Dul
119. Officer Sambal

Dul took his long legs down the street from across the street where a woman who looked like Annisa was walking in a hurry. Then the car is still quite smooth and everything is speeding up. Impossible to cross the road. Seconds to seconds feel very long. After the vehicle returned solid, Dul crossed the road. His heart beats even more when his feet touch the pavement. His head kept looking forward. Dul was already half-running, but the usual sidewalk area filled with street vendors made Dul a little overwhelmed.

The newly arrived street vendors were unloading tables and chairs to make their stalls. Some traders who have already arrived even began to be queued buyers.

“Nisa!” exclaimed Dul, speeding up his pace. The figure of the woman who was carrying a cream-colored backpack on one side of her shoulder turned back at a glance. Her long hair passed through the shoulders, fluttering as the woman continued her hurried pace.

“Indeed Annisa!” Dul squealing. Because of his enthusiasm, Dul almost hit a man who was lifting a pile of plastic chairs. “Sorry, Sir. Sorry ...,” said Dul then helped lift the plastic chair he almost dropped. After putting the chair near the glass steling, Dul then hurriedly excuse me to continue his steps.

After walking while avoiding the pedestrian's body, Dul finally arrived at the end of the sidewalk. The figure he saw as Annisa had disappeared. “Turn to where?” whispered Dul alone. “Nisa,” murmured again with a disappointed face.

Dul spent ten minutes drowning to and fro. In ten minutes it was street vendors who held the field more and more crowded. However, the whereabouts of Annisa's figure were nowhere to be seen anymore. Dul then grabs his cell phone to call Bara.

“Halo? Daddy's? Sorry new nelfon now. I should have arrived earlier. But suddenly there was something I had to make sure of. No.no. There's nothing. All is well. It's just a matter of ...” Dul was silent for a moment thinking about the reason for his delay in arriving home.

However, Bara is still a sensitive Bara. Dul didn't have to lie to ask his father for permission. Because, Bara knows what makes a Dul ask for permission late to go home. Bara just said, “Be careful on the road. Don't go home too long.”

Dul smiled widely. “Still, Dad.” Dul walked down the increasingly crowded sidewalk for almost half an hour. He hasn't given up. But he felt he had to share his experiences that night with people who also knew Annisa. “Oke .. telfon Putra,” muttered Dul directly contact Putra from the sidewalk where he stood. While waiting for the phone to be answered, Dul was still busy circulating his gaze. The figure of Annisa who he had just seen it suddenly made Dul unsettled.

“Halo? The put? Where else? Ak—” Speech Dul directly truncated someone.

“Halo? You, Dul?”

“Ha?”

“I am ... Robin. How come, bengong times you? What was? Kayak abis nengok ghost. Where are you again? So, I'm home?”

“Which silk? I have something that—”

“We again war in the workshop Sambal Naughty with Son and Yoseph. If you want to tell me here. No longer could this man say. Yoseph had tears from earlier.”

“What's the reason?” Dul's tone of voice turned frantic.

“Udahlah. Hurry up here you. If you can now,” pinta Robin.

Dul saves his phone and stops a passing blue taxi. His mind was busy that night. Thinking about where Annisa turned and disappeared. Why is Annisa in Jakarta? Did the girl move back to Jakarta? Where did Annisa go to college? Then ... Why is Joseph soaked in tears? What war is going on in Sambal Naughty workshop located in a small shophouse rented by his two best friends. So what's Robin doing there? Is it really a war?

“Stop in front, Sir.” Dul pointed to a neon box that read ‘Sambal Naughty’ a few meters in front of the taxi.

“Sambal shop, really, his name is Sambal Naughty. Nowadays there are-there are,” said the taxi driver while pulling the car over.

“Maybe let people be more curious than if given the name Sambal Kalem,” replied Dul, smiled and then handed over the money sheet. “The return is take aja,” said Dul.

The taxi driver grimaced. “Yes too, anyway. By the way .. Mas is handsome. Thank you,” said the taxi driver raised the money in his hand.

