CONFESSION STONED
91. You and Your Complaints

“Mbok ... Colored where?” ask Bara the next morning. He did not tell Dijah to stop by the house that morning and invite Heru to go to the office together.

Bara entered by pushing the fence and went straight to the back door that was inside the garage. The garage is still empty, the cars and motorcycles have not moved there.

From the front door of the kitchen, he had seen Mbok Jum who washed dishes immediately stopped the work to welcome him.

“Dijah leaves early in the morning to his Kakang home. Dul was also still sleeping. He said there was something he wanted to talk to his mother. Son Bara don't know?” ask Mbok Jum.

“Dijah did not say. Maybe he doesn't want to take me. Because if you say, I must be insistent on nganter.” Bara also knew for sure that Dijah would not want him to hear all his talk at Kang Supri's house.

“Where?” tanya Bara then walked into the living room. There are two rooms there. One is Dul's room. The other is empty. Mbok Jum's room is located near the dining room.

“Nak Bara, sorry ... I don't understand this make how—” Mbok Jum pointed at the smoke-sucking cooker hood that was roaring on the gas stove attached to the kitchen granite counter.

“Sementar—” Bara approached the granite table and turned off the tool.

“It's not broken right?” mbok Jum asked, staring at the cooker hood with an anxious look.

I laughed a little. “Kok Kok Mbok..” he replied later.

Mbok Jum who once said often did not know what to do if lingering talk then slightly lowered his head and returned to the sink continued his work.

The suture helped her turn on the cooker hood but forgot to teach her how to turn it off. Mbok Jum has been in the kitchen with a tense atmosphere since. He was afraid of damaging the things in the house. Being given a ride with two plates of rice a day, he was already very happy. He felt that he would devote the rest of his life to helping the Colonized and Bara families.

“What's first?” ask Bara to Dul who is sitting dumbstruck at his study table.

“Om Bara!” pekik Dul turned his study chair.

“Sit, Om sit here.” Bara pointed to the edge of the bed next to the Dul study table.

“Finally see you again ..” said Dul.

“Yes, we'll see you again. How's it? Seneng stay here?” ask Bara.

“Seneng. Spacious house. Clean. The water deres trus is clear. No need to be filtered using a broken bucket that contains the same amount of sand. So do not have to wait long if you want to shower.” Dul sat down swinging his legs.

“Om also seneng, if Dul seneng. Oya, Om wants something. Actually it's been a long time, but Om just perfect the nanya now.” I took a breath and smiled.

“What?” ask Dul. Bara turned Dul's chair facing him and brought the wheeled chair closer until it was right in front of him.

“You used to go to the police station? What do you want to say at that time? I think it's important, Om curious.” Bara held onto both the handles of the chair and leaned her body towards Dul.

“Because at that time mom said I can't see Om Bara again. Om Bara is busy. I just want to just. Why busy? Did I make a mistake until Om Bara does not want to see me again.” Dul looked at Bara with his cheerful face. “It turns out now even invited to stay here, I seneng.” Dul circulated his gaze throughout the room.

“You still want nothing about Om's offer to you?” ask Bara.

“Which offer? Many, Om many nawarin I macem-macem.”

Hearing that, Bara laughed. It turned out that he had promised a lot of things to the mother and child he thought.

“Soal offer so son Om, still inget?”

“Oh it—still! I want! I always said I wanted to. But mom should be—”

“Wife Om. Your mother should be Om's wife. Can not?”

“Keep I call dad? Not Om anymore, right?” ask Dul plain.

“Hust. Got to call dad. How?”

“Mom and Dad sleep together, right?”

“Yes, it should be too. How's it? Can?” ask Bara.

“Hmmm—” Dul like he's thinking hard.

“Where?” Bara was a little impatient because he was worried about Dul's answer.

“I'll have a sister huh?” Dul asked back. “My winners almost all have a sister,” continued Dul.

“Why? You don't like it?”

“I also wanted to do it,” said Dul. “Women's wishes. Can?” ask Dul

Now even Dul asked back. A question that slightly baffled Bara recalls his father's story about the trauma of being colonized in his first pregnancy.

If asked, maybe or not. The answer is of course possible. Even very much can. But in this case he has promised not to force the colonized. Everything has to be slow and in no hurry. Getting the Sejahs to put their trust in him first is Bara's current priority.

“Boleh—bby bang. If your mother can be a wife Om, then you have a sister.” Bara's answer now even disturbs his confidence as a man. Can he give a child to Dijah? As for that bastard, just once could make a Ham Sejah ... Bara closed his eyes. Stupid thought he thought. Don't let anyone know about this concern.

Bara drew a smile and pinched slowly on Dul's cheek. “Pinter,” says Bara.

*****

Sejah is still sitting on a sofa that some parts have been torn and made the bus sticking out. He was flicking his nails against each other on his lap. His head was slightly lowered and his face was grim.

Kang Supri sat on the floor leaning against the wall of her house.

“You don't pout. I don't want to admit people to you here. My house is ugly like gini. Guests are not enough for ten people. Especially when dad just died. Cook me and have a guest to marry my sister. Be patient, you can later.” Kang Supri who is thin and looks older than his age exhales cigarette smoke.

