Dul
011. Cita - Cita Dul

The outstretched hand of the man who invited Dul to ride on the big bike cool red, immediately greeted. Without being asked twice Dul set his foot on the saddle and sat on the high side of the nose. The location of the boncer directly makes its position sag to the front. Make Dul feel he has to familiarize himself with Bara as soon as possible. His small body patted Bara's back wrapped in a jacket.

Dul was just about to say hello, but the big red motorcycle rider put a pink helmet on his head and buttoned it tightly.

Pink color? What's for Mom?

“Jah! Sorry to come nyela. Worrying about Dul is getting late. Where's the show? I'm anther of Dul.”

Dul rounded his eyes behind Bara's back. His mother must have immediately looked back and saw him sitting on the motorcycle of a man who was nobody to them. Maybe her mother would get angry and ask her to come down. Dul holds both sides of Bara's jacket so that his mother can see that he is ready to leave.

Her mother's reaction was unexpected. Only then did he see his mother speechless. Among pity to see his mother's face messy because of crying, but also happy to see his mother resigned.

“Udah?” I looked back to see Dul. “Where is the show?”

“In the Park, Om.”

“Yes, we're going straight there. Jah, you went to the office itself, yeah …. Excuse me, Sir ..”

Oh, it turns out you want to nganter Mom. I know my mother's name too.

Dul tightened his grip on Bara's waist, then the motorcycle drove away leaving Mother and Mbah Lanang still dumbfounded. The pink helmet she wore was very loose. Many times down until it covered his entire face. However, Dul did not have time to worry about the location of his helmet. He was fun to enjoy the feeling of being driven by a cool motorcycle.

At some of the red lights they passed, Bara had opened his helmet glass to see the rearview mirror and asked Dul if he was okay. Dul smiled broadly returning Bara's gaze from the rearview.

The pleasure of Dul that day was more and more when he realized that Bara was not just delivering it. The man left his motorcycle in the parking lot and with him along the sea of children to find where his school troupe was. On one shoulder was draped a black backpack that was large enough, in the hand was also clutched with a stock box containing nuggets.

Dul felt his hand continue to be dragged closer to the location of the event. Every now and then their steps came to a halt as the man read the inscription on the back of a sports uniform of children his age who happened to pass near them. Dul looked up at the foreign man who knew his mother.

The body is tall .. it looks strong. His style is really cool. Hopefully someone will find out who this Om is. I'm going to show off ….

Not nothing a friend of Dul has made his nostrils expand by thinking Bara is his father. Bara did not answer because he was busy wearing a marching band uniform. The man who did not have any relationship with him and his mother, wanted to be busy in the midst of the excitement of the Kindergarten event that morning.

He could not forget how most of his friends' mothers looked at Bara that morning. Not only because the man is handsome. But also at that time Bara was the only man who was in ana, in addition to two men TK employees who took care of the goods.

“Mas his father Dul, yes?” Apparently a friend's mother could not be curious longer.

“Iya, Mbak ..”

Bara's answer made happiness even more in Dul's heart. His confidence level instantly shot up. “Yah, I line first, yes ...”

I don't know why he wasn't afraid to say that. The relaxed look made him more comfortable. It was as if the man was used to facing the things that were going on around them back then. And while leaving Bara surrounded by her friend's mothers, Dul knew that the man would definitely get a rush of questions.

Because all this time Dul also noticed how his friends' mothers were very curious about his mother who rarely wanted to talk or join to chat while waiting for school hours to end.

“Pssst .. Dul! That's your dad?” ask a friend who still needs answers. The opening music is already playing and soon they will enter the field and play their respective musical instruments.

Dul did not answer. Just smiling broadly at his friend's question. He doesn't want to lie. If Bara finishes the event later he does not say the same thing, he cannot resist embarrassment and ridicule.

“Liat it! Your father's motret. The camera is so big. Must be expensive,” whispered his friend.

Again Dul just smiled broadly. Looking at the edge of the field where a cool man who was piggybacking on him earlier, now looks even cooler.

Mom said, Om Bara is a journalist. Journalists are cool too. Should I be a journalist?

Two regional songs and another national mandatory one they have played in the middle of the field. Sweat began to run down his back and the small drum stuck on his shoulder began to feel burdensome. Fortunately, the show time was over. Dul can't wait to get out of the place and make the most of his time with Bara.

The food has been finished. Bara offered to share turned out to refuse on the grounds of fullness. No wonder it is. A young mother seemed to be unceasingly offering the man food. In my heart, Dul was a little jealous. If his mother could come in that morning, maybe the drama about the family would feel more convincing.

“What do you want to buy?” bara asked while helping Dul remove his marching band uniform. Dul glanced around him at a glance, then looked back down to see Bara's hands that were deft to put him back in sports clothes. “You laper?”

"No, I finished my lunch. End until no rest. I said you can't waste food."

Dul understand Bara asked such a thing because almost all his friends now go near the various merchants while being held by their respective mothers. Maybe the guy wanted to cheer her up, Dul thought.

“I have no money. The money that my mother gave me yesterday is still the same Mbah Wedok. It should have been brought by Mbah Lanang earlier," replied Dul.

"Om just asking you want a snack? Not the money."

"Can you?"

"Yes, I can."

"Om there's money?"

"Many," Bara said.

"If so I want a keong kelomang," said Dul.

"Where?"

"That!" Dul pointed at one of the things that had attracted his attention since earlier

"Okay, we bought that."

Ten minutes later, a small house containing two hermit crabs was in her hands. Dul looked at the newly obtained treasure with a very satisfied face.

Not only did the pleasure Dul got there. When arriving across the alley of his house, Bara again stopped by the opposite mini market and equipped with plastic full of snacks.

“Ya, already. You can enter.”

Bara was seen casually stopping his motorcycle in front of the wooden fence. Dul's face looked doubtful.

“There's something to say?” ask Bara.

“Mmmm ... my friend said Om cool.”

“Still.” Smiling from behind his helmet.

“The camera is expensive, yes?” ask Dul.

Bara nodded. “Special camera for journalists and professionals in the world of photography. Or also for amateurs whose hobby is photography. Wh why? You want to be a reporter?” ask Bara.

Dul shook his head. “Can't be again.”

“Why?”

“I already have other ideals,” replied Dul.

“What is it?” Bara lowered her head and folded her hands on the motor handlebar.

“So pilot.”

“Keren!” Bara gave a thumbs up. “Reason? Because the pilot is cool?”

Dul shook his head. “I want to take Mom away from here. If I'm a pilot, I don't have to pay for my flight.”

Dul felt that sturdy hand rub his head. “You can definitely be a pilot and take your mother to a place she likes.”

To Be Continued