CONFESSION STONED
92. Urinary

That week, Bara was really busy. He was busier than the Colonized who asked him to relax and not have to think hard.

He asks Bara to call Kang Supri the day before their event. But fearing that the Sejah family forgot about it, Bara called Kang Supri three times a week.

And he had just come home from the house that was occupied by Dijah when he met his mother under the wicket of the living room.

“Kok not sleeping?” bara asked her mother, who had not slept before midnight.

“Where to?” ask mother.

“From where it was colonized, something was talked about earlier. The show is back again.”

“Mas can't meet Dijah until later. Cook to marry each malem long return home.” Bu Yanti locked the door after Bara entered the house.

“There are one two things that must be accommodated directly Bu,” Bara replied dragging her step into the dining room.

“What's more unfinished, the show's in a week. The patient one. Keep health. But then there's someone else. If it is very important, let the mother who came to the place of the Colonized. Don't Mas go there,” said Bu Yanti.

“Whatever mom wants?”

“Kok is the name? Still think anti-same mother Sejah?” ask Bu Yanti.

And towards that H day Bara just left for the office and went home on time. Despite obeying his mother's words, he looked agitated and agitated.

The mood changes often. And the man who was holding me was colonized two weeks ago with shady eyes and soothing speech back to being the home version of Bara.

“Bu, how? U dashing yet?” ask Bara with his set.

“Mas has tried to cover it more than three times. Mother's answer is still the same, Mas gallant, handsome.” Bu Yanti who was sitting in front of the television again convinced her son.

“How good hair? Here or—” Bara tidying her hair arrangement to the left. “Begin?” asked Bara after returning to tidy her hair back.

“Kan disposable head cover Mas ... Her hair did not look where the comb was headed.” Bu Yanti is like returning to face Bara, the version of a boy who impatiently wants to try new clothes.

“Yes too, but it's good to comb in this direction 'right Bu?” ask Bara again.

“Yes, great really. Have you eaten? I guess I didn't eat breakfast this morning. This malem is also not.”

“Entar I ate, easy.”

“Do not be easy. Later in the wind,” reprimand Bu Yanti.

“Eating Maaasssss ... Do not because want to mate so full continue.” Sukma carried his son and sat down next to Bu Yanti.

“Ganteng, right?” ask Bara again with a waist.

“Ganteeeeeng ..” sahut Bu Yanti and Sukma together. They've been crammed with that sight all week by Bara.

The closer the day H and can not meet with the Colonized, Bara increasingly urgency. Bayu who was urging Bara to talk again about Tini, got his sap.

“Tini again—tini again, datengin cake to its costs. He hasn't been able to work. Must still be at home. The cave wants to be alone now, don't bother. There!” drive Bara to Bayu who left while grumbling.

And that night, the day before her wedding, Bara lay restless in her room. He was curious about what was done at that time. What is her lover doing. Why Sejah can look relaxed, why even he is more agitated.

Bara took his phone and called Sejah with a video call mode. Long wait, no answer from across. I go back to repeating it. Still no answer.

Impatiently waiting, Bara went to the family room to the bowl where to store various vehicle keys. His father and mother were sitting there.

“Kok not sleeping? Where are you going?” ask mother.

“Nothing, not going anywhere.” Bara who wanted to turn back straightened his steps towards the dining room.

“Udah eat Mas? I don't think you went to dinner last night.” Bu Yanti observed her restless son.

“Entar aja, still full. If laper must have eaten.” Bara sat on the dining chair and pulled out her cell phone.

“Entar in the wind ..” Ms. Yanti reminded me again.

“Iya Dear Mother ... I'll eat.” Bara blinked his eyes and left his parents looking at each other.

“Kayak beginning of school first yes Ma'am... Can't sleep. Nyobain uniform back and forth. Finally overslept in SD uniform until morning.” Mr. Wirya laughed considering the behavior of the little Bara.

“Originally now don't like that. The suit is neat ironed cook brought to sleep.”

“Neither brought to sleep, fear again Bara directly shower continues to be ready.” Mr. Wirya laughed again and Bu Yanti smiled looking at her son who went to the living room.

“Again where?” whispered Bara on the phone. “Where to hang out? Same with the Vespa community? So don't bring a car? Get me dong, want to meet Dijah. But don't know anybody. Entar mom nagging. Can it? Now yes ... I wait on the terrace.” Bara ended his conversation while smiling with satisfaction.

Bara had just asked Heru to pick her up at home. If he came out with his cousin brother, a thousand and one excuses could be made. His mother also must have believed that Heru would not want to be invited to do strange things.

Although it was a bit of a nagging, Heru still agreed to pick up Bara. Though he was busy gathering and hanging out with his Vespa community friends.

Bara sat on the terrace chair with legs that had been swaying impatiently waiting for Heru to come. So when a motorcycle came near the fence and cloned twice, Bara immediately jumped from his seat.

“Helm?” She stretched out her hand to ask for a helmet.

“This is seriously going to the place of Colored?” ask Heru.

“Yes, yuk hunted. Just wait for me a little far away,” said Bara riding boncegan doang.

“Maaaasssss ...” call Sukma from home. “Mas Baraa...”

