CONFESSION STONED
168. Philosophy and Philosophy

“Daddy know ‘kan full name Dul?” tanya Bara looked at the look of Mr. Wirya from the side.

“Tau. But I guess it came from the name of a noble-hearted father.” Mr. Wirya patted softly on Mima's back who was throwing a small laugh at his father.

Dul ran over to his bicycle that was leaning on a garden tree. They had walked one round and it turned out that Dul was already quite tired. The boy rode his bicycle out of the park.

“It turns out the new Dul named after...Colored healed. Seized the name Dul. It comes from the name of a child who left his parents when he was a child. Mmmm—then said Dijah Dul almost died. To remember that, Dijah named him—” Bara turned to Dul who was pedaling his bike back to the road and circled them.

“Abdullah. Khadijah's son who died as a child. And of course this beautiful grandchild must be named Fatimah, his sister Abdullah.” Mr. Wirya cut off Bara's speech while chuckling rubbing Mima's back.

“And his mother named Khadijah,” said Bara.

“All the time and recorded in history.... Khadijah will remain the mother of Abdullah and Fatimah. And his nickname is so sweet this great grandson.” Mr. Wirya lifted the baby who was still wearing the pajamas to the front of his face. “Mima..” call Mr. Wirya.

Mima who is familiar with his akung face laughed showing two middle incisors.

Dul was seen pedaling his bike ahead of them. He then stopped near Bara and Pak Wirya. A short time later a motorcyclist dumped a plastic piece of food.

“Ih makes dirty!” peekik Dul's. The boy got off the bike and ran to kick the trash onto the side of the road. “Kotor Kung!” dul told Mr. Wirya.

Mr. Wirya laughed. “Cool if you like cleanliness. Akung likes it too. But...cooler still if the garbage is collected continue to be put in the trash can situ.” Mr. Wirya pointed to two garbage cans located side by side.

Dul was seen coming back to a piece of plastic that had been kicked. He picked up the plastic and put it in the trash. Dul then returned to see Mr. Wirya who immediately gave a thumbs up to him. A second later a proud smile fluffed on Dul's face.

“Mima 9 months ago yes Ra...” said Mr. Wirya still clamping the baby girl in his left arm.

“Yes, I'm just gonna have another kid. Still want to spend a lot of time on their childhood.” Bara threw his gaze at Dul who was back on the bike following their steps.

“Spending quality time with his mother as well.” Pak Wirya sneered.

“Kalo is sure,” Bara said.

“Where? Satisfied with your work now?” Mr. Wirya looked at his son.

“Satisfaction. I feel lucky to be able to work according to my passion. As per the college major I completed.”

“It's appropriate to feel lucky. Can career according to hobbies and education that is hammered. Not everyone can be like that. There was a student father. Work according to his money hobby little or work not according to his money hobby much?”

“Trus? Dad answer what?” Bara stopped his steps.

“Daddy said, if you still feel poor and such choices do exist, work that money a lot. A lot of money can pay for your hobby. But if the hobby alone, the money is not enough, can make your stomach hungry. And you know now what father's student profession is?” Mr. Wirya smiled looking at Bara.

“What?”

“Open a psychologist practice and become a travel magazine contributor because he likes to travel and photography. Cool, ‘kan?” Wirya smiled proudly.

“Keren. Precise step. Because professional cameras are expensive,” said Bara nyengir.

“And one more..” said Mr. Wirya.

“Ya?” sahut Bara looked back at his father.

“Inget..if there is a problem in the household, better it will not succeed just with capital ‘promise will not be that again'. There must be action.” Mr. Wirya changed the position of Mima's sling that seemed to be bored.

“Iya, hopefully. There must be an action after sorry.”

“When the courtship was, all the couples were interested in talking about great things. The men race to talk about things that amaze the couple. Do something romantic and wonderful to make it all beautiful. But, that household every day is learning. Household chats are also not as cool as dating time. The conversation can be about child diapers, broken bulbs, complaints of wayward children, or nagging about towels that have forgotten to be dried after use. The bed got wet,” said Mr. Wirya laughing.

“Iya, really. Real dad,” re Bara.

“The household is how we accept ordinary things to be special and thank him.” Mr. Wirya turned Mima's position facing forward.

Pursuing a woman for the first time, Bara always imagines romantic things. You can spend all day alone, making out, imagining a wife who dresses seductively every night, pregnancy times that add to the friendliness and other beautiful things. Especially when pursuing the. The contents of his head every day were just imagining how to be able to strip away the clothes of the Colonized. The bar grimaced in the heart.

Although the point is the same, but the road and version turned out to be different. After the household, sweet and long fondling can only be done after the child sleeps. Imagine erotic things on the way home, but find that Dijah has fallen asleep due to all day activities at home. He could only caress and kiss the deep cheek of the Sejah. Being engrossed in making love, but must immediately rush to end because of the cry of the baby from inside the box who wants to follow the suckling.

All his wishful thinking materialized, even in different versions.

But most importantly now, Bara was happy when he found his son who had eaten and bathed after he worked. Sejah who wore a negligee but his hair was wet after taking an afternoon bath, as well as small complaints his wife who told him about Mima who did not nap or Dul who got unsatisfactory grades. Sounds simple, but Bara enjoys her new role and life.

It didn't feel like the sun was starting to rise and Mima was starting to whine. A sweaty little forehead and fluffy curls add to the row because of his little hand rub everywhere. The baby girl was angry. The sun was starting to get fierce and he was still wrapped in pajamas.

“Eh here same father,” said Bara took Mima from his hand. “Dul, let's go home.” Bara called out to Dul who was still far behind him.

Hearing Bara's invitation, Dul pedals a bike ahead of his father and his akung towards home. Last night, both Bara's parents suddenly came and stayed at home with the reason of missing Mima.

They leave the house when the new sun comes out and take Mima straight from her box. After making a turn and walking for nearly 100 meters, they arrived home. It turned out that Dijah was already standing in front of the fence.

“Old pocket?” tanya Dijah immediately took Mima from Bara's sling. “Sampe dried kayak gini. This he's hot, used to have a shower at this hour.” Colored rubbing the forehead of the baby who immediately struggled and patted his chest.

He entered the house with the intention of bathing his daughter. “Dul, also shower yes.in the back bathroom. I bathe Mima in a normal place,” Pinta Sejah on Dul who was leaning his bike in the garage.

Hearing Sejah half-numbed Bara who went for hours carrying a baby who had not yet bathed, Mr. Wirya chuckled.

“The child should not be overheated,” said Mr. Wirya chuckled.

All women will be chatty after becoming mothers as their priorities slowly shift.

Mr. Wirya went into the house and came to his wife who was sitting on the sofa watching a traveling show on television. The old man gently massaged his wife's shoulder from behind the sofa.

“Kok old road in the morning?” asked Bu Yanti without looking.

“Udah long time no chat with Bara..” replied Mr. Wirya.

“Mima's mom's ranting. Maybe want to magomelin Bara later go but sungkan no mother.” Bu Yanti spoke casually while swapping television channels for showing commercials.

“What's the length?” ask Mr. Wirya innocently.

“Yes yes, the mothers will not feel the work is done all if the children have not taken a shower.” Bu Yanti half looked up at her husband.

“Hmmm—gitu...” said Mr. Wirya then circled the sofa and sat next to his wife.

Bara went into the dining room and looked at the contents of each plate that had been neatly arranged on the dining table. His steps then headed towards the back bathroom, looking at Dul who was shampooing and playing water under the shower.

“Udah toothbrush?” ask Bara to Dul.

“Udah,” replied Dul again resume singing and shouting while bathing.

Bara continued his steps towards the central bathroom located near the family room. He pushed open the bathroom door and saw Dijah squatting next to the baby bucket. Colored hair rolled and pinched behind his head. A bright pink towel draped over his shoulder.

“Hey,” greet Bara on Mima who immediately laughs with shampoo foam on his head. “Mima shampooing also like dul mas?” bara asked the laughing baby holding a yellow rubber duck in his hand.

“Yes yes, sun smell.” It turned out that Mima's mother was the one who was disquieting. Bara returned grimacing.

“Mas.... Malem later, we go to Boy's shop?” tanya Sejah while soaking her daughter's body.

“So, mom's dad came home from lunch. There is an event with the campus people later in the afternoon,” Bara replied.

“If so, Mas please phone Tini now. Tell him I'd like to meet you at Boy's. Kangen. Now Tini is busy cowering Director of BPJS. Asked here, busy keep.” Colored nagging his up-and-coming friend.

Still from the bathroom door, Bara reached into the cell phone from his pocket. “I call now,” said Bara directly search Tini name from the contact list.

Bara pressed the speaker button, so that Dijah heard the conversation. After several long rattles, Tini finally answered.

“Helloooo...” Tini said from across. “Who is speaking? (Who speaks?)” ask Tini across the street.

“Astyriaaa..companyaaa..” says Bara.

Tini's voice laughed out loud across. He giggled at the voice of his friend.

“Handering Mas..let's not strain constantly. What’s happen ene opo?” tanya Tini was still arrogantly.

“Entar malem awaited my wife at Ruko Boy. We went there yes.. my wife missed she said.” Bara smiled looking at Dijah.

“Oke—oke..malem I'm there. I was dinner with Jono. Go straight to Boy's place,” said Tini.

Sejah turned to Bara with a look ‘who else is Jono?’. Bara shrugged and shook his shoulders at his wife.

“Waahhh... Now the language is already dinner," said Bara who then greeted Tini laughter. "Do not forget Tin,” Bara said again.

“I will take time for my friends even though I am busy,” Tini said.

“Highsaaaa..” says Bara.

Tini laughed again. “Orait...orait..siyudeeerr (well, see you there)”.

Bara then ended the conversation and looked back at his wife.

“Who's Jono?” ask Bara.

“Yes puffed,” replied Colored calm while wrapping Mima's body with a towel.

The To Be Continued...

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