CONFESSION STONED
142. Shopping Baby Clothes

“Itu—it's in front. Yes, the right one. Puter cepet,” said Bu Yanti patted the shoulders of Bara who was driving the car. Following his mother's instructions, Bara gave a turn signal and took the right lane to turn.

“Mesti so far the shopping,” said Bara when entering the courtyard of a place to shop for clothes in the form of a single building. A red note reads Mom, Baby and Kids.

“Says here complete all. We don't have to move shopping. Buy it all here. Come down,” take Bu Yanti.

He shifted his seat and grabbed the arm of Dul, who was sitting between him and his mother-in-law.

“There are toys too?” ask Dul. Bu Yanti did not answer because she was busy tidying up her long skirt in front of the car door. “Ti... there are toys too?” repeat Dul again.

“Ha? Oh, ada—ada... Complete here, you go as well as looking for toys. Uti same mother looking for sister clothes,” replied Bu Yanti.

Not yet at 11 p.m., they had arrived at the special shopping place for the clothes of the mother, baby and children. It's quite far from home. Almost out of town. But it was a special request from the mother of Bara. Then he must obey. And it seems, Sejah who used to accept anything with pleasure does not matter where his son's clothes are bought. The shopping event has been specifically scheduled to welcome his daughter, Sejah already feels very special.

Bara and Mr. Wirya walk ahead. Dul's been in Mr. Wirya's arms ever since. Starting from the entrance, Dul had already cheered in admiration many times. See colorful toys that evoke the view of any child.

“We go to this part—to this part,” invite Bu Yanti while dragging the Sejah arm. Before following the steps of his father-in-law, Dijah looked at Bara who was busy talking to his father in front of a mini bike that was riding Dul.

“Dijah, this nice—excuse?” Bu Yanti lifted the toddler's nightgown set towards the Colored. “Can be removed for example from each model Mbak?” pinta Bu Yanti at the saleswoman who followed them since.

Bu Yanti immediately flipped and twisted every clothes that the salesperson opened from his wrapper.

“This one set contains six jumpers for sleeping, long sleeves. If this one is a jumper for the afternoon, the arms and pants are short.” Pramuniaga spanned two types of clothing that he intended.

“Funny-funny. There was no gini time. Now everything is practical. Well, I'm confused as to which one. Good isn't Jah? Are you still diem?” asked Bu Yanti turned to her daughter-in-law.

Seamed is sculpting holding a tiny shirt that is only as long as his hands. He was aghast at Bu Yanti's call and looked at her mother-in-law.

“I'm confused Mom, everything is good.” He closed his mouth. He chose to. The bar looks still cool in the distance. Though the colonized wanted Bara to approach him and give an opinion. As for calling her husband, she nodded.

“Select aja—choose aja, we kumpulin here.” Bu Yanti pointed to two large baskets filled with baby clothes.

Sejah is still holding the same Baby clothes since. His head was still looking at Bara. She hoped her husband would see her soon. And just as he had heard the words of the Sejah who had called her husband in his mind, Bara turned. Their views met and the Colonized said nothing. She just stared expectantly for her husband to come and help her. Saving him from the awkwardness and awkwardness he felt.

And the Seized can breathe a sigh of relief. As he understood the meaning of his gaze, Bara came closer.

“Udah selected? Which choice are you?” tanya Bara embraces the shoulders of the Seized.

He clenched his mouth and shook his head. “Not yet, haven't started running. But it's all good mom's choice. I like this one Mas...” He lifted a tiny shirt in his hand.

“Good... This is good. Which else do you think is good? Let's look together,” said Bara holding his wife's back. He saw the unease in the eyes of Sejah. He understood that his wife felt she had no power to steal anything she wanted. Walking next to his confident and always straightforward mother does take courage.

Soon after, Bu Yanti was followed by two salespeople who carried out her instructions. Colored back to the rows of tiny hanger featuring adorable mini baby girl clothes.

“Mas, this—” Colored raised two hanger with same baby clothes model but with different colors. “I like both,” says Dijah.

“Take baby, it's okay. The groceries you take, everything you pay for. This is Mas's son, Mas who's out of money. You don't have to worry.” Bara felt the need to emphasize it to relax the face of the rigid Sejah who had since thought that their groceries would spend his parents' personal money.

“Mmm... Mas,” said Sejah a little doubtful.

“Hmmm?” He looked at his wife's face.

“If I take clothes for Dul, is it okay?” tanya Sejah's.

“Yes is okay, why?” The raut Bara looked a little clueless.

