Dul
120. Annisa

“So, where was the jump? Still pretty Nisa?” Robin's hand adds chili to the yaw.

“I'm still in the cab. Initially squirming the way the girl was a foreign road. Keep the way he actually hair .. I'm still inget. I hurried across the street. I called and he went back. But because of so many people, he didn't see me. Directly walk again. Always in a hurry,” said Dul, continuing to move his hand over the yoke. Two years in the military dormitory made the Dul movement more swift and efficient.

Robin had finished picking chili peppers and sat smiling with a basin in her hand. He looked at Dul who was sitting on the window still with his uniform and a pair of black leather shoes. His friend's forehead was dripping with sweat because even though the AC roared above, but the gas stove continued to burn near them. Dul's hair cut neatly typical of a class. Robin then turned her smile into a whimper.

“See what, anyway?” dul asked suddenly.

“Ganteng times you. If I was a girl, I would have fallen in love with you.” Robin's smile grew wider.

Dul lifts a thread in front of Robin. “Don't say that anymore. Geli.” Dul continued to mengolek chili.

Robin grimaces. “Main-play me, Dul. It's scary Dul now, bah. Almost closed mouth I use a chili mill.”

“Unfortunately not so,” muttered Putra.

Robin patted Son on the back, then looked back at Dul. Tired you? No, right? You grind this chilli with the spirit to meet Nisa. Uh, Dul .. if that was Nisa, continue. Cemana?”

Dul who had not thought about it immediately stopped the movement of his hand.

“Your mouth is indeed a venomous poison, Bin. The chili to be picked is not finished. Soon at ten, Dul must go.” The son snorted from the front of the stove.

“I, right, just nanya. Let our friend get ready for his reaction. Don't suddenly have his gay disease recur again because Nisa's meeting again the same guy.”

“If Dul stops ngulek, this order can be long after completion. I have to return the capital to buy chili that was expensive lately. You are a gas trader who does not know the price of chili.”

“Bising any time. If expensive plant alone in polybag.” Robin snorted.

“Have you finished arguing? Joseph just wanted to remember what Joseph's mother often said at home. The work is hard. It's harder to find work. So .. if there is a job like we do now, yes live it. We should be grateful. God always sees the work we do. God will not remain silent. We will definitely be given more.”

“Amin ...” Robin, Son and Dul say it simultaneously. The three of them then shut up and resumed their remaining work that night.

“Already, Dul. Wash your hands. This is more than enough. Thank you very much. Tomorrow we buy a new grinder. If you wear a blender, it feels different. Especially if the blender is a long time,” clearly Putra.

“Because the blender is not Dul which feels to Nisa is still the same even though it has been a long time. Yeah, right, Dul?” Robin nudges Dul's arm when his best friend returns from washing his hands.

“What, anyway, Bin? Of jealousy? Or do I need to ingetin again use the yoke?” Dul held back the laughter.

“You should find your own rib candidate, Bin. Do not want to know the story of people, but your own story is ambiguous,” continued Putra.

“There are no more ribs. I've replaced all the rucika pipes. What do you want?” challenge Robin to look at the Son.

“Ya already, Dul. Send a taxi. Robin is a bit stressed because it's been two weeks of her neighbor's home renovation. Listen to the ceramic cutters. It's like this.” The son patted Robin on the shoulder. The three of them were accompanying Dul to the rolling door.

“Eh, I'll all go back. Did I take you? But get in a pickup car. It's gas. Want you?” robin asked, pointing at the car parked on the left side of the shop.

"Come on, okay" replied Dul.

"If there's something like that, we can blow it up right away" Robin added.

“All I have counted. Our order seems to be arriving on time. All because of the cooperation with Dul and Robin. Thank you.” Joseph closed his notebook to nod at Robin and Dul.

“Sama-sama, Yoseph,” Dul smiled as he patted Joseph's arm.