“I was picked up by Mas Heru nih, invited to coffee at a crossroads. Entar yaa ... Tell my mom not long.” Bara shouted from outside the fence answering Sukma's thunderous scream.

“Ibuuu ... Mas Bara goiii” shouted Sukma again.

“Ihhh ... Basic tuh son. From the first difficult to be invited to work together.”

Heru grieved hearing Bara's reply. “I'm the only one who wants to work with like ...”

“Don't lamaaaa!” yell Sukma again.

“Well, it should have met that I met doang. What have you been doing all this time?” Heru propelled his motor.

“Udah ah, so just discussed ...” Bara sat in the arms of Vespa Heru holding his cousin's two shoulders.

Bara arrived in front of the house which will be the location of his wedding tomorrow. Bara. He didn't come to that place at all. His mother forbade him and he followed his mother's will.

If indeed it was just a simple wedding as he asked the mother, the tall white tents towering certainly did not cover the road.

Unwilling to be overwhelmed, Bara went down at the entrance of the tent and asked a man who was stretching a long cable from inside the house.

“Whose way is it sir?” ask Bara.

“Children Sir Wirya,” said the man. She closed her mouth, holding a smile. Heru did not take off his helmet and remained seated on Vespa like an ojek.

“Which has a home there Sir?” tanya Bara again looked at the deserted house.

“So there, maybe now you're asleep. It's almost the middle of the mall ... Will tomorrow want a spell, cook stay up.” The man who was cleaning his equipment was smiling.

It's there, and Bara won't go home empty-handed. He walked closer to the fence closest to the main bedroom window. With the cell phone in his hand constantly phoned Dijah, calling his lover's name in loud whispers.

“Went where the hell,” muttered Bara looked at her phone. All the keys to the house he had handed over to the colonized, now he was rather sorry. It should be later when they're home. He began looking down for a small stone to throw the glass window of the room.

YO!!

The sound of stones hit the window and Heru slightly jumped. “Heh!! Shatter soon!” reprimand Heru.

“One more time ..” says Bara then directs one throw to the window.

YO!!

And then the lights seem to light up. Bara immediately returned to call Dijah. Sahutan Sejah who sounded sleepy immediately warmed his heart.

“Jah! I'm in front of the fence, get out for a second. I kangen.” Bara then hung up the phone and ran to the fence. Hopefully Mbok Jum has slept well and does not see the things he is doing in front of his own house.

Sejah appeared with a negligent negligee and a sleepy face. After opening the gate, Bara immediately pushed the fence a little and went inside.

“Don't lamaaaa ..” shouted Heru from the top of the motor.

“Iyaaa... Oh gosh. Belom also ngapa-ngapain.” Bara looked cynically at Heru who was laughing on his motorbike. The workers who cleaned the tents and chairs had gone home. Bara turned his head many times on the stretch of road that was now covered in white cloth and turned into a party place.

“Jah, I called from earlier why not answered?” ask Bara.

“Iya, I forgot it's vibrating mode. I'm busy from earlier, tasting sleep truss ..” sahut Sejah.

“Jah, like yesterday did not use-pake like gini. How is it now?—” Bara's words came to a halt and turned back to the road.

“Mother, who made mother. She said mommy's a lot. I invite his friends.”

“Mother? Whose mother? My mom?” ask Bara.

“Iya Mas, Mas's Mother. No way my mother. My mom has no friends other than her back neighbor.” Colored who some days faced Bara who urgently set his tone as soft as possible.

“Oh yes also—” Bara nods and then bites her lips staring at Dijah.

“Jah ..”.

“Hmmm ...”

“Besok malem, I've slept here.”

“Iya ..”

“Tick nope?”

“Yes seneng, there are nemenin.”

Hearing her reply, Bara again bit her lip. He then grabbed the waist of the Sejah and pulled her into the embrace.

“Last Jah ... Gladi clean,” whispered Bara advancing her steps to attach the body of Sejahated on the wall near the lock of the fence. The position was safe from the view of Heru who was in the opposite direction.

In just a moment Bara had kissed the sleepy Dijah. His hands quickly guerrillaized over the thin negligee of the Sejahide to squeeze and squeeze his lover's buttocks. While trying to close his eyes and attach the chest of Sejah who was not wearing a bra to his body, Heru clakson.

Bara immediately opened his eyes.

“The project is waiting, I go home first yes ... See you tomorrow.” Bara let go of the body of the colonized and went to step out of the fence.

“Quick lock the fence,” said Bara make sure not to step out of the fence. Sexy scenery Colored only with negligee no one can see it.

*****

Bara stood in front of a long mirror hanging in the second-floor hallway near the door of his room. The mirror is old enough. The frame is brown.

Mr. Wirya said, it is a mirror of the Eyang house. When Eyang died, Bara's father only asked for the mirror as a relic from his father.

He took a deep breath and stopped him. His whole family was waiting downstairs. Before leaving, he will return to ask for his parents' blessing.

“Udah gallant. Ganteng,” said Bara alone. “Dijah ... Your future husband soon nyampe.”

Bara then stepped her feet into the hallway and down the stairs.

The To Be Continued.....

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