“I'd say if I put Dul's clothes in the basket. Today ‘kan shopping for babies only. Doesn't it seem like I'm mumpung? I'm not good at motherhood. Dul kan anak—ku,” said Sejah with a voice that sank at the end of his speech.

“Kok kayak did he think? It cannot be broken. Mom wouldn't think that. Geez Colored...” Bara hugged Dijah's shoulder and rubbed his wife's arm repeatedly.

“You saw there,” pinta Bara pointed to Dul who was trying to row a mini bike. “That's my dad for Dul. He bought a bike today. Can be used in front of the house. His mother did not think that complicated,” Bara continued rubbing the forehead of the Sejah who was still frowning.

The rear seats of the Bara SUV should be folded to include their groceries that afternoon. Right enough. They were in that place until three in the afternoon. Lunch hours were missed and Sejah stood up many times to take off his shoes which were starting to narrow as his legs began to swell.

“Let's buy more shoes, why not say it's not fit? Mas became a negligent kayak so husband,” said Bara when they were in the car on the way back home after delivering Mr. Wirya and Bu Yanti.

“Next week, if Mas have free time and can go home quickly from the office, we shop your clothes. No buy yet ‘kan?” tanya Bara looked at his wife.

Colored shaking, “Not yet. But if you buy shoes, then again also lahiran. Dear Mas...”.

“Mas who are looking for money. Later if Mas can go home cepet, we go shopping.”

And it turns out it was just a promise of a promise. Bara left the city the following month to attend the annual event of the union of journalists to replace Heru. While Heru, at the same time must attend important seminars abroad.

Bara gets swept away from his busy life and always comes home from work until late at night.

Pregnancy Seized has entered the ninth month. The final trimester in which he and Bara just have to count the days in welcoming their baby.

I returned home late at night. His face was definitely tired and he directly hung his arms around Dijah's shoulder from the moment his foot stepped into the house.

“Udah to eat?” tanya Sejah took the backpack from her husband's hand.

“Udah, I've eaten. Take a shower first, so hot. Did you sleep?” ask Bara.

“Ya already, it's middle malem.” Colored followed the steps of Bara who went straight to the room.

“To minimize the use of excessive labor, Mas Heru concurrently work in the meantime. Mas also adverts, criminal editor also, bothered and complicated.” Bara threw his body into the bed with a prone position.

“Mandi first, later overslept.” The colonized put the backpack on the workbench and went straight to the dispenser to fill the water for her husband. “This, drink first. Regular direct drink.” Seized standing near the nightstand.

Bara got up and sat up straight on the edge of the bed to finish the glass of water that his wife offered.

“Yes already, Mas shower first.” Bara again handed him an empty glass then emptied the contents of his pants bag and placed it on the nightstand. With a lazy step he headed to the bathroom so he could sleep next to the Sejah who habit of shampooing has recovered since not nausea vomiting. Colored hair is always fragrant and her body scented gently with soap. No matter how late he came home from work, he felt he had to take a shower.

A few minutes after Bara got into the bathroom, her phone shook short on the table. A message late at night and Sejah picked up the phone to see how important the message was. Seached directly to the messaging application and saw some messages have not been seen by Bara.

The newly cooked message turned out to be from Heru. The sniff did not open the message. She simply scrolled the screen to see the names of the senders of messages her husband had not read. All from colleagues. The message read in the first order is from ‘ibu’ while the second order is the message earlier this afternoon that asks whether Bara is overtime or not. And after the message, there is a row of numbers that have not been stored in the contact list. Tightly wanted to open it.

08XX-XXXX-XXXX

‘Sore later I go home from work, will cook kayak yesterday. Malem I returned again bring provisions for Mr. Bara and friends. Wait for you sir, don't go home. Makasi Pak.’

That's the latest message. Previous message.

‘Pak, said Mbak Retno I was told to choose a division. I went with Mr. Bara. Can?’

‘Still Sir. Good thing you helped ACC his questionnaire. I do not need to go to Dalem again to meet Mr. Heru. Thank you Mr. Bara.’.

All of those messages were read only by Bara. There's no reply. I was wondering who that was. Female or male. Looking at her type of writing and choice of words, it seemed like it was female.

He was still staring at the phone. Bara exited the bathroom with a wrapped towel and a small white towel on her head.

“There's a message? From whom?” tanya Bara approached Sejah. The woman looked up at him and directly stretched out a cell phone.

“Who is this?” ketus Colored. “Back of overtime turns out there's something to eat in the office!” exclaim Sejah continued to climb into bed. He lay on Bara's back and covered his face with a pillow.

Bara looked at the message from one of the apprentice students in his office with a frowning forehead. I forgot to delete that message.

The To Be Continued.....

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