CONFESSION STONED
24. Cosy Life

Pray that DIJAH RECOGNITION can continue to run smoothly.. XD

As always do not forget :*

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What happens if two people who have not known and put their hearts to each other but are too late with their own desires?

Awkwardness.

When swept away to the rhythm of the desire that comes enveloping, Sejah did not think at all how he or Bara would look at each other.

It was past midnight, even Tini's humming from the next room had vanished. The sound in the room was only their breath left, the whirling of the fan that had no cover and the rice cooker that occasionally clucked.

The colonized did not dare to loosen his arms to Bara not because he still wanted to continue their activities, but because he was ashamed that Bara had stripped him naked under a fairly bright white light.

Seized to feel Bara had damp down there, he could not even turn his head. If it can be missed, then Sejah chose to go to sleep leaving the man.

But his stomach is hungry. When making out earlier, Dijah forgot his hunger. But when Bara's breath slowly returned to order and looked at him with a slightly normal face, the worms in his stomach felt back to the tambourine.

"I want to cook this first, you want to?" tanya Sejah slightly raised her gaze.

"Hmmm.... Mau," replied Bara. Bara cursed himself when he said he wanted to. Already satisfied himself, even asking to be fed also he thought.

"Well, I want to get up."

"Yes, get up."

"Which book? I'm ashamed," said Dijah at last.

"I've seen" Bara said. The answer sounds confident. Though he himself was a little embarrassed to stay away because he was wet down there. The crack must have seemed obvious. Bara bit her lower lip a little annoyed at her who couldn't help herself.

"Take my shirt, where did you throw it?" ask Colored again. Her chest that had not been wrapped in anything still touched Bara's stomach.

Bara then raised his right hand and began to feel the bottom of the bed. He picked up the clothes he had thrown.

While holding onto the Colored underwear, his fingers touched something. His gaze was immediately fixed on the thing he was holding. But the Sejah who realized what Bara was looking at instantly snatched away the underwear.

"You also want to." The ember that touched the clothes in the blue felt something there.

"I'm not a banana gedebog. Cook I don't feel anything." Colored released his embrace and began to dress.

Bara looked back at the body of the Colonized, he was ready to start again if the Colonized wanted it.

"What sight?" tanya Sejah suddenly while Bara was traveling with his mind.

"No," Bara said again felt the floor of the place where his jeans and shirt he threw away. He immediately grabbed his clothes. Bara does not want to be colonized to see something strange in his boxer.

While cursing himself and glancing towards the Sejah who was wearing his brand, Bara quickly returned to wearing his jeans. His eyes remained fixed on the chest that was being closed again.

"I cook first," said Dijah then rise to the corner of the room issued a portable gas stove that is often used camping.

Deftly Sejah cooking under a Bara glance who is fiddling with a new cell phone Sejah in order to be directly used.

"Where's your phone? Still in the bag?" ask Bara.

"Yes, dalem bag it. The dichantolin to the cupboard," said Sejah who was stirring the contents of a small pot.

"This is an incoming message," said Bara who had been presumptuous to open the phone bunting Sejah tied rubber band.

While flipping through the phone in his hand, Bara glanced back at Dijah. Though the price of a cell phone is not expensive if that is what Bara thinks, but being colonized so sparingly using his money.

"This is me changing ya hape you. This one's a pack, an old phone I didn't use." Bara opened the SIM card and removed the smallest piece of card and slipped it into a new phone.

Sejah turned towards Bara who was now stripping her cellphone.

"I can't make it."

"Entar. You often see hape dong. Entar if I call or send a message you don't know," Bara said.

"The name is also busy working, sometimes it is see hape yes pas already nyampe at home. Just want to rest."

"You people are dying, you have been hunted to death and you saw the news of Jah. Call me sometime, I'll answer."

"It's natural, you're a reporter who has to standby with the phone."

Bara smiled at the reply of Dijah which he thought was right.

"You're done with this, eat." Sejah put two plates of noodles on the floor. Then he lifted a small tray containing plastic kettles and two glass cups with edges engraved with a brand of bath soap.

"Cepet abisin, it's almost morning. There will be danger on the road" said Dijah.

"Excuse me to come home? This danger is almost morning" Bara replied, taking his plate.

In a plot of the Colonized Room that cost 600 thousand a month, they sat side by side laying their backs on the edge of the bed with a plate in their hands.

"Sleeping here is hot, what's at home?" tanya Dijah mince words. Actually he understood Bara's intentions.

"Tomorrow Saturday, you work again?"

