Dul
130. Slowly Into the Future
Already in his last year Dul was at the Air Force Academy. Sejah who is now, has a housekeeper who goes home every day. He said it wasn't too hard because the kids were grown. The busyness only revolves around the food menu, cooking a healthy menu for in-laws, nagging Mima who is too eager to talk about her handsome upperclassmen, or nagging Ibrahim who later likes to play ball until Maghrib time.
And now, Dijah is busy choosing the same batik cloth to make a family photo uniform when he finished his education at AAU which is only just counting days.
She has become a mother in general. Looking for a bag that matches the color of the fabric he wears. Worrying about the height of the sandals he will wear at the Dul graduation ceremony.
While Bara was busy choosing in the studio where they would take pictures. Another with Mima whose busyness revolves around makeup that looks simple but beautiful. But it also amazes the graduates of applied defense degree he envisioned as handsome young officers.
Bara had to pinch her daughter's cheek several times so as not to be too coquettish.
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Somewhere not far from there. A shophouse that is entirely painted red surrounded by high steling of glass and filled with piles of variants 'Naughty Sambal' is serving several buyers.
Two female employees who were also wearing red uniforms were putting bottles of sambal into the cardboard. The other two men in the same uniform were putting together boxes and tying them to motorbikes.
Not far from the four people's busyness, a curly-haired man bent his face over the note. Sometimes he turned to the female employee near the steling, occasionally he turned to the street in front of the shophouse.
"What time does the boss come? