CONFESSION STONED
66. Miss and Restu

"I'm wegah sir... I'm moh, I'm wedhi, ojo cedhakke me, I'm disgusted, I moh. (I don't want to, sir... I don't want to. I fear. Don't beat him to me. I'm disgusted. I don't want to)" Sejah shook the shoulder of his Father who was sitting leaning against the wall of the living room.

"Rabi karo sopo wae, kuwi podho, meh age piro wae kuwi ora ono bedhone, kowe dikei ngerti ping kaping kok ngeyel to, kiko kowe yo tresno dewe karo bojomu. (Who is the same. How old it makes no difference. You go back and forth in understanding is difficult. Later you also love your husband)" Mr. Dijah exhaled his cigarette smoke look upset at his youngest daughter who kept crying. The greatness that was worn on him was no longer shaped.

"Mother love me Mom. Ojo's mother meneng wae. I'm wegah Ma'am... I'm njaluk ngapuro. Ojo ngasi ndekne nyekel - nyekel me. Yo ojo's mother wae to Bu... (Mother help me. Mom, don't be fooled. I don't want Mom... Sir... I asked for mercy. Don't keep him holding me. Don't give me either.)" The juvenile colonized put together his two palms begging for mercy.

"Mengko nek kowe ws nduwe son mesthi kowe tresno karo bojomu. (Later if you already have children must love your husband)" Mr. Sejah put his hand away which had been handled by Dijah.

"Luwih bechik I'm dead wae... (Mending me is dead.)" He fell to the floor and returned.

"What are you doing there??!! His parents also did not know the true to their children. Here you are!!"

A man pulled out his hand and threw it at the door of the room.

BRAAAKKK!!

Sejah felt his forehead throbbing as it hit the door of the room.

"Switch.." groaned Colored in his dream. "Sickness.." groaned Colored again.

"Well! Jah! Colored!!" yelled Tini from the next room.

"YES?? You Tin?" He snapped and sat on his bed.

"Yes! Me! Tini Suketi! Is there anyone else whose ears are as sharp as mine? What are you dreaming? How do you feel sick?" yelled Tini from the next room.

He glanced at the clock hanging opposite him. At five in the morning. Only a few hours after returning from his place, the nightmare came again.

Colored wiping sweat with the edge of his negligent neck. He has not had time to buy a new fan in lieu of the damaged fan.

"The dream is not good" said Dijah.

"I'm horrified your mas's home. How not to nginep? Tumbens!" take Tini out of bed.

"It's okay. He's sick again, it's good to rest at home." Seamed on his back looking at his room asbestos holes. His mind floated on Bara's warm embrace a moment ago.

Should he look for Fredy and ask him directly to the crazy man?

***

Over the next week, Bara just called Dijah to exchange news. The man was successfully convinced that Dijah rested to quickly heal from his wounds.

During that time, even though Bara really missed being colonized, he began to get a bright spot about the thugs who attacked him and his office.

"Mas, can I have a chat for a minute?" asked Bara who greeted the arrival of Heru that morning in the office.

"Can-can, come" said Heru continued to walk past Bara's desk to his room.

"Sorry, this is personal. But I need a consultation." Bara pulled a chair in front of Heru.

"Where? What'sthat?" Heru leaned back his body and crossed his legs.

"Former husband Colored Mas... I think Fredy will soon be dragged into a drug case. For the past, I'd like to make a report on what we talked about yesterday, but her husband still isn't affected. I had a chat with a lawyer who represented the office, he said, which was only charged with property destruction. While my demands are separate, the fall is even to the violent theft. I'm so lazy to go in on the report, a waste of time." Bara sighed and leaned back.

"What are your photos from the file of Mr. Santo?" ask Heru.

"I can't get into that area. I'm afraid that Fredy's thugs know my face, and the wanted man ran away. But yesterday mas Heryadi ngajakin me, cool also turned out..." Bara looked at Heru.

Following the police officers dressed as thugs raided each small alley looking for accomplices drug couriers turned out to cause a special preoccupation for Bara.

"You focus on your problems, Ra, do not often follow Heryadi. That was his job. Definitely settled. He must have ngabarin you," Heru asserted.

"Yes, but I want to join me if I am Heryadi grebek Fredy. I want to look at his face," Bara snorted.

"Thinking about yourself is also Ra... Careful," said Heru glanced at Bara's face.

A few days ago Heru gave contact to a Police officer named Heryadi a Restic Case who had just been promoted. He is a senior of Heru in the law campus who has become a state servant.

Reconnaissance in the port area has been carried out for three days. Only four men were able to be dragged away due to reports of office disfigurement because their faces were caught cctv. The rest, the thugs are disfigured like swallowed by the earth.

This was a serious matter for Heru. But Bara who is very kasmaran does not seem to heed the question of his own safety.

Some days Bara is even busy buying AKBP Heryadi which seems to soon be getting a big catch. A drug factory they suspect is accommodated by Fredy.