“So what should I say to Bara? No need to come? My sister's my family, so who am I talking to? Especially Mother here. How long I don't have a family.”

“They are rich Jah,” said Kang Supri.

“So how should I Kang? If you can't stay here, yes. Later I said to Bara do not need to come here.” It's hard to think of being attacked. I want to start my life better, but why is it so hard.

“You married when you said it, I immediately came to bring Mom. Tell your brother another one, ask for a date too. I'm not talking to him anymore.”

“Neating why? Both poor should get along. It is okay not to have abundant wealth as long as you have a brother that can be expected. Wonder!”

“Tell you guys, anyway I talked. Don't come in here. I'm shy. I wonder why you are not ashamed,” said Kang Supri.

“Why should I be ashamed? Which side of my life is not to be ashamed of. Everything makes me ashamed. Want to tell Kakang's answer to Bara I'm really embarrassed. Ignah—” Colored clucked.

“Phone, tell me when to get married. I dateng. That's my responsibility now. But don't come here and bring a rame-rame.”

And Sejah came home from Kang Supri's house with a flat face as usual. Which woman wants to marry but her family does not want to be visited. Saying it to Bara was confused. His fate is almost the same as Mbok Jum now. The more days he felt the more unregarded he was.

Since his father died, his mother's health has declined. Sejah says nothing to his mother or Kang Supri, but he has a premonition that his mother will not live much longer either. This made Dijah increasingly want to get married quickly. Only one of his parents could see him marry the man he loved.

He arrived home almost five in the afternoon. After bathing Dul and cooking a little dinner side dish, Sejah laid himself on the big bed he had given him a plain blue bed sheet. The bedsheet he found in the closet was still wrapped in plastic. Color choice Bara. Everything the man bought was on average white, blue and black.

He was still thinking about how to tell Bara about Kang Supri's answer to him. That night he skipped dinner and asked Mbok Jum to accompany Dul. His head felt dizzy and Colored fell asleep for a while.

At eleven o'clock he woke up hungry. He checked his phone next to a pillow. No messages or calls from Bara for him. Is it because he stopped by the house this morning and only met with Dul, Bara felt no need to ask him how he was doing?

Or the... Are you upset that he left unsaid?

Colored out of the room and dragged his steps into the dining room. Upon arriving in the room, he saw Bara eating while watching a football match on a cell phone that was leaning on a water bottle.

Slowly the colonized came to Bara who was not yet aware of his presence. After arriving behind the man, Dijah put his hands around Bara's neck.

“Eh, ngagetin. How awake? Kirain slept until morning. I don't want to disturb.” Bara looked back while rubbing his hands.

“Udah long nyampe? Who opened the door? Mbok Jum ya?” tanya Sejah was still standing holding her hand. Bara put the last spoon in her mouth and then sipped half a glass of water.

“Not, already in bed. I went in by myself. I've got spare keys for all the doors. So if you come home later, I don't bother you.” Bara had devised a plan of living together Seized all at once.

“If you are married, you cannot bring your own key. I don't know what time to go home.”

Feeling pleased with what was said by the Colon, Bara pulled the woman's hand down. “OK, if you can't bring the key, I'll stay. Every time I go home, I call you.” Bara pulls the nape of the colonized until their lips meet. Colored neck is quite sore because Bara who kissed it with cold lips and a little smell of sambal turned out long enough.

After their kiss came off, Sejah pulled up a chair and sat down next to Bara.

“I was at Kang Supri's house. I was surprised, but I was only allowed to take Mas there. But he doesn't want to. Said embarrassed. Don't take anyone there. Just marry her, let her come. So how am I supposed to? I'm ashamed I don't have sodara. You like to marry a gembel Mas ..” isak Sejah then cover his face and cry. He can't stand to keep it alone, Bara has to know. Until when he can hold it. The most valuable thing in his life right now is just Dul and ... Embers.

He loved his mother. But he felt that he had long lived without the presence of a mother figure.

Bara turned his chair and sat facing Dijah. He then slightly lowered his head to hold both sides of the seat and turned the chair around to face him.

“What does Kang Supri want? That only? If he's asked to come he'll come, right?” ask Bara on the downed Dijah. Hearing Bara's question, Dijah nodded while wiping his tears.

“Yes, we got married here. Call them on their wedding day. If it is your brothers. It's nothing Jah... I'll talk to my family later. We are together now. It shouldn't be hard anymore. Know what I mean?” ask Bara. Sejah nodded but had not yet looked at Bara.

“Sini—” Bara pulls Colored and sits the woman on her lap.

“I love his mother Dul. I love you even though she is no one's mother. I love that you have no family or you have no family. Because I'm going to tag that family to you.”

“Do not worry again yes dear ..” said Bara. He took both hands of the Colonized and again draped them to his neck. “His Mas Bay ...”

Colored down and put his head on Bara's shoulder. “I love Mas Bara ..”

“Should it—should,” said Bara hugged her lover and rubbed the strong back of the Sejah who had been carrying the burden for too long.

Today Bara has turned the two seats occupied by the mother and child to invite them to speak. Fortunately the mother and son had the same feelings for her.

The To Be Continued.....