CONFESSION STONED
154. First Princess

Mima had been at home for three days and in order to take care of her daughter in the early days of life, Bara took two full weeks off.

Job hunting in the previous weeks turned out to be fruitful. Bara can be relieved because he does not have to feel guilty for giving too much work to his subordinates.

It is different he thought, working for yourself while occasionally buying something for both parents rather than working to support a family completely. That responsibility is fully borne and must be carried properly.

I feel his pride is there. Located in his ability to provide maximum effort while living his ideals. It is not only challenging, but also heavy.

“Jah..” call Bara.

“Ya Mas,” sahut Colored from inside room. He was breastfeeding Mima who had just changed clothes that afternoon and returned to the smell of telon oil.

“Mas called mas Heru to the office, you are okay ‘kan if at home the same mbak Ami aja?” tanya Bara approached her children in bed.

“What's up? How tumben?” tanya Sejah's. A few days with Bara at home without phone interruptions from the office made him curious.

“There is important coverage. A very big case. Murder and robbery. Dona is no more. There should be a senior,” Bara explained.

“Old stuff?” She glanced at her husband. He felt weak and not brave if he had to be alone in his in-laws' house at that time. Moreover, the condition of movement is still limited. It was late in the afternoon and soon the two in-laws were home. While Dul repeatedly went into the room just to check his sister who was sleeping.

Dul always wondered why Mima kept sleeping. She hoped Mima could laugh when she called out with a toy in hand.

“Hopefully not for long,” said Bara sitting on the edge of the bed. “There is less?” ask Bara.

“What?” tanya Seized

“Needs Mima or her mother, or Dul? Let us buy all of you out,” Bara replied. He lay face down with one hand rubbing Mima's cheek that was clucking suckle.

“Neither, all still complete.”

“No want anything?” ask Bara again.

“Could like his father Mima not long go home.” Sejah released his grip on Mima and rubbed her husband's cheek.

“Dul's mother is now more romantic since she had a daughter,” said Bara holding a hand of Sejahated on her cheek and peeping the hand.

“Ya, get ready. Cepet go, cepet home.” She pulled her hand and patted her husband's arm.

“Kalo already at home males out,” said Bara while rising to the bathroom.

“Ya good, as long as there is no connection.”

“What?” He turned back to the colonized.

“If it's outside males go home,” sahut Colored.

“Kalo it's hopefully not,” –Bara release her shirt—“a lot of beautiful women in the house who are waiting for me.”

*****

“I'm already on the road,” said Bara on the phone to tell Heru that he was heading to the office.

“OK. That brings two new kids, Ra. One new reporter, another intern. Let's go to the field once. Teach about cover both side (covering from two different points of view),” pinta Heru from across the phone.

“I should be on leave,” complained Bara.

“This is one of the shortcomings of work in the family company. No leniency and overtime money. The title is just overtime,” said Heru chuckled.

“Alright Mr. Director,” Bara said.

“Don't forget, this will definitely be a headline. The news is long. After the TKP process, there was reconstruction, trial and so on. We have to follow all. People need to know to the end. Do not be like other major cases whose coverage exploded at the beginning but the verdict trial was quiet. Anyep,” beber Heru gave his opinion.

“Maybe it's important cases that are intentionally anepinized. If pure crime usual rame continues, “ said Bara who is now quite experienced.

“It looks like soon you can be an editorial writer (column that reflects the opinion of a media).” There was a laugh of Heru who meant to insinuate Bara because it was always excited to discuss the issue of crusade journalism (journalism that championed certain values, for example: democracy, religion or truth values.)

Late that afternoon Bara and three other men joined a large house in an elite residential area. Security access is qualified and sprinkled by cctv various angles. Uniquely, the robber and the killer was only two people. Take advantage of the weakness and kindness of a maid who was opening the fence and answering the questions of two confused men looking for a home of acquaintances. In this incident, six people were pronounced dead.

At 11 pm Bara returned to deliver three men who had been picked up at the office back to the place. And almost midnight he pushed the fence of his house to put the car in. His footsteps hurriedly climbed the stairs towards his room.

Slowly Bara opened the door to his room thinking that Dijah and Mima must be fast asleep. Apparently not. Sitting leaning with half-covered eyes holding her child.

“Eh why not lay?” tanya Bara approached Dijah who was surprised to see his presence.

“No sleeping Mas.... Though already full, but put in his box, wake up again. Whining at the ends crying. I'm afraid I'll catch mom, I'm not good. It is in the middle of Malem. Dads must be tired outside all day.” Sejah looked at Mima who was sleeping soundly in the lap.

“So when I'm in my seat, Mima sleeps well?” tanya Bara chuckled stroking her son's head.

“Iya, if on the bench. I put it, get up. This pinter,” said Seen with sleepy eyes.

“Pinter kayak his father,” said Bara put his backpack on the work table. For some reason, if beautiful, handsome, smart, or other positive things, the fathers are very quick to claim it as a derivative of their genetics.

“Mas have eaten?” tanya Sejah while getting up to the baby box that holds a wall near the foot of the bed.

