CONFESSION STONED
94. Natural Wind

You were created by Him

For always I love

Hold this hand tightly

Don't let you go

Until I'm old

'I will guard your heart

Until I'm old

Even if the wrinkles on your cheeks are visible

Will not shake my strong love

Until I'm old

Until I'm old

'I will guard your heart

Until I'm old

Even if the wrinkles on your cheeks are visible

Will not shake my strong love

'I will guard your heart

Until I'm old

Even if the wrinkles on your cheeks are visible

Will not shake my strong love

(Until Close Age – Adlani Rambe cover)

A soft song accompanies the middle of the wedding reception. Buffet table began to be delivered by guests. Bamboo huts serving snacks have also been selling well.

The group of guests consisting of mothers in blue uniforms one by one approached Bara and Colonized to congratulate.

Bu Yanti said it was the lecturers at the two universities where he taught. It turns out that his mother deliberately set the color blue as the uniform of guests because they know the favorite color of Bara.

Again the mother who was suspected so relaxed and less enthusiastic about the wedding reception even made a surprise. For Bara, what her mother did was more than enough.

The talk reached the ears of the Sejah who sat next to him. Bara saw Dijah several times staring at Bu Yanti who was busy entertaining her guests.

“Later you can definitely hang out with mom,” whispered Bara in the ear of his wife. As if the contents of the head can come out in the form of writing and can be read by Bara.

Colored smiling. “The mother was very good. I didn't get pede.” Which woman believes herself not to collapse if faced with a mother-in-law who is graceful, beautiful and every speech is so organized.

Even Sejah never saw Bu Yanti yawning or doing weird facial mimicry. Different from him and his friends. They will stop yawning if their jaws have rattled.

Although the party at home, but the luxury is many times what was once obtained when his future was bought by Fredy a few years ago.

“Mas, eat ...." Sejah thrust dishes that have been filled with side dishes and delivered by a wedding organizer crew.

“I'm still full. You eat first, or here I am ready aja.” Bara took the plate from the hand of the Sejah.

“Neither do—I am ashamed.” Looking for the eyes of the guests who were staring at them. And true, all the guests' eyes seemed to be watching their movements as they were outside and sitting at a round table enjoying lunch.

“Nothing. Kan, he's a husband and wife. Where's dul? What have you eaten yet?” tanya Bara turned to look for Dul in the crowd.

“It's the same Mbok Jum. Dul!” call Seized to his son. Dul came closer in the hand of Mbok Jum. “Udah to eat?” tanya Sejah to her son.

“Udah. Just aja.” Dul looked down and twisted the toy that was in his grasp. He brought the toy from his study table in his room.

Dul doesn't really care about what the reception really means. This morning the boy only said that his mother was beautiful like a king's daughter.

“Now call him what?” Bara again tests Dul's call on him. Bara has been doing this since the official husband of the boy's mother.

“Dad!” exclaim Dul. “Baby!” exclaim Dul again.

“Don't—Don't Daddy Bara. Aja's dad. Let's repeat again,” pinta Bara smiled.

“OK. Daddy, Daddy! Huh, right? I want to play with the kid.” Dul pointed to a boy his age who was sitting holding a toy robot.

Bara and Sejah simultaneously laughed. “Oke—oke, there play again.” Bara ruffled Dul's hair which immediately darted running towards his new friend.

Guests slowly shrank and left colleagues and relatives nearby. Before the family returned home, Dijah sat down near his mother. He asked that his mother stay with him for a while in the house. He was a little sad when he said his point. However, that desire was again subtly denied with the mother.

The reason is still the same. He did not want to burden Dijah again in the end of his life. The old woman only said to visit her frequently at Kang Supri's house. Her mother wants to live her new life without burden. His son and grandson are happy. That's the most important thing for the mother of the colonized.

“Jah, we all say yes ...," said Tini when he saw Dijah sitting alone with Bara. “Mas Bara .. once again safe, yes. Now all his knowledge can be practiced without hesitation until dawn breaks.” Tini giggles sucks.

“I'm still not excited, Mas. In batik balutan Bayu did not make my blood rippled. In the meantime, I'm using admin. Asti—” Tini memamit arm Asti who immediately laughed.

“Gosh ... Should I be happy or sad for Bayu? She was smiling but her bales chat turned out to be admin.” Bara grimaced to look at Dijah who was grinning to look at Tini.

“Nothing, Mas .... Admin is neutral. Asti also enjoyed. What's his last chat, As?” tanya Boy pokes Asti's arm.

Asti raises Tini's phone which is still in his hand and opens the messaging application. “Do you like to read books? That's the question Mas Bayu.”

Tini laughed out loud. “What do you answer?” ask Asti.

“Suka Mas's. I love reading biographies. That's my answer.” Asti grimacing.

“Modhaaar .... Biographical book of characters. If I read it, it means maybe I'm wasting my life. Oh, because it's you, As. The important thing is safe.” Tini laughed again.

