CONFESSION STONED
83. Return of Love

“Mas Bara Wirya..” said Sejah looked at Bara's eyes.

If you do not remember the story of his father about the gentle approach to re-enter the life of the colonized, it is certain that Bara will definitely imprint himself on the woman.

Their views still meet. Bara wanted to kiss Dijah, but seemed too rushed. The woman just got into her car. He should respect his father's efforts and not mess up the atmosphere.

The top of his head was itching at the thought of Dijah sitting sweetly next to him wearing such an elegant suit. Seized calves that are rarely seen make Bara restless.

Bara was weighing what things he would say or ask to Sejah so that the woman's answer was not 'yes or 'no', or also ‘terasare’.

“I miss Jah ..” says Bara. Those are the words he has to say. He missed that woman. After a night of beating Fredy and delivering Sejah to Rumah Aman, he could never sleep well.

Sejah looked at Bara at a glance then looked at the streets in front of them with a faint smile.

Bara took his car to a restaurant on the hill. It took them a long time until they got there. It was intentionally. He wanted to be re-aware of his presence. He misses the attitude and straightforward speech of the colonists.

They had arrived at a restaurant parking lot that led to a valley that was given an iron fence. In the distance the fog seemed to hang closing the top of the hill across. It was past noon, and the sun in the altitude area was never too fierce.

Bara pulls the handbrake and releases his seatbelt. “We've nyampe,” Bara then leaned in to feel the Seized seatbelt and release it.

“I often pass this restaurant, but never had time to stop by. If you squirm from the outside, it looks good. The taste of the cooking does not know. Good luck yes,” said Bara turned to Dijah.

“What's okay. Must be delicious,” sahut Sejah smiled.

“Jah ... Makasi already wanted to join my dad to my graduation. I don't know what Dad said to you, but I will always thank him because I can see you again.” Bara grabbed the right hand of Sejah and grasped it.

“I miss Jah ... My chest feels too tight if you don't see me. I don't want you to forget about us. Never do that ... I never felt that sick because I was ignored. I love you ... I really love that you were Sacked ...”

Bara spoke while grasping the hand of Sejah and continued to look at the hand that was in his grasp. He did not dare to pull Sejah into his arms. He had to be patient as his father said.

But it turns out, escaped Bara's vision, the tears of the Seized have come down since earlier. Gutted slowly pulled Bara's hand until the man looked up.

Sejah wrapped both his hands around the neck of Bara who was now down. Sejah hugged tightly the body of a man who had been trying too much for him.

“I also miss ... I miss ... For days I've been trying to forget you, but it's not easy. I remember my bad past memories. I'm ashamed ... I'm too embarrassed to see you again. I actually miss it too. I want to hug you, but I'm too shy ...” Colored roared unclogged in his heart all this time. Her crying is not just a slow sob. Sejah hugged tightly to the man who slowly made it a place to lean.

No one knows and understands that Bara is his first love. He was never in a romantic relationship and was touched by a man until he met Fredy. A male friend who had approached him in High School, ended up being battered and moved to school.

Other men who had tried to get close to the Colonies after their divorce, nothing lasted long. Everything went along with their knowledge of Dul's existence.

Being colonized doesn't beg a rich man to God. Colonized only wants a man who is responsible and accepts it with Dul with affection.

When God delivered the near-perfect Bara and accepted everything, it made his heart even smaller. Being scared doesn't want to be selfish. But it turns out he also can not afford to lose Bara. Colored crying spills his longing.

“Yes, it's okay. Hugged me, crying all over. There's me Jah .. there's me.” Bara's getting her embrace. Gently rubbed the woman's back. Smell the head that should have been loved. Being a woman is great for him.

“I love you, I love you Colored ... I love Dul, believe me, right? Believe me ...” said Bara in the ear of the Sejah who grew louder when he heard those words.

“I also love Mas Bara ... I also love.”

People say that if he loves he will return, but Bara trusts the words more if it is love, then he will never leave.

“Dijah ..” Bara let go of their embrace. He has found his Column again. Regardless of the woman is the mother of a child, Sejah is still a young woman who is minimal about relationship feelings.

They realize they are just as naive. Like he who is sometimes rash because it prioritizes his emotions and desires. But wouldn't a pair of humans destined to be together fill and strengthen each other?

Bara never thought about daring to face the thugs who gang up on him if he did not think about the Colonized. The pain he received could he tolerate easily because he remembered the matter of being colonized. Many days it is not good to eat and sleep just because of a woman. Trivia to the ears of anyone who hears it.

But they need each other. Bara wants to be needed as a man who can protect and care for the wounds of the woman he loves.

Cupping his hands together on her tear-filled cheeks, Bara kissed the woman's lips.

The kiss of longing release he had been holding. Bara could not see if Dijah closed his eyes or not, because he himself immediately fell asleep scooping all the lips of the Sejah who opened for him.

Sejah hands that had just been lying just like that, now lifted up to hold both sides of Bara's arm.

Bara then leaned Sejah into the car seat, his right hand fumbling the seat back control button. And when his hands managed to reach the button, still with their lips on each other, the seat back of the Sejah slowly came down and Bara overstretched his lover's body.

The long kiss only stopped for a moment to change position and interrupt the breath. I forgot the purpose of going there. His hands had moved gently squeezing his stomach and continued to climb up the woman's ribs from behind a thin silk blouse.

Bara's breath grew more and more hunting, and a soft groan escaped out of his mouth. And just as his hand reached above the chest of the Colored and massaged it gently, his father's voice suddenly broke through his head.

“Ra ... Patience, don't rush ..”

Bara opened his eyes, and his nostalgic right hand instantly became stiff.

With breathless breath and eyes still clanging, Bara confirmed the location of the hair and clothes of the Seized.

“Jah,” call Bara.

“Hmmm ..” sahut Sejah stared at Bara who was still piercing his body half lying in the car seat.

“Married to me yes,” said Bara.

Not an amazing romantic proposal. Speech is just like an exhortation. The tone is the same as the man asked Dijah to wear a seatbelt or ask for a plate of rice.

“Ha? Not for lunch?” tanya Sejah's.

“Eh? So—so that's it. Have lunch first, even though it's too late. Trus come with me to the house huh?” Bara rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand. He wants scenes like this every night, Bara thought. Sleeping while hugging Colored after tired ber ... Bara dragged a dirty thought out of her head. Now he can't think about it. He closed his eyes and breathed.

“Iya Mas ..” sahut Colored.

“Yes Jah Jah ..” muttered Bara before re-uplifting the body of Sejah and hugging it. The dirty thought that he had dragged out earlier turned out to be inside his head again.

The To Be Continued.....