CONFESSION STONED
132. A Suggestion

“Udah?” ask her husband. The man just squirms. Sleeping on her face with one hand still on her chest.

“Belom... don't wear clothes. Short sleep. Mas less sleep than yesterday.” The embers pulled a blanket at his feet to cover their exposed bodies.

Colored tilted her body to look at her husband's face that closed her eyes. His eyes are sleepy. But it turns out that sleep is just a discourse. Bara returned to paddle it. Tracing every corner of his body with his palms. Quietly linger with the rogue-whimpering fingers. Colored just lay down, enjoying with a sigh that sometimes escaped his lips. It's actually the same. His desire also grew equally great. But pregnancy hangover makes him have to be patient. Seized also only that time to feel real pleasure. Deservedly adored as a woman.

Seeing Bara going to work in neat clothes and handsome face is enough to make him languish. She was even secretly jealous if her husband left her to work while still wearing a negligee sheet and hair that was clamped origin behind the head. It felt like Dijah wanted to pull her husband back into bed.

The rest of the afternoon, Bara crawled back over his body. Tilting his body carefully and re-uniting their bodies. Re-emphasized groaning. Burning his nails on the hard, muscular arms resting on his sides. Until they both reached such a perfect climax.

For the whole, Bara was always above his expectations. Too good, too soft though not so romantic, too handsome, and too hot in bed.

“I come out later,” said Sejah sat with hair still wrapped in a towel in front of the dressing table.

“Udah called to eat,” Bara replied hurriedly wearing her t-shirt. “Sini Mas bantu—” Bara grabbed a towel from the head of the Sutured and help dry the woman's hair.

“Tetep aja still wet her hair. Meliatan,” said Sejah pouty.

“Yes, I don't have a hair dryer. ‘Kan very strange if Mas has a hair dryer.” The coals continue to dry the ends of the hair and then begin to comb.

“Mas get off first aja..” whining Sejah stared at her husband from the reflection of glass. He was embarrassed if he had to come down from the room along with Bara with wet hair conditions. Almost four hours in the room serving a husband who does not allow clothing has made his mind surmise the gaze of all family members towards them.

“Udah, it's okay. You will long be down. Gotta eat malem now. In two weeks we go to the doctor, Mas want to hear that our baby's weight is added..” Bara put the towel into a small clothesline in the bathroom then headed for his wife.

“Malu Mas...” whining Colored again.

“Yes, but delicious. So how'd you like? The mothers must have understood too. Moreover, earlier the mother has said ‘at least let his wife eat Mas’ is a sharp satire typical of mothers. Come—ayo.” Bara held onto both shoulders and took the woman to her feet.

Bu Yanti and Mr. Wirya are already at the dining table with Dul. This time Dul held a handful of UNO cards and arranged several sheets on the dining table.

“Children are now available. I don't understand that play.” Bu Yanti spooned the rice to Pak Wirya and Dul's plate. “Let's be repeated again,” said Bu Yanti.

“This is actually for 7 years and above. Seumuran Dul can't yet. Because there are counts. But to familiarize with the numbers, this UNO card can also.” Mr. Wirya still sees Dul's tiny hand stacking cards on the edge of the table.

“Let's go again ya Kung,” said Dul. "It should also be able to," added Dul still staring at his card.

“Do not over time, you do not have a nap. At 9 o'clock at most children should have slept. Let it get high fast. Let big fast kayak father—” Words Bu Yanti stopped to see the arrival of Bara. Her son's hair is wet. Wife too. Pregnant women take a shower at night. Later if he is told the right thing, he must be said to be chatty. Bu Yanti just let out a long breath.

“Eh come, eat. Later abis eat we chat on the back porch yes Ra..” invite Mr. Wirya.

“Iya—iya can..” sahut Bara pulling chair.

The discussion at the dinner table was about the estimated birth of the baby and the gender. Bu Yanti several times mentioned the difficulty of getting a daughter in the Satyadarma family. Heru is a mere puppet and Wirya's family only has Sukma. From the Bu Yanti family, Bara's cousins numbered 4 men who spread across the country. One woman was moved abroad by her husband.

