Dul
101. Interviews

Shortly before Heru approached Bara, he had circled the front of the school and read all the contents of the tusk. Seeing Bara still talking seriously with Dul, he decided to go to his son, Robin and mother. The three are talking.

“Jadi ... indeed not Dul who started?” ask Heru.

“Oh, no, Pakdhe. Although it was Dul who kicked the first time, but the child's nozzle was indeed suitable times flapped. Go forward the times of his mouth,” replied Robin.

“Samalah like you,” said Mak Robin looking at her son.

“Ih, Mamak don't like that.” His hand slapped Mak Robin's knee. “My back is like a can, but I never say people like that ripki. Come into my lunch class, Mom. I didn't put it outside, so he's learning,” Robin replied.

“Answer to your aide,” Mak Robin said slowly. The tail of his eyes glanced at Heru who was still at home standing in front of them.

“But if it wasn't prevented last time, maybe the problem could end up at the police station. The boy whose name is Rifky took the key T from the seat to mukul Dul. Eventually he fell and Dul managed to hold the key on his body. How Dul mandang Rifky is different. Could be ... even Dul who khilaf hurt the child. It can be severe if it comes,” explained Putra calmly.

“Still, yes, Put. Thanks for coming and breaking up. I've been calling Dul's dad too.” Heru, who was standing next to the Son, was embracing the teenager's shoulder.

“That's a duty as a friend, Pakdhe,” says Son.

Heru nodded in agreement to the Son's words. He then alternated his views between Son and Robin. “Jadi ... because of Dul's fight and what student?”

“Oh, it's because of the Lova, Pakdhe. He confided in Ripki. Nangis-nangis the Lova because of seeing Dul with Nisa again…. Ah, don't know. That's how it is,” Robin said.

“Oh, okay ..” said Heru, realizing that Robin was holding back because of her mother's presence there.

Finished business with the school, Bara went home on a motorcycle and Heru took a taxi with Dul. In the taxi, Dul did not dare to start any chat. He realized once again going through a question-and-answer session with Heru with a different method. If Bara chooses to ask directly, usually Heru will start the question with a story of his past glory.

And it didn't take long to prove Dul's conjecture.

“Fighting is common. You do not immediately feel like a wayward child. Some teenagers have experienced it. Although not all physical fights, diem-dieman or mutual ridicule is considered commonplace. It's easy if it's still with boundaries. In the past, children your age could fight today, tomorrow is better. Usual. Different from today. Somehow the environment demands increasingly intense competition. Some even the way is not healthy and makes some children depressed. The phenomenon is so, Dul.”

“I just had a fight this time, Pakdhe. After fighting even a physical fight,” said Dul while grimacing glancing Heru next to him.

“The funny sometimes triggers his quarrel it's a problem girl.” Heru laughed a little. “If you think funny too. But it turns out the problem of the girl was not only faced by teenagers. Until adulthood, the same problem can be repeated. Pakdhe's college age is still struggling because of girls. So, you don't have to be small.” Heru nodded slowly with his hand tapping his knee.

“Because the other schoolgirl teased Annisa. I don't like it,” said Dul.

“Finance of your father is very, yes. He rarely dates. But if you date long. If his girlfriend .. Uti could lose. Your father rarely fights either. After the fight ...” Heru shrugged his shoulders. It seems impossible to tell Dul that Bara beat the teenage father half-dead because the man hit his mother.

Dul's heart expanded slightly because of Heru's speech. Does it look like Bara? “A problem at the school earlier .. Pakdhe who signed?” ask Dul. He only realized that Bara had not even had time to enter the BK room and their problems were just finished.

“Iya, Pakdhe's signed. Pakdhe knows you, so signing a peace treaty is not difficult. In any case, if you are immediately told to apologize directly .. Pakdhe is not sure the problem is immediately resolved. Could continue again. Mending wearing a stampede and a deal. Let her parents who ngingetin them every day.”

“Repotnya, anyway, not. But still .. hopefully next time not repeated. Pakdhe doesn't want you to get into big trouble. Not until two more years .. You have to start training to prepare for the Air Force Academy test. That, right? Your father talked a lot. Eyang and Uti also knew. Everyone believes that Abdullah can.”

Dul nodded confirming Heru's words. He should not have been in any big trouble. His extended family hopes that he can undergo all stages of the AAU entrance exam without any problems. He should also remind Mr. Wirya to him. “Akung support you. Physical exercise later, Akung accompany. Let Dul get more excited.”

Arriving home, his father's motorcycle was parked neatly. Dul has no idea how fast forty-year-old Bara is riding his legendary motorcycle that he should not drive out of the complex.

That afternoon, Dul learned that Bara's reason was more than a ban on parents who worried their children were injured. It turned out that it was all for his dreams as well. For her. A boy who one day said he wanted to be an aviator because he wanted to take his mother away so she wouldn't get hurt.

It felt like he wanted to quickly enter and hug Bara.

“Mother ... It's already home!” Mima's shrill voice when he saw the arrival of his older brother, immediately realized Dul that he could not directly hug his father. He had to go through one of the highest courts in the house. Her mother's.

The colonized appeared into the living room and immediately greeted Dul in the doorway. He has not greeted his son. His hands were busy touching Dul's body, turning his son front and back and watching him from top to bottom.

“Besides, what else is injured?” Colored rubbing Dul's chins are scuffed.

Dul shook his head. “Nothing. This is it,” says slowly.

“Sana take a shower first. Keep eating. It was afternoon,” said Sejah.

“Bu .. sorry,” said Dul. Her mother hasn't said anything, but she still has to say it.

“Dad told me all. He said I can't say no more because at school I was angry with you. In the taxi Pakdhe Heru must also have spoken at length. So, I'm not going to add. Later wound I treat,” said Dijah.

“Thank You Mother,” said Dul, put your hands on your shoulders, then put your forehead for a moment behind his mother's head before continuing your steps towards the room. “At school was Dad already angry?” muttered Dul. He smiled when he arrived at the room. That must be why the handsome man he called Father had to arrive home first to explain the origin of the wound on his chin.

Dul put the backpack on the table and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled out his phone and searched Lova's name through a list of messages. Dul then typed in a line of sentences.

Lova

Tomorrow I won't be going to your house. I was punished for fighting earlier.

A few minutes stunned looking at the phone, Dul immediately got a reply from Lova.

We broke up

To Be Continued