Dul
107. Adult Approach

A feeling of relief quickly spread within Dul after doing the Samapta test. He feels a little relaxed. As for the result, he has resigned himself. Along the way back home yesterday, Bara has given him additional advice.

“If you pass from the area, you proceed to the test in the center. Stay upbeat, yes.” Talk from behind the wheel.

“Acung...Acung healthy? Chat time with me yesterday Akung seems paler.” Dul answered Bara's words with something else he feared.

“Akung must be fine. Just need to rest and keep eating,” Bara said. Then, for a while they fell silent without talking about anything.

Bara's mind was actually not calm because of Mr. Wirya's health. Not calm because his father did not want to see a doctor properly. Just take the medicine beforehand and take the herbal medicines that Bu Yanti prepared. Though Mr. Wirya is a professional practitioner, but his attitude that wants to deny the facts about health makes all family members anxious.

“I want Akung to always be healthy,” said Dul with forward vision. He can only say it to replace the sentence that he prayed that Mr. Wirya had a long life to continue to exist among them.

“Dad also hopes the same. You also ... do not because Akung again can not accompany his spirit even decreased success you might be a medicine for Akung.”

“Iya, Yah ...,” says Dul.

“Inget, right ... what Akung often says? No one pushes us but ourselves. Believing that something beautiful is bound to happen, continues.Nothing is permanent in this world including our problems. So, it's gonna be over. Remember what Akung said?” Bara was trying to remember the good things his father often said.

“Detach it is not easy, but sometimes it is necessary.” A few seconds Dul was silent after saying that. Remembering his messages for Annisa who later did not reply again. His breath was restrained, then continued with a thin smile, “Don't lose hope because we don't know what happens tomorrow.”

“Continue? What else?” I look at Dul. “Stop being afraid of the same mistakes we might be able to make. Think about what can be true,” continued Bara.

“The last thing I remember most ... keep working hard in silence. Quite successful aja talk,” continued Dul complete the long advice that is often pronounced Pak Wirya for his grandchildren.

Dul no need to ask again about what he and Bara felt at that time. They are both equally sad. Although the tone of speech and the look in Mr. Wirya's eyes are still equally optimistic, but the man's body looks very tired.

While waiting for the results of the announcement, Dul continued to spend time at home. Invite Robin and Son to meet outside was much rejected. It doesn't feel calm to laugh and joke while his family is grim. Also the final test results that determine his future have not come out yet. Another day. Just wait another day. He still has to be patient. So, when Robin and Putra give up taking her out, Dul grants her two best friends a wish to play house.

It was a work day. The colonized went to take Ibra and Mima to Pak Wirya's house. Bara will pick up his wife's son after work. So, you can be sure Dul will be alone at home until after Magrib.

After saying that Robin and the Son would come home, the Sejah left by leaving behind a myriad of messages to Dul.

“Isss ... Still like this your face. Little smile. We came all the way,” Robin said since he arrived at the gate.

“Mbok, yes, opened wider so I can go in,” said Putra, pushing the fence so he could go inside.

“The bigger you are, I look. I thought how many months since you were unemployed, you were depressed and skinny.” Robin stands waiting for Son to enter and closes the fence when they are all in the carport.

“Not everyone who is inner depressed can be skinny,” replied the Son, walking towards the terrace.

“How's Akung, Dul? Are you healthy?” ask Robin.

“Each asked Akung is always healthy. But Uti said it wasn't. Akung only denies that he needs more serious treatment. If you still have spirit. But Akung sits on the couch a lot. Read the book too. Ordinary ... whatever doldrums Akung can still read books,” explained Dul, preceded his two best friends into the house.

“Biasalah like that, Dul. My mom is like that too. If you feel the pain, it is not enough for half a day. Everything hurts. Every corner of every place where his body hurts. But if invited by my father, he said nothing. Safe all. If my mom says, she's afraid to hear what the doctor says. Said the doctor also severe pain, the rules are still long he's monding, so the faster because of the thought. That's what he said,” was clearly Robin.

(Monding: died)

“Udah on meal?” ask Dul. “Come, to the dining room only. Chat at the dinner table," Dul invited, pulling two seats for Putra and Robin to sit side by side while he pulled the chair Bara used to occupy.

“Annisa how are you, Dul? Still texting each other?” ask Putra.

Dul chuckled while shrugging his shoulders. “Not knowing, Put. My last message was read. Maybe Nisa is indeed busy and focused on preparing to enter medicine. That was the last thing he told me. The rest does not exist,” explained Dul.

The son nodded with his hands opening the hood at the table. “It's good,” said Putra, look at the contents of the hood of saji.

“Everything under Sangi you must say good,” said Robin, take a peek. “It looks like it must be delicious, but later we will eat. I still want to talk.” He patted Putra's hand to lower the hood.

(Sangi : hood serve)

“You eat now also 'nothing,” said Dul.

“Ah, later only. If he eats now, he will be hungry again. Three meals can be eaten here. Later aja. Instead of eating, mending you tell Dul about yesterday. The one you said scolded granny.” Robin patted Son's shoulder.

“Dimarahi granny why?” Dul looked at the Son.

“Because I crossed a grandmother on the street. The grandmother was angry,” said Putra.

“Lah, why? Weird ...” Dul looked at the Son with sympathy.

“Because the grandmother had no intention of crossing the street. Indeed standing waiting for transportation,” clearly Putra.

Dul snorts and throws the Son with a napkin nearby. “Pantes scolded. Add work people,” sulek Dul seraya

Robin hots. “Haduh .. I do not know. High school, high school graduation is more important. What a dizzy want to be. I want to be the son of Elon Musk.” Robin rested one hand on his chin while knocking on the table.

To Be Continued