Dul
106. The Struggle Begins

The necessity of creating what he once conceived as an ideal, the more the day draws near. Enthusiastic feelings and worries couldn't go through the test smoothly rolled into one. Forms a mood that tides. And it's easy to make a frown.

Lately Dul became a little sensitive with trivial things. If every talk with Robin or the Son has been funny, the situation is different now. Dul is feeling insecure despite having successfully passed the psychological test. Added with a new wedge in his heart. Mr. Wirya's health later began to decline due to age.

“I'm nothing, really, running alone. Akung rest aja. Some just run around the field is easy. In school, I used to do it often.” Dul sat on the sofa of the living room of Mr. Wirya's house just alone with the old man.

“But Akung promised you.” Mr. Wirya sat leaning back with a pale face patting Dul's shoulder.

“I'm nothing. Tomorrow Dad says I can start. Akung rest aja. This section is just a regional selection. So ... Akung rest so I can nemenin me if you qualify in the center.”

Mr. Wirya nodded. Although his face was pale, but the nod of the old man looked steady. Two days ago he had to lie in bed because of his cholesterol. When one by one the family of his son came, Bu Yanti nagged a short length complaining about Pak Wirya's habit of being undisciplined.

All children were given a message to convey to their father to pay more attention to food intake. Especially the ones that smell like cheese. After the end of last week the Sukma family who came to stay overnight, that week it was Bara's turn and his family came.

Since the afternoon the Bara family arrived at Mr Wirya's house, there was no talk of the man's health. Mr. Wirya seemed to be trying to divert the conversation material that he had heard dozens of times. Topic, ‘Tell your dad eat delicately braked a little.’

Bara finally let Mr. Wirya in the living room with Dul, alone. He took the rest of his family to the dining room to talk. Mima and Ibrahim sat on the left right of Bu Yanti waiting for the woman to peel the mango which she said she had prepared for her granddaughter. Mango that ripens perfectly and is guaranteed to be sweet-fleshed.

“This is for Mima, this one is for Dik Ibra. Wear the dinner fork.” Bu Yanti thrust a plate containing mango that had been cut into pieces. “Don't forget, Ra. Later you tell Dad that you have to go to the doctor. If only a break at home will not be able to be completely healthy. I don't want to hear Mom ...” Bu Yanti looked at the face of Bara who was sitting next to Dijah opposite her.

“Let me talk to Dad. Don't be too tired either. Later even Mother who is sick. Moms, right, can't it hurt?” Bara nudged the arm of Dijah who had been silent next to him.

“Iya. Mother, don't get sick. Dul in front must also talk about the physical exercise if he is not alone. There is also Mas Bara who can nemenin Dul. But his rich dad did not feel good because he promised. Mas also talked to Dad if Mas can nemenin Dul. Let Dad can relax,” said Sejah, staring at Bara.

“Nanti Mas said,” sahut Bara.

The conversation was two weeks past. Mr. Wirya really spent his rest time at home. Bara tried to manage his time very strictly in order to accompany Dul to undergo physical training in preparation for his Samapta test.

Dul is a witness to how Bara went early in the morning when the sky was still dark and came home early from work to meet him in a city park not far from their home. One time Heru also suggested to invite Dul to the men's fitness center for light physical exercise by using the services of a personal trainer.

“You shouldn't say that. We are, right, now both efforts. Whatever the outcome we will accept together. No one will be angry. Why should I be angry? Everyone knows that you are doing your maximum effort. Don't think about it. Come on, run two more rounds. That Abis we go straight home. Dad was laper,” said Bara, patting Dul on the shoulder.

Dul nodded immediately. Seeing the tired face of Bara who lack of rest makes a feeling of guilt infiltrate after asking that. Everyone supported him with attitude and words. He should be more optimistic.

Dul admits that he is not a child who is too confident. To be able to become the Chairman of Osis in High School, he needs to hear the support of the people around him. Especially from Bara and Pak Wirya.

And the day of the test which was awaited with all the preparations came. Dul will leave with Bara. Since the sky was still dark, Dijah had already woken up and cooked the most complete breakfast for her son and husband. The colon prepares two supply boxes for Dul and Bara at once. Understand that Bara could have waited a long time, Sejah stuffed about the two men with appetizers, until dessert.

“This one's got Dad, this one's got you. Don't knock, yeah. It is different because it is as needed. Fill the stock of many fruits and vegetables. I'm meat-tasting but little. You can't eat greasy. In the place where Dul's stock is milk. Don't drink it, yes, Dul.” He handed over two packages to Dul. Bara only glanced at the two packaging supplies that had changed hands with a slight squint. Sejah noticed Bara's gaze and rubbed her husband's stomach while saying, “Inget, Mas. It was forty-one. Mas must also keep eating,” continued Dijah.

“Iya. Mas inget, kok,” said Bara, reply to a swab of Sejah in his stomach by hugging the woman. Sewn whose hair is curled with clasps and a sheet of batik negligee that is getting longer has become his trademark at home. “Doain Dul, yes,” says Bara.

“Doain sure,” sahut Colored.

Stand up to the fence. Saw Bara's car shrink and disappear at the turn of the road.

That day was one of the hard days that Dul had to live. Not only was it heavy as he had to prove results, but it was also one of the gates through which he headed for his future. An understanding that father has instilled over the years. That his future, he alone determines.

Upon arrival at the test site, all the things that had been arranged in Dul's head collapsed instantly. His head was a little shriveled because he saw everyone who was all competitors that day. Compete with each other to show who deserves better.

With a height of 180 centimeters at the age of eighteen years, Dul looks tall. Oval face, tanned skin, as well as the look of the eyes and the look of a flat face make Dul more similar to his mother. He was ready in shorts and waiting for his turn.

“Abdullah Son of Satyadarma,” exclaimed a man with a list in his hands.

Dul's breath held for a second. He then got up to the man waiting for him on the edge of the field.

To Be Continued