It has been almost ten days Bara can only contact Dijah by telephone. And this whole day, out of twenty calls to Coljah, the woman answered only twice. Bara's a little bit anxious. Moreover, the answer sounded short.

That night, it was almost 10 p.m. when he arrived on the porch of his house. Bara again tried to call Dijah and luckily the woman answered him immediately.

Bara walked into the living room and threw her body on one of the single sofas facing the entrance.

"Where are you going anyway? I rarely answered the phone," said Bara in a sad tone. The team did not immediately give an answer. The woman just sighed across the phone.

"Well... I'm kangen. Where are you going? I've been busy outside lately. Dul how are you? Is there a Dul Jengukin? If we're together with Dul jengukin ya..."

"Yes.." answered a brief colonization from across.

"Next week to the house I yuk," invited Bara. "Last week it didn't, did it?" ask Bara again. He felt like he was losing his enthusiasm for his phone.

Bara wanted to visit Dijah as soon as possible, but now he had to focus his attention on the investigation of AKBP Heryadi. Meeting the police was not easy, Bara, who was still a junior compared to Heru, had to learn a lot this time.

Heryadi is a friendly figure and always willing to share information about the development of his investigation on Bara. The problem is, the police time was very crowded. Bara sometimes had to spend hours in Polrestabes to interrupt the leisure time of Heryadi AKBP.

"Next week I can't, my mother asked me for treatment. Later if there is a change of plan I will notify," said Sejah.

Bara pout. Two weeks ago Colored when not this difficult when invited.

"Yes, I'm waiting until you're not busy. Your mother's not very sick, is she? Or need to take her to the hospital? I can anterine," said Bara.

"No need, no pain. Just therapy. Later I will tell you if you can," said Sejah.

"Eh Jah's... Mas Heru nelfon's. I close first, it's important. I'll call you back, don't sleep..."

Bara then ended his conversation with Dijah and answered Heru's phone.

"Yes Mas?" sahut Heru's.

"I was on the phone with Mas Heryadi. He said you have to be patient, because Fredy is slippery. The point of circulation of the drug is indeed from the port area. But the factory is not yet certain. You don't have to follow me. You separate your feelings of personal sentiment from Fredy's. You're not afraid of being attacked again by thugs who aren't afraid of it?" Heru felt the need to remind Bara. He does not want Bara's sister to get hurt again because of his obsession to catch Fredy.

"Yes, yes... I didn't expect that my ex-husband Dijah would dare to shake it. Strange behavior really. Colored his ex-wife. He has no right to disallow any Dekete dijah. He likes to play with his hands even if he's nobody else. What dreams did Sejah get to meet people like him." Bara leaned his head on the sofa and stared at the large crystal decorative lights hanging over the living room.

"Just you promised me not to come to the home of the colonized parents for a while until your case was cleared. Please Ra, don't be rash. The police also cannot know. The man you want to send to prison is still the father of his son. Big news about Fredy will later go up and be heard by many people. You wrote the news. After sending Fredy to prison, you married his ex-wife. That's not good news. So don't be rash. Horror me," said Heru again.

Bara was speechless digesting Heru's words that sounded very true in his ears.

"So you were injured yesterday because you were robbed of your ex-boyfriend's husband Ra?" Bu Yanti's voice suddenly sounded from behind Bara.

Bara widened her eyes. "Mas... I'll call you back later. Mother heard our words like," Bara whispered to Heru and then turned off his phone.

"Jawab mother Ra," pinta bu Yanti walked over to her son.

"It was just a small incident, Mom, I once mukulin ex-husband in front of his parents' house was colonized. Maybe he was vengeful to me," said Bara upholding his seat because Yanti ma'am was now occupying the sofa next to him.

"Your relationship is not healthy... Not normal. Too risky, honestly I disagree. I don't want to interfere in your personal affairs. But as a parent, you have to give your opinion. And mother's opinion, I think you don't agree you continue your relationship." Bu Yanti sat up straight folding her hands on her lap. His eyes looked straight at the eldest son who felt very valuable.

Bara has always been a good boy. Since adolescence, Bara has never done anything that unsettles her mind as a parent. Bu Yanti thinks that Bara deserves someone better.

"Regardless of whatever your choice, I don't think you should go that far as meddling in your girlfriend's affairs. He's not a nobody you are Ra... You still have business and responsibility about your education to your father and mother. Can I bill your promise again to quickly finish S2?" yanti asked Bara who returned her mother's gaze with a stiff face.

"Next month I'm in court, ma'am, end of next month I'm a magister. I have fulfilled my promise. But I also ask you, don't judge Dijah before you know him. He suffered enough with the judgment of the people. I don't know if I got hurt because of her ex-husband. Not wrong, ma'am. Give me time for proof to dad, proof to Mom, if my choice is not wrong." Bara leaned her body to hold Bu Yanti's hand.

"I love Mom. I would also like to talk to a good daughter-in-law. Not the perfunctory. So I believe I do." continued Bara again.

Bu Yanti just looked down at the hands of his eldest son who was dashing and always optimistic was clasping his hands tightly.

The To Be Continued.....