Dul
012. Chat with a Brave Guy

After the art stage, friends in Dul class still discuss the matter as if they never get bored. About how one boasts of his dashing photo taken remotely by the mother. Another one boasted about the praise of the teacher who was thrown because of the skill of his friend playing a major stick. Also other trivial things that his friends said to boast of each other.

Dul just sat quietly listening while chewing the remaining fried yam that was brought to him as an additional provision this morning.

“Your father is a journalist and yesterday I watched the photos. Which photo? I want to see,” said Dul's friend who had just proud the photo print from his parents' mobile camera.

“Not finished printing. Photos use expensive cameras, print it a bit long,” replied Dul indifferently.

Because of his friend's words, Dul's head was immediately burdened with questions, ‘Did Bara really print his photos? If not, what if his mother asks, the photo will be printed for him?’

Dul returned to school picked up by Mbah Lanang. As usual, he had to wait until the disciples were left a little later the father of his mother appeared to pick him up.

Along the way to the house, Dul heard the sound of his stomach already squeaking. At home, he hopes Mbah Wedok cooks fish. It seems like he has not eaten fish for a long time.

“Mbah ... cook what? I want fish,” said Dul upon arrival in the kitchen saw Mbah Wedok sitting leaning against the back door goal.

Mbah Wedok turned to him, “Eggs are sambel. Not pedealing. There, change clothes first.”

The question was answered very clearly. There were no fish that day.

“Fish expensive. Your mother shopping just a little you taste do not macem-macem. I should be thankful, Dul. Other kids are still a lot of slack out there.” Mbah Lanang appeared to answer Dul's question.

“I just nanya aja,” said Dul slowly. Do not want to be counted to refute the words of Mbah Lanang. Dul is worried that his mother's name will be carried away every time he behaves.

Dul changed his clothes and headed straight for the kitchen. The day was the same as yesterday. Like yesterday again, and yesterday again. His tongue may have been numb to other foods. To the extent that he was afraid he could no longer recognize the taste of fish or meat. It will all feel like eggs.

“Where to?”

Dul flinched from his new nap for over an hour. Mbah Wedok's almost screaming voice surprised him. It turned out that Mbah Wedok's shout was aimed at Mbah Lanang.

I'm definitely going to the stall, Mbah.

“You can meet at warung.”

Mbah Lanang rushed to wear his sandals. In the next instant, the entire tirade of Mbah Wedok became his responsibility to listen.

“Never at home. Never been asked to earn a living. I don't know when it changed.” That was the first scolding Dul heard.

“All-all every dikasi know no one wants to be horrified. Including your mother. Always be able to answer what every talk Mbah.”

What just now was the most lazy scolding Dul heard. Dragging his mother's name. For Dul, no one had ever seen how his mother made money to make their pot filled.

Although Mbah Wedok is always good at preparing food for him, Dul still does not like if his mother is blamed. His mother was quite tired without having to hear the nagging Mbah Wedok who always started because of nagging Mbah Lanang.

Dul stood up from the front of the television. His movement was greeted with a question Mbah Wedok, “Where are you going? The little ones don't want to be scared either. Inget that your mother doesn't like it when you play with the kids next door.”

The warning made Dul step stopped for a moment to turn Mbah Wedok in the kitchen. “I want to sit outside the fence. Not going anywhere,” said Dul.

His hand just touched the door handle when the voice of a man called out to him from outside. “Dul ...”

His blood rippled and his eyes rounded.

About Bara ….

“Friends Mother who anter me to the stage of art,” replied Dul.

“Do not be near strangers,” reply Mbah Wedok.

“Om Bara stranger, but good to me, Mbah.” Dul tidied up his clothes and fixed the look on his face that had been pouting since. He wanted Bara to see him as a cheerful boy. Want to be a fun kid.

“Om Bara ..,” greet Dul when opening the door and quickly close it again. At least the door will sound if suddenly Mbah Wedok decided to eavesdrop on the conversation or see the appearance of their guests that afternoon.

“For what? Busy not?”

There was no significant busyness as long as he lived in his abbey house. However, if you listen to the nagging and the second mouth can be considered a busyness, it means he is very busy.

“I'm never busy. Just watching cartoons. I don't play outside with Mom. Mom says I'll be bullied.”

*Especially since the incident I was accused of stealing a piece of fried chicken, Om. *

“Ayo, here. Exit first. Which grandparents?”

“Mbah Wedok sleeping, Mbah Lanang maybe in the shop maim chess.”

Almost sure he said that Mbah Wedok was sleeping. Because it's so ordinary. Every time you grumble, all Mbah Wedok can do is sleep waiting for Mbah Lanang to come home. And when Mbah Lanang comes home later, Mbah Wedok will serve as usual. Sweet without the rest of the long scolding that Dul had heard.

Dul approached the wooden gate. And before he could open it, Bara handed out two large plastic bags bearing the name of a mini market.

“Om take this. Come on, simple first.”

Dul's hand immediately stretched out to welcome the two parcels that instantly made him feel like the richest child. “All for me, Om?”

“Iya, for you. Don't love another child. If anyone asks you to buy it yourself. No one has given you free, right?”

Dul's eyes sparkled. He liked the man more. Just that time he met a good adult who did not require him to always be a good and perfect child. The dashing man with the backpack understood that he was only a child who also had a little greed and the desire to have something absolutely.

Dul darted into the house to save his property. And true to his guess earlier, he glanced at the room and saw Mbah Wedok was already snoring slowly. After making sure his treasure was neatly stored in the closet, he quickly ran out.

“Now you are sitting here,” Bara pinta, pointing to the stone wall outside the fence.

“Ngapain on it?” Dul got out of the fence and saw a big motor parked near the stone wall.

Always shiny …. Cool ….

“Chat while snacking. Om still got this.” Bara lifts a bucket of popcorn.

That was the easiest persuasion. Dul is very fond of popcorn and Bara does not need to linger to seduce Dul to accompany him.

“Wah .. I like it! Come on, I'm talking. Om Bara is rich, huh? If Om Bara is rich I want to be raised as a child.” Those words just slid from Dul's tiny mouth. After that, he slightly shifted his feet away from the shoes.

Ah ... why should I say it …. If you heard me, I would be angry. Om Bara can also be afraid for Mother's whore. Ouch ….

To Be Continued