CONFESSION STONED
75. Dispose of Memory

Colored wiped his tears in a hurry with the palm of his hand. He stepped over the rice cooker that came off the plug and its contents scattered on the floor.

He literally stuffed money into his bag. His phone's battery has beeped several times indicating he must recharge. There's no time.

He opened the door and put on his shoes quickly. His hands trembled as he turned his key child.

"Where are you going Jah?" ask Tini. I looked at Tini for a moment. Then for a while Dijah stood looking at the door of his room.

"I went Tin," said Dijah then walking away from Tini who was sitting alone in front of the door of his room.

That night, the cost was so quiet. No one was seen outside. It breathes cigarette smoke into the air. He could not ask Dijah where his friend was going. Tini regretted not offering to accompany Dijah that night.

If only Tini knew that that was the last night of the Colonized were in those boarding houses.

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"Why is Dul sampe kayak gini? Why?" yells Dijah rubbing cheeks of his son who puffs red color form adult fingers.

"Yes you also said it was the same man who rode the red bike. Don't pack Dul anything anymore. Dul still has a father, so his father is offended. I told you not to get close to that man. You're also tau ndablek!" sergeant Mr. Dijah who was leaning near the kitchen door while smoking.

"I was wrong again? Akuuu?? I threw the man away so that he wouldn't be on my deck again. You think because I'm scared of Fredy? Da? Not Sir... Wasn't... I'm ashamed! I am ashamed of my own situation. My status, my family's condition. I've resigned if it was to die I gini-gini aja. But mbok yeah not my son..."

"Yes so where should I be?" sergeant Mr. Coljah is no less harsh.

"Stop gambling!! Don't take anything from him! You think I refused her money because what?? I don't want us to be his slaves anymore! You said I was almost dead, almost crazy because of him. But you don't want me to get away from him!! Then how should I live?? Yes Gustiiii..." Colored roaring beating his chest.

"Yumuuuu... Yep..." Dul's tears broke again hugging his mother.

"Or did I take my son to die together, sir? Is that Sir??" tanya Sejah with a face full of tears.

"No need to be fat!" shouted father Colored.

"Where's Fredy's place of work? Request address!" scream Sejahted.

"Why are you going to her place?!"

"Pay the debt of father! I don't want us to be his slaves anymore! I'm sure you know where Fredy is. If you don't want to tell, this malem is the last father to see me." He stood up and grabbed his bag and walked closer to his father.

"Momuuu.." whined Dul again holding his mother's leg.

"You're at home. Wait for the mother to come home" said Dijah to his son.

"Port Escape Block B Shophouse No. 4. Don't say anything to him. If you want to pay the debt, pay it. You'll be beaten again..."

Sejah could no longer hear the end of his father's sentence. He ran out the door and onto the highway. His chest felt like it was going to explode. He should see Fredy soon.

When an empty taxi passed, Dijah immediately stopped and said where the destination was. He was so hard to hold back his tears. His body feels shaky. Both of his hands clutched tightly onto the bag of a place where the money he had accumulated had been hard-earned for years.

Almost an hour when the taxi that was boarded by Dijah arrived in a row of dark shophouses like uninhabited. The taxi driver asked him repeatedly if he did not miss the destination.

Steadily colonized out of the taxi and lined up rows of empty shophouses located at the back of the office building to look for number four.

Apparently he did not need to linger looking for his destination. A few meters away, his eyes caught the number 4 whose paint color had faded on the wall.

"FREDY!! FREDY!!" yelling Colored while banging on the door of the aluminum shophouse.

Twice shouting Fredy's name loudly turned out to be immediately fruitful. Someone stretched the door of the shop and peeked out.

"Who?" shouted Fredy who seemed to be inside but was sitting quite far away from the door.

"Your wife!" shouted someone who was peeking towards Colored.

"Your wife! Openup! I'll talk to him!" yell Colored again.

Someone who turned out to be Fredy's friend who had been almost thrown by the stone by the colonized, pushed the aluminum door open a little.

"What do you want?" Fredy is seen preparing water in a tube for use as a medium sipping methamphetamine.

"You hit my son?" tanya Sejah's.

"He wants to talk to our family again. Get out of you all. Who knows if she's raped too." Fredy laughs.

"Go out there!! I want to nudge him!" exclaim Fredy. The three men shuffled and headed out the door.

"How much does my father owe? I want to pay," said Dijah reached into his bag. Fredy walked over to him.

"Not to pay! Sleep with me! Everything's free!"

"Cuihhhh!!" He spat towards Fredy who was talking snorting towards his neck.

"Snitch girl!"

PLAKK!!

A slap was instantly received by the Sejahated. His tiny body could not take a sudden slap with the man's energy.

"You don't know it's lucky! Poor people don't know themselves! All this time I refused my money. But you accept what the man says. Why are you the same as him? Do you know how good you are now?" Fredy leaned over and pulled out his hair to get his ex-wife back on her feet.

BUGG!!

BUGG!!

He kicked Fredy's leg and stomach as the man leaned over. Fredy lapsed and took a few steps back and grimaced holding his stomach.

"More shrewd you are now! Don't you want to almost die from my first night with me? Already inget? HUH UH??" Fredy aimed his kick at the body of the Sejah who was still trying to stand up. Seized slamming his body dodging Fredy's kick.

"Dog! Don't dream you can hold me!" exclaim Sejah back to stand. "Take your money, don't come back to my parents' house. I can still make a living my son!" yelled Sejah trying to justify his knotted bag strap.

"I don't want to!!" scream Fredy. The man grabbed the collar of the Teeming T-shirt and gripped it as tightly as he could.

Dijah's face turned red as if his chest was about to explode. Fredy cornered her to one of the columns standing in the middle of the shophouse floor.

He hit Fredy's arm many times. His feet barely trace. His breathing began to feel tight. And then a memory that had disappeared from his head reappeared.

His own crying voice roared. A hand grabbed her hair and threw her into the closet.

Room full of white flower decoration. Bridal room. A slap on his face that made him become half-conscious.

"Call me Mas!! Call me Mas Colored!!" scream Fredy.

"Whore!!" maki Fredy's. Sejah felt his body lifted because of the grip on the collar of the white kebaya clothes he wore.

"Call me Mas!!" yell Fredy again.

"Enggaaaakk... Fatheraaaak" Colored teen screaming crawling towards door.

But the over-spirited Fredy of the night raised Dijah and threw him too hard until the woman's head hit the corner of the wooden bed.

Seized not wrinkled for a moment. Fredy raped Dijah in his critical state at the time.

Sejah recalls a piece of memory lost due to his past trauma. Her eyes widened. The bastard who was strangling him at the time had almost killed him.

Colored hands back gripping Fredy's arms.

"Lep-fit me. An-jung!!" maki Colored.

PLAKK!!

Fredy slapped back at Dijah. The Seized Nose instantly spurted out fresh blood. Seached lemak. His body slowly slumped against the wall.

BRAKKK!!

The door of the shop was open.

BUGG!!

Bara suddenly appears and immediately kicks the body of Fredy who is trying to kill his ex-wife.

The To Be Continued.....