CONFESSION STONED
120. Humanist Residential

“By what?” bara asked as she received her phone back from the hand of the Seized..

“Chicken coop tomorrow want to go home, can ‘kan Mas?” She looked at her husband.

“Yes can, we malem this nginep here yes... Father asked for. I think he still wants to play with Dul,” said Bara.

“Mas help me see Dul, worry about ngerepotin people. Kasi know where the bathroom is,” said Sejah with a worried look.

“Iya—iya, her mother need not worry. Lagian Dul is independent. Cepet deck with people. He can directly call pake ‘akung’. Though I just taught earlier.” Bara nyengir still caressed the head of Sejah.

“I'm also not good for long here Mas... Not not want. But I can't do anything alone anymore. Sleeping continues to kayak males.” She spoke while rubbing her husband's arm. “Ya I've continued eating it first. I want to sleep—”

Colored suddenly silent frowning. His stomach felt stirred and a sour sensation touched the base of his esophagus. He patted Bara's hand and then hurriedly got up in a daze.

“You vomit? Geez—” Bara took Dijah who ran towards the bathroom in the left corner.

“Hueeekkk” Sejah spewed a little food that had entered his stomach immediately after Bara opened the closet.

For a few moments, the colonized looked down on the closet to remove the entire contents of his stomach. After erecting his body, he looked at Bara with still watery eyes.

“Yes for God's sake,” murmured Bara lit the sink faucet and washed his wife's mouth. “I don't have the gini. Your stomach is empty again. Can I take a meal?” tanya Bara pulled out a few sheets of tissue and wiped the mouth of the Seized. The woman immediately shook her head while holding the tissue to her mouth.

“I slept. My head is dizzy and heavy,” replied Dijah. Bara let his wife back into bed. While he went to the dispenser and filled the paper glass with water.

“Ya have slept, but drink first.” Bara poured water on his wife's lips. “Abisin... Intar less fluid even more limp,” added Bara.

Bara left the Sejah who coiled on his bedroom bed.

*****

“Where? That one was really?” ask Fifi as Heru approaches her on the back porch of the house. He turned towards the large glass covered in white vitrase behind his chair.

“Udah, really. Understand ‘kan how Bara?” asked Heru while sitting next to his wife.

“Neither. But I understand, especially Miss Lek deket same Joana. Bara must be worried about being considered excessive when talking in vain. Worry considered lebay ngebelain his wife.”

“Yes, one more. Bara is worried that his wife is considered a stove, if she has to talk directly to Joana. Bara want everything good in the eyes of each person.” Heru took a cup of coffee from Fifi's hand.

“Eh we so talk Bara in his own house,” said Fifi turned her husband.

“Iya—iya, already know if I will be talked.” Bara came to join them.

“Next to eat again?” ask Heru. “Your station was not finished.”

“Udah full Mas, clay Sutured vomit continues.” Bara shifted the seat next to Fifi to next to Heru and sat there.

“Vomiting continues?” tanya Fifi raised her eyebrows. Bara nodded. “Ready you. Can in and out of the hospital your wife later.”

“Times are that bad?” asked Bara with a slightly incredulous look.

“Mas... Please give me a picture to the prospective father of this one.” Fifi gave a small laugh at the look on Bara's innocent face that looked at her and her husband alternately.

“You didn't want any time Fifi got pregnant I rarely enter the office? Well if inget it is tired,” said Heru. “But if not, there is no Tirta. Long wait,” added Heru massaging Fifi's arm while smiling.

“Iya Ra, we wait four years. Because my endometriosis is severe. You have not had two months of marriage. Grateful and enjoyed. The feelings of pregnant women should be maintained. Don't let any other girl come home. Although the reason is clear, the name of the woman must be sensitive. Moreover, the condition is also again pregnant and seriously drunk.” Fifi clenched her mouth holding a smile.

“Mean her ask for help..” Bara chuckled to know Fifi was making fun of him.

“Liat himself right? The charm of Kang Mas Bara who is indifferent to women is even more curious than me,” said Heru.

“Kang Mas Heru is also curious. It used to manage to convince me that dating that age can also last,” said Fifi turned her husband.

“Convincing a high-level idealistic Fifi Mochtar is the biggest challenge,”.

“Women who are difficult to conquer it seem more challenging ‘kan?” Fifi raised her eyebrows looking at Heru. Bara laughed because she felt Fifi's words were right. Sejah would not be pregnant with her child if only the woman who first pursued her love.

“Kalo said already I believe, I can not long ago ya Ra... Will return cepet.” Heru laughed looking at his sneering wife.

“Ya is already there! Hush—hush..” kick Bara laugh.

“Udah exhausted the need to us he so like this.” Heru clucked shaking his head looking at Bara.

*****

“Anak Colored sleeping where?” asked Bu Yanti to Mr. Wirya who had just entered the room that night.

“The name is Dul Bu... Not good to be heard if you call it that,” reprimanded Mr. Wirya to his wife.

“Iya his name is Dul. But really, he's his son Colonized.” Bu Yanti who was reading a book raised her gaze to look at the husband.

“Now his son Bara also. Don't let us call it that. Bara is also definitely not good to be horrified,” said Mr. Wirya heading to the bathroom.

Bu Yanti just kept looking back at the book. Not used to it, he thought. He was not used to calling the boy a Bara boy.

