly compromised his case.

All the people who had guaranteed his safety while carrying out the forbidden transaction had disappeared. The people he called friends no one showed up. The money has been confiscated by the police as evidence.

Fredy hates being colonized. A woman to be raped despite their status as husband and wife. The woman who always looked disgusted at him. Who always threw away the money he gave. Seized who always appears in his erotic fantasies whenever he is drunk. The woman who sent him to prison many times. The mother of one of his children.

Yep. Dul is only one of his three sons. Not getting married again and still in love with his ex-wife does not mean making Fredy stop reproducing. She needs a woman to sleep with every time her brain has hallucinations. And two women who lived in narrow alleys were willing to conceive their children because of the pretext of love that even they were not aware of. In the beginning, Fredy felt at home making love with the women because they were willing to be invited to do the most bizarre style of relationship though.

And the man just came to tell her about Dul's news. Thank goodness his youngest son lived a decent life. Fredy stiffened his jaw until it twitched. He imagined Dijah who was pregnant with the boy. The bitch had already managed to get to her real target, Fredy thought. What was given was colonized until the man who looked rich was willing to be with him.

“Fuck girl,” hiss Fredy.

“Come way,” invite brother Fredy. “Why else are you? Focus on your own business. Me and your other brother have agreed to cover the living expenses of your other two children. Fortunately, your son from the Sejah already has someone to take responsibility. Can-can be our whole life just to take care of your children.” Brother Fredy looked annoyed at his sister. He did not expect the profession he was in almost half the time used to take care of the youngest beloved son in the family before.

“I hope you can think about yourself in there. Kasian the late father and mother. I'm actually embarrassed too. But you're my sister's. Although we do not know how the fate of this trial in the future, I want you to think of yourself. No need to admit in front of me if you want to be aware. Don't do it for us, nor do you need it for the children you leave behind. At least for yourself. Help yourself. Only you can Dy...”.

They've been back in the prisoner's car that will take them to the prison to get Fredy back.

Her brother just kept silent. He looked out of the back seat of the car to look at the back side of his sister's body.

Fredy didn't answer a word his brother said. It's not shame. He was just too arrogant to admit that his life was almost useless.

Fredy also felt no need to tell anyone what he felt. Whether it's anger or regret.

After all, not a single human being knew about the contents of one's heart and repentance.

*****

“Emang really want to shop for baby clothes?” Heru asked back.

“I've got Colored, he's already yayin. But this morning he called his older brother, his mother was sick. Sealed to be rather malesan. Plus the condition is not really fit. At the end of the week, I want to take her to her sister's house. Take Dul there. Her mother misses Dul.”

Heru nodded. “Iya, datengin Ra. It really is. We have lunch first yes, there is a good place to eat. Yesterday Mas Heryadi ate there. Now I want to take you.”

“Where the hell is it? I ever been a bellow?” ask Bara.

“Belom—belom, you belom ever.” Heru continued to drive the car into the main urban road and turned to the area containing skyscrapers where dozens of large companies lined up.

“Kok can yah Fredy kayak have no regrets? Very henna,” said Bara.

He glanced at his cousin's sister. “He said he was relieved...” said Heru.

“Lega. I just keinget aja.” Bara nodded at a glance at Heru.

Heru stopped his car in front of a cafe that was so shady surrounded by trees. Heru patted Bara on the shoulder to follow her.

“We have been too busy paying attention to social and world development until rarely hanging out. I'm buying you today. But we're late for lunch.” He looked at the clock on his wrist.

The dining room consists of two places. Outdoor and indoor. The walls are made of glass and the grassy lawn is covered with tables and long benches lined with glass.

“Good yes the place. It seems that there is live music." He pointed at a stage. "Where are we sitting?” ask Bara dingukan looking for an empty place.

“In dalem aja deh, I again want to ngadem-ngadem got AC.” Heru pointed at the entrance then walked towards that door.