“Not yet. Take a shower and eat first.... Abis that let mas guard Mima, his mother sleep aja.” Quickly go into the bathroom.

And Sejah again tried to put Mima in his box. The result was not up to five minutes, Mima again wriggled and opened his eyes.

Bara came out of the bathroom still with the winding towel staring at his wife who walked slowly hugging their baby with tired eyes.

“Sabar yes..dad eat first. Laper,” hatch.

“I come down, bosen in the room pacing back and forth from earlier.” He stepped towards the door.

“Don't—don't, not yet. What do you want? Let me take it. Mas horrified if you move a lot.”

“Do not want anything. The food brought by Mbak Ami is also still a lot has not been exhausted. I was packed to eat,” said Dijah.

“The name of the mother is breastfeeding.. mas down yes, eat. Not long,” said Bara then cupped both cheeks Colored with his hands. His wife was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked up suddenly due to a forced kiss from him.

Bara closed his eyes, enjoying a long kiss that was always intoxicating to him. At first he had a massage of his wife's chest. But the action was stopped realizing Mima who was in the sling of Dijah.

“Jah, Mas already fasted a week.” whispered Bara in the ear Sejah after their kiss ended.

“Great father Mima.... Continues?” Sejah glanced at her husband with an amused face.

Bara shrugged his shoulders then walked towards the door. “Terus is okay, just the same info Mima's mother...” Bara passed after blinking his eyes at the sneering Dijah.

That night, Bara was actually tired too. Especially after his entire body was exposed to warm water. His eyes felt heavy at once. After eating a plate of rice as quickly as possible, he hurriedly went up to his room to retrieve Mima from the Colonized.

Sejah was back leaning on the edge of the bed while closing his eyes.

“Udah, here his son..” Pinta Bara took a little baby from his mother's embrace. “Why is tonight finicky? Dad's kangen, huh? So call ‘kan because every mallem, want to sleep fat dad.” Bara hugged Mima who was slightly wriggling then opened her eyes.

“I slept ya Mas..” muttered Sejah lowered his pillow and broke down. I don't know how many hours he's been sitting leaning against his son in that room.

“Yes, you are sleeping. Which ASI has been pumped?” ask Bara.

“There are below. Don't forget to get started.” Colored remind.

“Ya already, mas down ya...” Bara intends to take Mima to the family room as usual. There is wider and the route is twisted to walk around carrying Mima a little wider than in the room.

Bara left Dijah who was immediately washed away to his dreamland. While humming a little, Bara carried Mima towards the living room. He immediately turned on the television looking for sharp, actual and reliable news broadcasts.

But his passion for watching the news, it turns out that it is not balanced with the ability of his eyes to open. Bara repeated the behavior of the colonizer earlier. Lean to hug Mima who was sound on my seat but woke up when placed.

Many times he gasped because he felt he had slept too long. Trying to put Mima on the sofa to test the baby's speed, but he must immediately hold her because Mima woke up a while later.

Enjoy having this beautiful baby, Inner Bara. At 4 a.m., Bara whose eyes were already feeling sticky was startled with a pat on her shoulder. Bu Yanti had already gotten up and sat down next to him.

“This girl doesn't sleep in her box?” sapa Bu Yanti takes Mima from Bara's embrace.

He immediately threw himself behind. “Aaaahhh.... Leganya...” exclaim Bara with a loud voice.

“Man Voices! Surprised his son,” Bu Yanti's scolding.

“Wouldn't sleep from earlier. Each is put up. Though yesterday-yesterday if mas is guard, Mima wants to sleep in the box. Though left to snail for a while, already fussy aja.”

“Mas also gini first. Don't be surprised if Mas's son is also like gini. Even his father Mima until now still fussy. Let Mas also know the taste,” said Bu Yanti patted Mima in her cradle.

“Beautiful mas ‘kan Bu?” tanya Bara embraced her mother looking at Mima who was sleeping soundly.

“Iya, beautiful. Her nose was sharp, her lips small, full. Her cheeks are red as if using blush,” said Bu Yanti chuckling at her grandson.

“Mima is beautiful because her father is handsome,” Bara said.

“He is handsome, because his mother is beautiful” Bu Yanti replied.

“No to lose,” Bara replied.

“Try asking people, Mas it looks like who. Everyone said it looked like mom. Yes Mima is indirectly, beautiful from mother.

“Iya—iya.... If so, this beautiful Utinya take care of Mima first yes, Mima's father wants to lie down for a while. Want to disturb Mima's mother who sleeps well,” said Bara chuckled hurriedly towards the stairs.

“Don't wake up in the afternoon. Mom wants to work,” exclaims Bu Yanti.

“Depends.” Shouts from the top stairs.

“Depends what hey.... The boy's base,” sergeant Bu Yanti is still hugging Mima.

Be aware of Mima who then squirms inside her sling, “Eh, sorry.... Uti yells yes. Disturbing her sleep? Bobok again—bobok again.” Bu Yanti swung Mima inside her carriage.

The To Be Continued.....

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