"Yes, morning go to Mbok Jum's place. Cassian. Her husband Mbok Jum is sick, usually just lying down. Mbok Jum can not go far away from her husband. Cassian if no one brought rice."

"No need to start Jah." said Bara who more resembles demand.

"Mbok Jum is loyal yes." said Bara. "Faithful wife" added Bara again.

"Wife is mostly so. If the good will surely accompany her husband continues. Mbok Jum said, a wife can always cover up the mistakes of her husband from the family. Different from husband. Most of the ugliness of the wife can be heard by all the family," said Dijah before spooning his noodles.

"You think that's true?" bara asked curious about the opinion of the Sejah.

"Nobody knows, I didn't get to grieve that. After marriage I even thought of my school degree."

Bara turned to look at Dijah who was blowing his noodles.

"I blow, let it cool quickly. You laper for sure," said Bara taking the Colored plate.

"I can do it," cut the Sejah fast.

"I'm the one who wants to help. Never mind receiving the help of others... That doesn't mean you're weak. You want to be expanded, right?" ask soft Bara.

Sejah sharpened his mind, recalling the last time he was pampered either by his lover or his parents. It feels almost never.

"Here, I'm the bribe. Its nothing. I'm looking for your manjain. We are already dating. Isn't it Jah?" tanya Bara looked at Dijah who had been bowing since.

Bara tucked a few sheets of hair behind the ears of a strong woman who now looked completely like a 23-year-old girl.

Bara almost made the Sejah weak now. He almost never cried. But at this time his tears almost spilled just because he heard Bara's soft words to him.

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"Enak Jah?" tini asked as the morning approached that afternoon saw Dijah coming out of the bathroom with a towel on his head.

"What's the son? I don't know what you mean!" sergeant Sejah kept his voice intonation slow. He was worried that Bara, who had not returned to his house to hear their conversation.

"Dikepenakke wae, miko nek sirahmu metu kebule, kuwi jenenge yummy. (Enjoyed. Later if your head comes out smoke, it means it's good)"

"Hus! Horrified people will say that," cried Sejah to Tini who sat in a chair with a glass of coffee and a cigarette.

"Your mother doesn't understand Javanese." Tini chuckles. "If you understand him," added Tini with his sadism.

"Your regett's cloister? (Where's your dirty clothes?)" tanya Bu Miah who used to wash Tini's clothes. The old woman had suddenly been near Colonized and Tini.

"I smoked my cigarette" replied Tini.

"Dang gage, I'm troubled, iseh esuk wis crito yummy, ndi mas you? Usual iseh nyahwene? (Quickly I was in a hurry. It's still a good story in the morning. Where's Masmu? Regular still clock clumsiness this way?)" tanya Bu Miah while sitting on the steps of Tini's room.

"Masku gek crazy. Mbengi I ngrungokke Sejah karo kangmase tok. Mengko nek masku kangen ro tempekku lak teko. (My mother is crazy. Malem I was beaten up just like Mas-nya. Later if Mas-ku misses my temple, he must come)" Tini who still smokes answered casually.

"What are you, is there." He pushed the door of his room inside.

"I am not yet a bud, Jah, I stop humming so that you will feel sad. Pretty good," said Tini laughing.

"Rabi wae tin! Mben dino kelonan wae, mlebu neroko kowe! (Well, Tin! Every day you go to hell!)" Bu Miah pushed Tini's thigh wearing tight shorts.

"Wae storm, miko must meet ning kono! I mlebune nganggo the path of achievement. (Whispering! We'll meet there soon! I'm on the achievement track!)"

The one who heard Tini's answer couldn't help but laugh. Bara who was lying on the bed with a cell phone in his hand looked in wonder.

"What's? You laugh why? What else did Tini say just now? About Me?" ask Bara to worry.

"No... Tini said she's going to hell through the track." He resumed his laughter.

"God... Really, Tini is very troubling" Bara murmured.

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"Hello?" sahut Bara when he saw his mother's name filled the screen.

"Where are you?" ask Bu Yanti across the phone.

"At home, why?" tanya Bara was curious. His mother rarely calls if it's not about important things.

"This is Joana's new house, you come home dong. Mom's time is alone just talk to her. Not polite! Let's go home," said Bu Yanti.

"I still have important business, mom, whatever. Mother answered," Bara's pinta.

"Ih you want to throw it to mom" said Bu Yanti.

"Yes it's up to you anyway" Bara added again and then ended the talks.

"Jah.." call Bara.

"Yes?" Sejah.

"You're afternoon, right, it works?" ask Bara.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Before work to my house first yuk," invited Bara.

"Huh?"

The To Be Continued.....