“Have taken medicine?” ask Bu Yanti. Mr. Wirya has been taking cholesterol drugs regularly.

“Udah,” replied Mr. Wirya. “In the near future our grandchildren added,” said Mr. Wirya again started the topic about pregnancy Sejah.

“Yes, Bara will be a father. We are getting older,” said Bu Yanti.

“Dul it—baik. Yielding. But his gaze was a little anxious. He likes his life with Bara. Maybe he treated her very well. Look how Dul digested everything Bara said correctly. The boy was afraid of being abandoned. He was worried that if not obedient, he would be left behind Bara. Afraid of his mother. Kasian,” said Mr. Wirya again.

“Kayak a child with his toys?” ask Bu Yanti.

“The comparison is more precise like us who deny Bara with his big motor. As much as possible he was careful when driving so as not to crash. Because if he gets hurt, we get angry and take back the fun. All humans should be. If you have received what you want, it must be well guarded. And Dul is doing it. But considering he was a kid, I pity him. Surely for Dul, complete family is expensive.” Mr. Wirya still holds the book on his lap. The old man then took a breath.

“Have his son slept?” mama asked, looking at her husband.

“Already. The Sukma room. Bara bought his kayak puzzle to busy Dul.” Mr. Wirya laughed. “Puzzle big so much, if Dul alone who fuss, can be up to a month. That I help let Bara be surprised,” said Mr. Wirya.

“Nothing but his mother?” ask Bu Yanti.

“No, I think his mother is sick. Dul likes us all Mom. Every time he was asked anything, he answered first. That little boy, he was already full of consideration. Hopefully later he can trust Bara completely. My father was also called Akung. Pinter Dul it,” said Mr. Wirya with a satisfied tone.

“Hopefully later the feeling of regret to Bara can be as big as kayak to his mother,” said Bu Yanti.

“Surely, that's for sure. Dul also must know that Bara also loves him. The hearts of children are more pure in judging the kindness and attention they receive. Plain without coercion. For Dul later, Bara is not just a father. But also a close friend.”

Bu Yanti was silent. He was remembering how at the dinner table Dul picked up a grain of rice that fell out of the plate. The boy was indeed very careful, as if afraid of inconveniencing the host he visited.

“Poor,” murmured Bu Yanti.

“Iya Ma'am... Poor thing. Plus he now has to understand his mother who is sick because of his father. Your son Bu.”

*****

“Where? Still nauseous?” Bara put a plate containing a little rice on the nightstand.

“This is so good... Yes ampuuun..” whine Sejah rubbed his stomach. “Never seen kayak gini.” He threw his head back into the pillow.

“I brine of wind oil,” said Bara rose to a multi-storey drawer table made of wood. “Kok no yes?” muttered Bara alone. “I asked for wind oil to mom first yes..” Bara then left his room heading to the first floor.

Almost midnight he knocked on his parents' room and received a bottle of wind oil from Bu Yanti who had just fallen asleep.

“Still vomiting?” ask Bu Yanti to Bara.

“Still Mom... How's that? Eat dime vomit, his stomach must be empty. Anak Mas in dalem how..” Bara was half whining looking at her mother behind the door.

“If vomiting, directly eat filled again. Peted snacks. Fruit is okay too. Ask what to eat. It's in the wind oil line first there!” said Bu Yanti.

“Kalo vomiting how?” ask Bara again.

“Bring to Mas hospital... Let Mas also know not all pregnant cravings gemesin. It's there! All because of me too. Enjoyed, don't complain.” Bu Yanti then closed the door to her room.

It was already midnight and the Sejah who slept all afternoon was not yet sleepy. His stomach is back. Bara has been accommodating vomit colonized in plastic-plastic crackle. His face is tired. He did not expect that the beginning of his wife's pregnancy could be that severe. As he calmed down a little, he began to look for information. Hyperemesis. Her face was instantly grim as she read the information about the excessive nausea and vomiting experienced during the early days of pregnancy. Hopefully it doesn't last long he thought.

“I'm balur now?” ask Bara.

“Lepasin this Mas..” Pinta Sejah turned his body. He asked Bara to release his bra hook which he felt made tight. He lay wearing a batik glove that covered part of his body.

“Yes jah..” murmured Bara stared at Dijah who covered his body carelessly. The woman no longer seemed to care about her appearance.

It feels like just yesterday Bara was thrown with a bottle of deodorant because he accidentally saw Sejah with a bra in his boarding room. That night the Sejah lay only in his underwear and a sheet of sarong covered his upper body.

“Balur now,” says Sejah staring at her husband with a withered face. He then lay on his side hugging Bara's thigh who was sitting cross-legged next to him.

“Kasian my wife...” murmured Bara began to groove his wife's body. “For a long time I was nervous too if you sleep not wearing a gini kayak shirt,” said Bara rubbed his wife's chest.

“Mas yesterday twice already, do not macem-macem.” Colored remind.

“Iya... But I'm this gemes.” whispered Bara rubbed the top of his wife's chest.

“Mas... Ckk!” Colored clucking.

“Iya—iya... Hold it anyway," replied Bara smiling ignorantly looking at the annoyed face of Dijah.

The To Be Continued.....

On Friday, don't forget to be generous with his liking.