Replace the grimacing Dul. Dul turned to look at the door of the closed shop. “He said there was war ...,” muttered Dul, looking at the atmosphere of the shophouse that looks mediocre.

Approaching the rolling door began to sound a conversation from within.

“Udahlah, Yoseph. Stop you crying. Wipe your tears first. I told you the same kelen .. the second floor of this shop makes kos-kosan only. Make the extra.” Robin's voice was loudest.

“Same as it is, free! Free she wants to sleep outside or inside.” Robin is back.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Dul knocked on the rolling door.

“Log in, Dul! Sorong! Please push the door! Hurry you in. Help your friends first!” robin Screams.

Dul followed Robin's instructions to push the door directly. After the door opened, Dul was flabbergasted. Is that the war Robin is talking about? The basins containing chili and onions lay on the floor. Blenders, giant thins as wide as trays, knives, as well as gas stoves and cooking utensils are jumbled in the place.

“Kok, can gini?” tanya Dul stood in the doorway in a uniform complete with her hat.

Everyone stopped working and looked at Dul. The son stopped stirring the cauldron full of sambal, Joseph stopped peeling the onion and Robin stopped picking the stalk of chili.

“This is because your friend the smart and wise Son took three employees off at the same time. So-sook him. Not to see there is an order for 120 cans of sambal squid from Uncle Mutu from Malaysia. As a result, it's like this. The nights I was told to come here to send gas. Apparently I used it. I told him I was getting chili peppers. Joseph had a flood of tears peeling onions. Where the chilli one basin has not been milled. The grinder's broken anyway. Ih ... Don't you hear it?” Robin grumbled while staring at the sharp son who continued to stir up sambal pretending not to hear.

“Put! I want to tell you something. Mmm .. to all of you means. Let it be quickly finished and efficient, all I help,” said Dul, putting his backpack and hat in the corner of the room. He then dragged a small ringklik in front of the giant clutch. “This is out because the cab grinder is broken, right? Which one would you like to get?” Dul sat facing the clutch. He was eager to share the story of Annisa and asked her friends for their opinion at the time. If mengolek chili can be done while telling a story, why not? It's not too late.

“Abdullah .. I do not know if it turns out that the nature and attitude that has been embedded since childhood is difficult to change. This is proven to you. You stay kind. Abdullah was also getting more and more dashing with his uniform. What happens if someone sees an officer candidate buying sambal here?” Joseph looked at Dul who was preparing with a yoke in his hand.

“What's going on? It must be getting in demand. Uncle Quality orders are increasingly special because they are executed by an Officer. Tomorrow will make a variant of Sambal Perwira.” Robin thrust a basin of chili peppers at Dul.

“Oke, I'm straight up. You add what you want to add to the test. Directly say stop if it feels enough,” said Dul, start mengolek chili. “Put .. I was—”

“Bin! Why is the fire so small? Though the gas has just been replaced,” cetus Putra, pointed to the stove in front of him.

“Which little kayak, Son? That's the fire …. Want as big as the fire cook sambal it? Let me bring you the Olympic torch,” Robin's scolding.

“Maybe I'm nervous, Bin. Worried about not finishing tomorrow morning. Dul ... What do you want to say?” ask Putra.

“So I met Annisa. It must be Annisa. In an area that many street vendors were. Where do we eat goat fried rice? Inglet?” Dul spread his gaze enthusiastically. Three young men nodded. “Well, roughly in the area there. But I lost track. It must be Annisa. I wouldn't look wrong. Surely Nisa,” said Dul, looking down and looking at his hand which nimbly glued chili into small fragments.

“Now what time?” ask Putra.

“Jam eight..why?” ask Dul.

“Jam ten all traders are open all. Ten o'clock in the evening you'll be there again. Walk and have another look along that sidewalk.” The son looked at Dul with serious eyes.

Dul nodded. “OK,” Dul replied.

“After Abdullah. We lift all the chili that you mute. That's fast. Incredibly,” Yoseph said, moving the chili from the yoke into an empty basin.

“Continue, Dul. While waiting ten,” said Robin, scooping the chili that has been picked and put it to a large ulcer.

To Be Continued