In the ears of Dijah, all of Bu Yanti's words sounded like a great hope of having a granddaughter out of her.

“If you want how pregnant mother Sukma first, I hope your baby is a girl.” Bu Yanti closed the conversation that night with something that immediately made Dijah uneasy. This time he was worried that he would not be able to live up to his mother-in-law's expectations.

“Mother is so to speak. It's chatty, but it's actually good. Less pleasantries as well. Direct to the point. But never speak of the person behind,” Bara grimaced embracing the shoulder of the Sejah up the stairs. Dul was invited to go up to lie down to accompany his mother in the room while waiting for sleepy even refused.

“If mom nagged and chatty, it means this house is in very good condition. But if the mother is only, it means that among the residents of the house there is something wrong” Bara explained.

Bara nodded. “Olderly. My dad and I haven't talked in a long time. Wh why? You still want?” tanya Bara pinched Sejah's cheek.

“Cuma. Yeah it's there... Dul also does not want to nemenin me here.” Sejah took the television remote and turned it on.

“Dul again cool ngajarin mother playing card UNO. Let alone. Just this time the diligent mother taught the little child.” Bara chuckles.

Mr. Wirya was already sitting with a cup of tea on the terrace overlooking a small fish pond in the backyard. Next to his teacup lies his favorite pistachio bean setoples.

“Yes,” greet Bara shift the location of the patio chair a little more forward approaching the table. Slowly he lifted a cup of tea that a while ago delivered Mbak Ami.

“Daddy has talked a lot with Dul. Telling things. About his mother, his mother, and about you. Oya, Mbok Jum also.” Wirya turned to Bara.

“Continue Well..” Bara sipped his tea then put it back on the tray.

“His father is not in that conversation Ra... Dul doesn't want to remember. Dul did not forget, but Dul did not want to release that memory. Exactly trauma Sorted. The difference is, trauma is more profound. Father's advice, cancel your plan take Dul to see his father. Although as a man who will have children you feel empathy, bringing Dul does not seem like a good idea. Dul will remember that in due course. Maybe if Dul is an adult and understands later, he can say it by himself. He remembers you are not his father. But Dul will always remember who brought happiness to him. According to father, it is you who need to make peace with the past of being colonized. Sort your anger. That's the past. There's nothing you can do to change that. All you can do now is be the best man for your wife. Moreover you said, the threat of punishment—”

“Iya, I know. I think I was too vengeful with that man. I feel like I'm taking away what belongs to someone else. Dul. I love Dul. Apart him son of the boy.”

“Afrom Bara's.... Maybe you really don't want to meet Dul with his father. You just want to tell the man that you've made his son and ex-wife happy. You just want to satisfy yourself by making sure that the man is sorry.”

“Can be,” ogre Bara staring blankly towards the fish pond.

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Bara reached into his shorts bag and pulled out a cell phone. A short message from Heru.

‘Next week Fredy's new felony indictment trial. Want to go with the dateng? I temenin.’

“Sunday next trial charges the man's new case. Heru just ngasi tau. Can I come?” Bara looked closely at his father's features from the side.

“You want?” Wirya asked back.

“My mother, I came and talked to the man. I have never been able to talk about anything other than baku bantam. During this time the court is also always clandestine. I feel like a coward. What is he who should be so feared” said Bara. He grunts.

“If it can make you more calm, please. But don't make a fuss. Hopefully after meeting him, you can be calmer in front of him. But my advice remains the same. Don't take Dul. Dul is very obedient there is also a reason. All this time he must always be patient for the sake of a little happiness he wants to feel. Go to the playground for example. The pictures you once passed to dad. Surely he must be patient and apply well for weeks just to be invited to the playground.”

Bara. Father's right. Still clear in his memory the voice of Dul who asked Dijah “Mother why crying? We're not going, are we? Om Bara ninggalin us?”

“Next week I will come to the trial of the man.” Bara then lifted the tea cup and finished the tea until it was left unnoticed.

Mr. Wirya nodded and then took his cup of tea from the tray.

The To Be Continued.....

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