“Yes, jah jah ... Kasian Bayu,” lamented Bara leaning her head on the shoulder of the Seized.

“Halah! Alesans! Ask to be dragged to this room Jah ...," Tini's lips saw Bara's behavior.

“You want Tini! Tell me you want to see Colored married!” Mak Robin pushes Tini's body slowly. Although slowly, Tini was pushed a few steps forward.

“This Robin Mamak force is like a Fuso truck,” Tini.

“We say goodbye, yes, Ma'am Colored .... It's afternoon. Next time we can play here, right?" Asti hugs Colored.

The residents of the boarding house went hand in hand to leave the house of the colonized. They returned home in a taxi that Asti had contacted earlier.

“Mas, Mom came home ...," said Bu Yanti approaching her son. Bara looked at her mother with a slightly lethargic face.

“Mas why?” ask Bu Yanti. Sejah who heard her mother-in-law's question immediately turned to Bara who was a little pale.

“Why?” tanya Sejah wrong behavior. His first day as a wife but insensitive with a husband who seems to be sick. They feel guilty. Since then, I have looked fine.

“Nothing. Just nausea dikit,” said Bara massaged his own nape.

“Cast to catch a cold. I rarely eat for a few days. Dyingetin for eating, yay—iya continue. Mas unusual late-late meal,” scolding Bu Yanti.

“Mual? Dizziness too?” tanya Sejah slowly disguises an anxious and unpleasant tone.

“Mom's nausea only," Bara replied. He caught an unusual tinge of worry in the Colonized question. Bara felt sure Dijah was reluctant to hear his mother's nagging.

“Now have you eaten?” ask Bu Yanti.

“Not yet, just yet again. It's nothing, ma'am. Later Mas asked for kerokin ama Sejah,” Bara said.

“Since when does it like to be scraped?” ask Bu Yanti.

“Long time ... Yeah, had. Wanna go home, huh? Which father?” She looks to find her father. Her stomach really felt bloated that afternoon. There is no way he told the mother that he was addicted to sewage.

Accumulation often misses the curfew because enthusiasm for her wedding event boils down to the H day. Cold sweat dabbed on Bara's forehead. His head was dizzy and he was a little upset. Why her bridal night should be tinged with stories of colds.

The wedding organizer has cleaned up all the rest of their equipment and left the event location at eight p.m. All that remains are Bara and his little family.

The whole room still smells of fresh flowers. Dul has been bathing and changing clothes. Half an hour playing alone in his room, the boy fell asleep. And Mbok Jum was seen cleaning the side dishes given by the catering for the host of the event.

“I change clothes first. I'll be kerokin. Kok can catch a cold ...," said Sejah when he and Bara were in the room.

Her husband's face was pale and pouting. Bara is seen starting to release the buttons beskapnya one by one to reduce the feeling of fullness in his stomach. And although he was releasing his own buttons, his eyes could not be separated staring at Dijah who was breaking the braid of his hair in a hurry.

It should be a romantic thing Bara thought. He could remove the braid of the Seized hair and strip the tight kebaya with his own hands.

The erotic imagination fostered and watered Bara every day instead died from the pomp that appeared on the day of execution.

Colored hair has decomposed. And the Seized fingers now traced one by one the kebaya buttons until Bara's eyes saw a thin bra strap on his shoulder.

“Jah, here ...," call Bara. The view is very difficult to ignore. His stomach rumbled but he impatiently waited for Dijah to find wind oil and scrap his back. Moreover, there are no neighbors like Mak Robin that store wind oil is strangely efficacious.

“Inter,” sahut Sejah trying to reach for the hook skirt batiknya fabric. He is used to being independent. He was never offered any help during this time.

“Here I help bukain,” said Bara from the edge of the bed. His head was dizzy, but he did not want to miss that moment. Dijah is his wife. Although things are small, he wants to be colonized now depends on it.

She got up from the front of the dresser and walked towards her husband. Now he only wears a bra with subordinates of his batik skirt.

“Mas .. help bukain. By the way, Jah .... I'm happy if you ask for help.” Bara took off her wife's skirt hook.

“Mas is sick, very pale. I'm going to go back and get a glass of water. Mas drink first.” Sejah felt Bara was lowering her skirt zipper. Bara's fingers pulled the skirt past her hips. Seamed twisted his body to look at Bara who was sitting with a white inner T-shirt.

“I want to try how to heal in the wind that has proven to be powerful. I happen to like the way.” Bara pulled the body of the Sejah and hugged it. He wrapped his hands around his wife's stomach and waist. The body of the Sejah immediately responds to his touch of it.

The colon who was standing between her husband's legs stiffened with anticipation. Their beds are quite high. Bara only needed to look up a little when he started to clench his wife's lips.

The To Be Continued.....

Umpire... Patience first, yes,

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