“It seems that among the three of you, only Dul has his body grown properly. As a grown man, his arms were already perfectly formed. Stomach flat. I'm sure Dul has abdominal muscles that he can be proud of.” Joseph looked down at Dul with a serious face.

“Where is your home, Yoseph? Far away?” ask Robin.

“Just say, if far away, move ajalah near here.”

The son looked up, but Joseph nodded seriously. “Thank you for the suggestion. Pray that God will soon add to the Naughty Sambal order. If we try, God will—”

“Amins. Put, me and Dul first, yeah. I can't send Yoseph. Far away from home. Not yet covered by Google maps. I nganter Dul all want to go through somewhere. There's a house I'm monitoring,” Robin said.

“I stay here tonight,” exclaimed Yoseph from inside the shophouse. He returned to cleaning mostly unwashed cookware.

“Whose house are you monitoring? Why?” ask the curious son.

Robin walked towards the car with his hands raised. “Motifku can not be mentioned for the sake of maintaining feelings. Come, Dul!” exclaim Robin.

“I'm saying goodbye, Put. Tomorrow see you again,” said Dul, carrying his backpack on one shoulder, then put the hat back perched on his head.

“Bin! You will not come down. Let Dul go! You are looking for your own pipe!” son shouted, chuckling.

Nearly twenty minutes of sitting quietly side by side, Robin finally made a sound.

“You're looking for Nisa out of curiosity, right? Don't see him, you're disappointed and sad. It seems like a long time ago I didn't see you. So I guess there's a difference. You know what I mean, right? Link ... time not ...” Robin laughed at his own words.

“Please. Just wondering how it is now. Since my messages are never answered again .. I also do not think the relationship with Nisa will be. Just want to make sure Nisa's all right.” Dul nodded as if making sure to himself that was all he wanted to make sure that night.

“Who will you go home with? Don't go night-night, Dul. Danger. Tell Bara's Father. Don't take ‘astaga’ and ‘ya kes’ out tonight.” Robin stops the pickup by the roadside, a few yards from the five-night stand covered by banners inscribed with menu lines.

“Later I chatted my father. Mmmm .. Bin,” call Dul a little doubt.

“Ha? What?”

“Son why ask me to come here? Did Putra ... have you ever met Nisa?” ask Dul a little doubt.

“Meet chat never. But he once said that the rich look of a girl looks like Nisa when we go through the night here. I think she remembered it when you said that seeing that girl looked like Nisa. Especially in the same place. So I guess he's almost sure it's Nisa,” Robin explained.

“I'm down now.” Dul got out of the car with a cell phone in his hand. He typed a message for Bara.

‘Yeah, I share location. I was at the place I just sent. I'm gonna meet someone before I go home. Don't be angry, yeah. I try not for long. I'm curious. Later at home I'm elucin.’

Dul waved at Robin who left by honking her horn twice. Not until five minutes, Bara has returned the message. He smiles. I knew that Bara wouldn't be far from his cell phone before his kids got home.

‘Dad wait. Or if you want to be picked up say aja.’

Getting an answer like that, makes Dul more lightly step up his legs up the sidewalk and walk slowly observing his left right. Too many people. He had to observe everyone there carefully. Does Nisa often hang out there with her friends?

Step Dul arrived at the goat fried rice merchant where he was with his best friend several meals. One of the traders who are getting more crowded at night. His movements are the largest and his desk ranks the most.

Dul waved the banner and stepped his foot inside.

“Nisa! Table number six order three fried rice, three iced tea!” exclaim a man from the corner of the table.

Dul moved his gaze to a girl whose hair was tied high that night and her clothes were different from what he had seen earlier. The girl recorded something on the paper, then tore it up and handed it to the man standing on the wagon.

“Three fried rice, three iced tea, right?” nisa yelled with her hands still taking notes quickly. “Bang?!” nisa exclaimed to the man who had called her. He looked up with the intention of looking at the man of his co-workers, but his gaze instead collided with a young man in a brown uniform at the school of beauty. Suddenly .. her heart was filled with sorrow.

To Be Continued