Dul
110. Departure

Following the advice of doctors, Mr. Wirya underwent hospitalization. After being conscious and his condition stabilized, Mr. Wirya was moved to his room. That night, Ms. Yanti insisted on accompanying Mr. Wirya in the hospital. He said he still misses.

“Mother go home. Let me take care of Dad. Go home kids. That Sukma and Rico also can not leave their children later at home.” Bara hugged Bu Yanti's shoulder next to Mr. Wirya's bed.

Dul saw the tired faces of his father and mother. Since yesterday their families have been divided. Mima and Ibra did not meet their father yesterday. “Everything goes home rest. Let me be here. I got dressed because the plan was to stay at Akung's house. Uti also came home. Later if Uti is guard, Uti can be sick.” Dul looked at Bu Yanti's haggard face.

“But Uti want...”.

Bu Yanti's words were interrupted due to a knock on the door of the room. Ibra ran to the door and opened it. “Pakdhe!” the six-year-old boy. The door opened wide with Heru and Fifi entering.

Heru approached Bara, while Fifi hugged Bu Yanti who was standing at the foot of the bed.

“Where, Ra?” asked Heru when his steps arrived next to Mr. Wirya's bed. His hand immediately grasped Mr. Wirya's hand and gently massaged it.

“High blood pressure. His heart is also swollen,” Bara replied in a grim tone.

“Udah check-up all, right? The result is out?” ask Heru.

Bara shook his head.

“Whose guard Paklik tonight? Not Bulik, right? Bulik already exhausted this. It will hurt.”

“Mas Dul guard,” replied Bu Yanti.

“Bulik break at home tonight. I can come here again tomorrow. Trust Paklik in the hands of prospective officers,” said Fifi, looking at Dul with a smile.

Dul standing next to Bara slightly blushed to get praise from Fifi, the famous anchor who is beautiful and always talk efficient was throwing a sweet smile at him. It turns out that the news he graduated in the regional selection committee has reached Fifi's ears.

Bara chose a VIP room for Mr. Wirya. Not so broad. But there is a sofa bed that can be used by the family of patients who accompany.

After everyone's return. Dul sat on the sofa holding his cell phone. Reply to Bara's message telling him not to sleep too late because he needs to prepare his physique to go to Solo. Do not forget the message to immediately tell if there is anything. He also promised that his father would come back early tomorrow.

Dul then replied to Robin's message by telling a little about Mr. Wirya's situation. After settling with the messages, Dul again read the email announcement he received carefully.

“Next week,” whispered Dul. He sighed while putting the backpack he had been holding on his lap. After positioning a small pillow to the end of the sofa bed and relax the body.

His eyes are not sleepy. With one hand on his forehead, Dul re-scrolled the phone. This time he was back on one name. Annisa. Yesterday's message has not been read. He then re-typed the message.

‘How are you? Healthy, right? What is the activity now? So try to get into medicine?’

Dul sent me that message. A second later, he only looked at the one tick mark. The message is now not even up even though Annisa's profile photo is still the same. Dul pressed the top of Annisa's profile and looked back at her for the umpteenth time. That part of the profile photo only contains the words, ‘Choose a path to climb, because it will take us to the new peaks’.

Is it possible that Annisa lost her phone? Dul frowning. Two female friends who are familiar with Annisa used to not know the new number Annisa can be contacted. Dul opens Annisa's contact list and reads the address, phone number and email she got from her former class secretary. That email was papa Annisa's email. It seems impossible to send a message there and ask about trivial things. Dul took a breath.

Now Dul feels weird. Annisa's existence made her very curious. How's the girl doing? How is his life now? His school? He is like writing a story a piece of story that the end part he cannot complete.

‘Annisa, next week I leave for solo to undergo AAU entrance center selection. I'm glad I got to get to that part. But, at the same time I was also sad because Akung was in the hospital. Hope you get to the university of your dreams. Take care of health.’

Dul sent it back. Still tick one. He put down his phone and tried to close his eyes. His father said he had to take care of his health.

“Usaha and pray. The result should not be too thought out. Mas Dul is already pretty cool to get to this stage. Akung Proud,” said Mr. Wirya in a weak tone.

Almost half a day together, it was the words of Mr. Wirya who was quite long. The rest of the man was just lying down and talking short. Dul's heart wasn't calm enough because of it.

Dul's departure the next day was delivered by all family members. Bara, Sejah, Mima, Ibra, also including Mbok Jum who later often went because Ibra did not allow him to stay at home. Mbok Jum also seems to have more ties with Satyadarma's youngest son. Where there is Mbok Jum, there is Ibra.

Arriving at the airport, Bara parked the car and brought Dul's cabin suitcase which he dropped off from behind. Sejah then followed and stood by the door waiting for Dul. However, Dul has not yet come down.

“Ayo,” Invite Colored.

“Shortly, Mom. Ibra has not been willing to take off,” said Dul, replying to Ibra's embrace that has not been willing to take it off.

“Ibra follow me nganter Mas Dul into. Mbok in the car waiting for Ibra,” persuaded Mbok Jum, rubbing Ibra's shoulder.

“I'm in the same car Mbok Jum. The way into is far,” said Mima from the back seat. “I salim Mas here aja.” Mima leaned her body into the middle seat to grab Dul's hand.

“Doain Mas, yes,” Dul said as Mima placed her hand to the forehead.

“I Kiss Mas Dul now.” Mima peeked Dul's cheek. “Before again surely can not carelessly nyium Mas. There will be his angry girlfriend.” Mima giggled and Dul pulled a thin smile with one corner of his lips. He then pinched slowly on Mima's cheek.

“Direct girlfriend who is speaking,” says Dul. Mima just giggled while returning back to pinch her arm.

Bara brought Dul's suitcase and Dijah walked by his side while tightly clutching Dul's hand. Sometimes Dijah rubbed Dul's hand and leaned his cheek. I think time is going very fast.

“To be here. Can't get inside,” said Bara, handing Dul's suitcase in front of the departure gate.

He hugged Dul. At first he did not cry. Dul only went away for a while to undergo selection. His first son will return. But, Dul's close embrace somehow awakens his memories. Memories of when they were once just the two of them had each other.

“Doain Mas, yes Bu ...”

Dul's soft words made the tears unstoppable. His embrace in Dul's body tightened with a choked throat that could not answer with words. Colored just nodded then let go of his embrace. Sejah held both arms of Dul and looked at his son from top to bottom.

“Children Mother is an adult,” said Sejah.

Dul smilingly looked at Bara, then hugged the man. “Doain me, Well ...”

“Always,” Bara said, patting Dul's arm with reddened eyes.

Dul hugs Bara's shoulder. His father, a handsome man with a big motorbike that is always sentimental, is indeed the easiest to shed tears. A man who is always easily moved. For some reason, his one nature was revealed to him.

Dul steps towards the departure gate. His hands were still holding hands with the hand of the Colonized who had not yet taken it off. The woman who used to desperately be a mother and father for him, continued to step in. Until Dul had to let go of the hand and replace it with a kiss on the top of his mother's head.

“Doain,” exclaims Dul, waving hands.

To Be Continued