Dul
116. Ngalor-Ngidul Plan

“Seneng, Kung …. During my time in Solo I had some acquaintances. But the most familiar yes .. Leonardo Yepa's. His father died. Almost every night nelfon his mother,” explained Dul to Mr. Wirya. His hand held Pak Wirya's arm while occasionally massaging slowly.

“How to eat? Cute?” Mr. Wirya asked about the cuisine menu during the selection.

“Enak. For me, anyway, everything is good.” Dul grinned as he glanced at Bu Yanti who sneered towards her husband.

“Yang first asked his cooking. Akung since the menu of food and salt is reduced, so do not mind the value of our food. We have to say no good, Dul. Let Akung not want to,” said Bu Yanti.

Dul chuckled. “Potanya Akung can not be rich gini again. I want to .. Akung see me when I get sworn in. I promise to study diligently if Akung also take care of health. Let me be even more excited if anyone waits.”

Mr. Wirya answered his words by patting Dul's hand back. The old man agreed.

A very simple chain of relationships. If Mr. Wirya is healthy, Bara will easily concentrate on what he does. If Bara concentrates, the man will be fine and the Colonized will feel calm. Then everything will be fine. Dul

Two days later Mr. Wirya was allowed to go home and the rest were required routine control. Over the next week, Dul spends time with Bara in the hospital. Until one week, Dul was getting ready with nice clothes.

“Mother said today to come out?” bara asked when she saw Dul combing her hair without looking at the glass.

“Iya, Dad. Later when Mom gets here, I want to meet Robin and Son, yes. Before leaving for Magelang, I want to buy them first.”

“Dul, here,” call Bara, sit straighten the backrest. Dul approached immediately.

“This is the comb,” said Bara asked for the comb. Dul handed the comb with a confused face.

“You sit here,” Bara patted the edge of his bed. “Let Daddy combin. Maybe tomorrow you are too high. Or also ... tomorrow-tomorrow someone has changed Father or Mother to take care of you.” Bara's hand slowly combed Dul's hair.

Dul was silent with a slight bow of his body. It was remembered when he was a child and Mima was still a baby in a sling. Every swim, Bara is the one who takes care of all his needs. Wearing a swimsuit, taking her to take a bath, helping her dress, to comb and give powder to her face as did Dijah. While Dijah sat casually observing it while nursing Mima. It feels like a long time ago.

“Udah handsome and dashing,” said Bara, again handed a small comb on Dul.

“Still, Yah.” Dul sat for a while on the bed until the door of the nursery opened and Ibrahim slammed in.

“Mas, would like to sit there too,” said Ibrahim, extending his hand to Dul.

Dul got up and instead raised his sister to the edge of the bed. Ibrahim immediately threw himself into his arms around Bara.

“Tumben hug Daddy. Mbok Jum where?” ask Abraham.

“At home. He said he was tired. Want to take a nap,” said Ibrahim still hugging Bara.

The colonized put the bushel containing the cuisine to the table. “Mas Dul want to leave now or have lunch here?” tanya Sejah while opening the bushels one by one and arranging them on the table.

“When I go straight away? May? Because we plan to have lunch together.” Dul approached the sofa to look at his mother's cooking.

“Bby. It's nothin. Later dinner here,” exciting Bara from bed.

“Then I leave now, yes. Don't forget the fish for you. Don't take it,” said Dul, pinching Mima's cheek.

“Not done, Dad. I have enough money. When I came home yesterday, I was given a snack with Pakdhe.” Dul chuckled while carrying his shoes to the doorway.

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Cafe located in the south of the city became Robin's choice to meet with his friends. He has been browsing the cafe on the internet since last week. The cafe, which is filled with young people every weekend, makes Robin want to be a part of it every once in a while.

“Wuih, Robin a lot of money to hang out here.” The son looked around. All the tables were almost full by teenagers in their teens and early twenties.

“Many money from where? Guess what I do to sit in this cafe?” Robin turned his legs and raised an eyebrow looking at the Son.

“Ngapain? Yeah, definitely your mother's cooperation. Must be looking for gray. Or wash clothes?” guess Son.

Robin grabs the menu and thrusts it at Son. “No guess of you being a little cooler? If you hear a girl with cycads?” Robin spoke in a low voice.

They both sit on the outside of the cafe which is protected with a braid of vines. The floor of the cafe is made of wood. While the chair they occupy is made of solid iron which is quite heavy if shifted. Can be sure strong enough to be burdened with the Son's body that is increasingly fertile.

Dul just arrived and could easily find his two best friends sitting in the corner seat. Robin has always chosen the most strategic chair to observe people.

“Well, here comes our officer candidate. More handsome aja,” said Robin, shifting seats for Dul.

“Udah order a meal? I deliberately did not eat at the hospital because I want to eat together with you guys.” Dul smiled with satisfaction at his two best friends. He then massaged the Son's shoulders. “Put ... how are you? What is your plan?”

The son returned Dul's gaze with a serious face. “It looks like I'll be working with Yoseph, Dul. Yesterday Yoseph came to school to retrieve his missing file. Yoseph stopped by the ketoprak stall and we both had a serious conversation. We agreed to make a new effort. I handle production and recipes, Yoseph wants to handle his marketing management. What do you think?”

Robin took seriously to hear the phrase Son who was just heard that time. It seems Putra was deliberately saving a story to tell when the three of them were complete.

“Eh, Put! Pause first your story. We order some food first. Let's be a little energetic we say.” Robin tapped on the menu in his hand.

Three sets of lunches were served in front of them a moment later. While waiting for the arrival of the menu, the three of them again engaged in conversation about funny memories that have been past.

“Now it has rarely been squeezed with my father. In the past, if you went home at night with a motorbike, we could immediately get clasped. Good thing now the watermark is ilang.” The son shook his head.

“Kalo my mom again. Every one can not do PR directly said it was because I mostly sleep on the floor. My brain is shrinking.” Robin was shaking.

“If my mother ... always talk with the addition of the word ‘fast’. Everything has to be quick. Often nagging if the child is slow and lazy. But everything is ordinary. Including our Father.” Dul held back a smile looking at his two best friends.

"I heard that from your mother a lot too. Ever since we were neighbors" Robin said.

“So, Bin ... what do you want to tell me?” asked the Son with a fixed look at their dish.

“Because our eyes have looked in the same direction, it is better if we say while eating.” Robin brought the plate closer.

“Ayo...ayo, eat first.” Dul grabbed his spoon.

To Be Continued