Heru immediately occupied an empty table adjacent to the glass wall on the left. In the middle of a long table filled by three men dressed neatly. And on the far right side, a bar table is located elongated. Western pop music is soft. The sound of the conversation of the visitors of each table filled the place was a buzzing bee. Plus the sound of the twang of flatware clashing and the pounding of a glass to the table adds to the cafe's friendly atmosphere.

“Newly know there is a place this cool. The food is good?” ask Bara to Heru.

“Enak kok, pesen aja.” Heru waved at a servant passing by. For a while the two men stared at the menu, finally the waiter took down their order and passed from there. The two men did not add the words ‘gak use lama’ to the waiter. Because they know it's a waste. The food will still be processed in order of ordering.

“Then Lu! Habits if promise dateng like the most late!” said a man at the next table to his friend who had just arrived. Heru and Bara turned to look towards the next table because of the loud greeting just now.

“Custom. He's dandy and must be the longest. Dateng is also the longest,” welcome a man with a sideburn.

“But go home at the most. Alesannya, bini cave already nelfon.” Another man welcomed. The man who had just come to sit down casually did not care about the words of his three friends.

“You are also candidates for young fathers. I'm still young too. Do we need to join the table next door?” tanya Heru looked at Bara pretentiously. Bara chuckles.

“Big cities are always weird. Busy people and complicated problems. But packaging outside as required to be fine,” said Heru.

“Nongkong occasionally do not bring a wife, cool also yes.” as always Bara looked at Heru.

“Yes, hanging out doesn't mean macem-macem outside.” Heru agreed to Bara's words.

Bara nodded. “Feed and drink no harm.” Bara again brushed off her guilt for feeling good about eating alone without family.

“Love!!” call a beautiful young lady waving at the table behind them. The woman had just arrived in front of the entrance and walked up gracefully. A red tight blouse accentuates a challenging chest. Jeans that are also tight show slim legs and levels. The sound of the knocking of his high shoes seemed to anesthetize the pair of eyes of the man who was there.

Including Bara and Heru. And also, the four men at the table next to them who seemed to be unconsciously muttering, “Uuuuuuu...”.

“Love said, the cave already wants to answer. Kirain cave.” A cross-eyed man was still staring at the butt of the woman who had just passed near their table.

“Cakep yes, definitely still young.” The man added his opinion.

“Gede,” whispered a man who came last.

“Otak lu from the past that big hold. Which at home is less big?” ask his friend while punching the new man's shoulder softly.

“The one at home remains the best,” said the man earlier chuckled.

“Mas,” call Bara. “After saying something?” Bara smiled amusedly to realize Heru who also paid attention to the sexy woman just now.

“I? What do you want to say?” ask Heru. Bara nodded.

“Everything I want to say, has been represented by all the men from the table next.” Heru laughed restrainedly realizing that he was almost hoarding the word 'Uuuu' from the next table earlier.

“Iya—iya, really. Same. Almost went along with the uuuu, right?" Bara laughs. Heru who heard it turned out that his cousin's sister was thinking the same, increasingly laughing out loud.

During the afternoon they spent talking about work, the health of their parents, and the children at home. Relax and really can be called their quality time.

DRRRTTS

DRRRTTS

Heru's phone that was on the table shook. He immediately grabbed the phone and saw the contents of the message that the notification had flashed a glance earlier.

‘Where's Ru? Already settled? If you're already anteng, you take home.’

Heru smiled then typed in a reply.

‘Already Mr. Lek, we both just finished eating and chatting casually. I can go home. The mood is guaranteed :)'

Not to forget Heru added a smile emoticon to his reply to Mr. Wirya.

“From whom?” bara asked curiously because she saw the smile of Heru.

“From my wife. Asked to go home quickly,” answered Heru lying.

“Iya, go home yuk. Abis see who wears sexy clothes, I am a kangen ama who uses negligee at home.” Bara smiled knot.

A waiter then brought the bill on a small wooden tray. Heru took out some money and put it on a bill sheet that read ‘BEER GARDEN SCBD’.

“The return is take aja,” said Heru smiling at the waiter.

The To Be Continued.....

Warm up first...

Greetings from handsome fathers :*