CONFESSION STONED
80. Confession Colored (2)

“You already have a child, right?” tanya sir Wirya looked at Dijah.

“Have. One. A boy of nearly six years. Next year he SD,” replied Dijah turned to Mr. Wirya.

“You definitely want your child to be happy, don't you? I do that too. My son has been smiling lately. At home pouting continues. Dizziness me.” Mr. Wirya shook his head.

“Why? Sorry, if you may know why father? Last mom Widya said you need my help,” said Dijah.

“Yes, I just need your opinion. I need a talkative now. Looks like you are the right person,” replied Mr. Wirya.

“My son was rejected by a woman. She's shunned. For the reason that women feel inappropriate for my child. Honestly, I am disappointed. Though my son said he was sincere and showed a variety of attention to the woman. I began to wonder, was I too good at educating her, to the point that the woman considered my child so valuable.”

“Maybe the woman does not want to fuss,” muttered Sejah.

“Ngecewain who?”

“His family. Because I already have a child. So I definitely want my son to get someone good,” replied Dijah.

“Hmm... You're really. I do that too. But if my son thinks that woman is the best for him, what should I do? For me, the happiness of my son is the most important. In the past, when my youngest child was married, I let go of it with haru and was happy. I thought, take away my responsibilities as a parent. Especially my daughter, she is married. Her husband will guide her and I will be free. I won't face her talking about guys anymore. But in fact, you know?” tanya sir Wirya looked at Dijah.

“After my son got married, another problem arose again. His comments about the husband who is sometimes too busy, nitip children at home if you want to go, arguing about which type of immunization vaccine to take which is not. There will always be problems in life. I cannot avoid it, all I can do is face it and finish it. Sometimes there are problems that do not need to be solved. Completed over time.” Mr. Wirya took a breath.

“So you face ya?” tanya Sejah's.

“Iya, I'm facing. I'm not scared. In any case if I avoid, the problem will not be finished.”

“Please son Father...” says Sejah.

“One-time pity. He is not now concerned. Work is not concentrated. He said he was kangen, but couldn't see him. His voice cannot be heard he said. Fortunately he could confide in me, if he had not spoken... It must be more pity. I told my son, forget that woman. If the woman does not want to go to my child, it means that the woman is not happy. I said just take it off. That feeling cannot be forced. The woman does not love ama she—”

“But of course—not necessarily so,” between Sejah.

“What is not certain?” Mr. Wirya threw a confused look.

“Not necessarily the woman is not in love. It could be because she's too in love, so she's staying away.”

“That woman is selfish. He doesn't trust my son.” Mr. Wirya again took a long breath.

“Women are not selfish. He must have wished your son happy.”.

“But in fact my son is not happy after being left by him. I became kesel—Oya, you know not the same man who stood at the door earlier?” ask Wirya sir.

Seized shaking.

“You sure you don't know?” repeat sir Wirya. Silently cast away his sight. “I was signed this before entering here. Wanna see?” ask Wirya sir.

“What is it?” tanya Sejah's.

“I don't know either... Let's look at it together. I was just signed earlier..” Mr. Wirya opened the brown envelope and took out some photos printed in jumbo size.

“Photos you..” Mr. Wirya put all the photos into the hands of the colonized. Though hesitating, his hand was raised taking the photo and looking at it.

The top sheet features photos of Dijah and Dul posing in front of a ride. Colored smiling.

Then some photosheets of Dul various poses in different places. The guy who took the photo. Dul who was sitting on one of the horse comedy swivel, Dul who laughed while shaking hands with a cartoon clown, Dul who was devouring ice cream. He rubbed his son's face in the photo and his smile grew bigger.

Seized open the next sheet. It was his own photo that was frowning because it was holding back the sun's heat. The colonized opens another sheet that still displays her face in close-up mode. Sejah was laughing, pouting, and was staring at the camera silently. Sejah continues to open each photo sheet that still displays his face.

Then Sejah opened the last sheet of the photo. Her picture and Dul with Bara. The photo was taken in front of a playground shortly after they bought the entrance ticket. Bara asked someone to take a picture of the three of them.

His memories flew unstoppably at the figure of the man standing in the doorway staring at him earlier. He put it on a ring secretly. Who was never ashamed to hold his hand between so great their differences. Bara who enters into Dul's life as a hero figure admired.

“Bara..” Mumbles Colored.

“Who is that? You know?” ask Wirya sir.

“Bara... It's Bara..” says Colonized. Shoulders shaking. Her crying broke so.

“Neverything Colored... Crying if you feel cry it can release the burden in your heart. Do not force yourself to be strong. The heart also needs a break to be heard,” said Mr. Wirya.

“I have a lot of Nerepotin Bara. I can't be a woman who dresses up for him. Bara is too good. He can get another woman. I can't—I can't.”

“All women are worthy of love Colored, if the man named Bara is too good for you, consider Bara as a gift in your life. You've done your best so far. You're a great girl. You are a strong woman. And you deserve a good man like Bara. There's nothing wrong with that. Trust him, if you think he hasn't shown enough sincerity, keep up with time. I'm sure I can.”

Sejah covered his face with the last sheet of his picture three with Bara and Dul.

“I don't think I have any face to see him anymore. I'm ashamed—Bara repeatedly squirmed I was beaten. I'm ashamed—I'm also afraid Bara considers me a woman who is only worthy of being underlined. Bara has done too much for me and Dul. I don't want to trouble him anymore. Poor Bara—pity Bara.” He was crying and covering his face.

Mr. Wirya just silently let the Sejah spill all fret in his heart. His views examined every corner of the Sejah display at the time. Colored Raut is full of suspicions, worries, a figure that should be pitied but even easily pity others. Mr. Wirya sighed.

Seized plainly he thought. His mind was too straight and too young to accept any violence.

Mr. Wirya patted slowly on the lowered back of the Sejah, still with shaky shoulders.

“What are your aspirations?” ask Wirya sir.

“Ha?” Sejah raised his face to look at Mr. Wirya.

“What are your aspirations?” repeat Mr. Wirya again.

Seized shaking. “I don't have any aspirations to be anything. I just want to live quietly with Dul.” He stared straight at the man next to him.

“If you become a housewife who takes care of Dul and husband like Bara you are about to calm down?” ask sir Wirya smile.

He was silent and biting his lips.

“You're worried about her parents? Worried about not being accepted by her family? If I ask for help can you?” ask Wirya again.

“I don't understand..” replied Colonized.

“Lusa you come with me ya—I want to take you somewhere. I guarantee you will like it. Counting the payment I brought the photo for you. How?” ask Wirya sir.

Being sedated is just as silent as weighing.

“OK. The next day I picked you up here. Now I say goodbye, soon my son will be picked up. See you the day after Dijah... The photo is saved. The photo is good, surely he is not an ordinary photographer.” Mr. Wirya got up while patting his shoulders softly Sejah.

After all, Wirya plans to pick up Dijah and take him somewhere. It seems that for that matter, he also could not say it to Bara. Let Bara know for himself.

After Bara grew up, Mr. Wirya felt he never gave any gifts to his son again. The day after, he will give a gift that Bara might not forget for the rest of his life.

The To Be Continued.....