CONFESSION STONED
36. Dark Story

Colored stared at Bara's back which slowly drifted away and disappeared outside the fence. She didn't know what it was the last time she would see him there.

Along with Bara's departure, Dijah felt there was empty space in his heart. It looks like he's going back to a normal life. His heart would no longer beat impatiently and his stomach would no longer tickle any more Bara stared at him.

If God gives him one chance, the Sejah hopes to meet Bara once again. When Bara was happy with his life.

"Have you slept?" yelled Tini from next door.

"Yet. Why?" tanya Dijah slightly shouted for her voice to be heard by Tini.

"Good chance, your Mas just want you to trust and depend on him. I know what you are feeling. I want to be banned from work, I want to worry, but you don't want to. The man if you like it, does not want to think hard later. The important way, thumping, delicious, risk later. I just saw your face go home. Your time is not."

"You don't know Tin... There's a lot you don't know. Bara also does not know anything," said Dijah.

"Yes, you tell him to let him know! How does he want to know? Unless you're dating Mbah Mijan! You get him he can fuck. Well, my sniffles. Abis the Gatot, you also made my blood sugar rise."

"The Tin Bara..." Dijah intended to tell Tini that he felt sorry for Bara who would be underestimated if he ended up living with her. Bara who lives regularly with a harmonious family even spend the night in his place like a man who has no home.

"Yes Kasian, I'm also looking at it. You don't know if a man wants it to feel like that. Bara type that if not love, he will not open his pants. You believe me Jah, Bara it must be serious. If I'm wrong, slice Mak Robin's ear!" tini exclaimed noisily from the next room.

"Mak Robin's ear-cock?" tanya Sejah was not excited. Tini misinterpreted his words, even though what was said by his friend was very eager to believe.

"Don't my cat anyway. I slept Jah! Make up because I have been losing me. It's not about us winning or losing, but I feel cared about. Being cared for by others it feels good to Jah..." Tini's voice then vanished. It seems like the woman has fallen asleep thought Sejah.

He bit his lips hard until the salty liquid felt on the tip of the tongue. Not sick yet apparently thought Sejah. Still more hurt.

Colored rolled and rubbed his chest that felt clogged. Though his body feels tired after the fistfight this afternoon, but his eyes do not also want to be invited soundly.

Along with the plan that will come to Mbok Jum and Dul tomorrow, Dijah began to silence and pick up his dreamland.

Sejah dreamed, in his dream he saw himself crying in the corner of his living room.

"I don't want to sir.." isak Sejah crouched in the corner of the house still in his school uniform.

"You don't want to help Father? You can die in it! We're all! Think he is your soul mate. He must be good because he used to like you," said his father.

"But I don't want to sir... I still want school. I'll be going to school soon, I'll go with my friends..." He roared against the wall next to him.

"You're also dating! Who was the man who came yesterday?"

"That's Rendra, my friend. I'm not dating. I'm not dating, sir... I don't want to marry. Father help me. Who else can help me..." Re-coloured hugging his own two shoulders hoping someone calmed him down.

"Later you'll be beaten up by Fredy!"

"Don't Sir... Cassian. Beat me to death..."

The dream changed.

"Rendra doesn't go to school for a week... Maybe change schools. Yesterday he said he was fired. The batur half-time in the hospital"

The dream changed again.

"Women don't know they're lucky! Consider selling yourself to pay your father's debt! You can pay for what else you are!"

"Sickness.." Isak Seized.

"Campus! Let's know the taste! Want another you? Let you recite!" A shadow of a foot was seen above his head.

"It hurts!!" scream Sejahted. "It hurts!!"

As his last scream, Sejah opened his eyes.

"Just a dream.." muttered Colored. He rose from sleep and rubbed his sweaty face.

It was past his mind, it was past. Now he's safe. He glanced at the small wall clock hanging opposite him. Just one hour of sleep. But it feels like a long time ago.

Seized standing checking his fan that is not on.

"Destroyed, my pantes are much dry.." muttered Sejah. "If there's no money, it's like it's broken." Sejah tapped his small fan hoping that the fan could turn on because it understood him.

*******

Sejah woke up late because all night after dreaming yesterday, he just rolled to and fro unable to sleep. He could only sleep at dawn.

After cooking balado eggs and putting rice into the lunch area, Dijah hurried out of his alley to stop an angkot to go to Mbok Jum's place.

Kasian Mbok Jum if until noon there is no food at all. Some days busy with a rowdy romance, making Dijah feel guilty for forgetting Mbok Jum.

It was colonized down a small alley leading to a densely packed ranks of slums on the side of a landfill.

"Mmd! Mum!" call Colored.

"I'm in Dalem Jah.." said Mbok Jum. Seized drape the door curtain from a plastic sack.

"Where's your husband Mbok?" tanya Sejah crouched in front of the door. Mbok Jum slowly came down from the wooden bed with a few pieces of cardboard. With a very slow movement as if he had no power, Mbok walked up to Sejah and sat in front of the door.

"My husband died yesterday morning Jah... Sleepingsleep. I don't know. The core is buried." Mbok Jum looked up as if he was pushing away his tears.

"Mhd... Sorry I don't know. I don't know," muttered Sejah. "Bok alone, I don't know." The stitches began to glaze over. He did not expect at all.

While he was busy wrestling because of a man he did not even know, elsewhere there were others who needed his presence more.

"I'm alone now... We are the same," said Mbok Jum began to cry. "Even though my husband was sick and could not make a living, but I was still accompanied by a chat. He's my most loyal friend... Now I'm alone. My son doesn't know where I know either."

"There I am Mbok... There I am," soed Sejah hugged Mbok Jum's shoulder. It's not usually that sentimental. But his heart was very sad. Seized body shakes spilling his heart tightness on Mbok Jum's shoulder.

There are names of widows, widows, orphans, orphans and even orphans to show the status of the loss of one's role.

But there is no mention for parents who abandoned their children like Mbok Jum.

Their presence is even unnoticed. Who should relax enjoy the joys of giving birth and raising children but still have to fight for a little stomach in his old age.

The To Be Continued.....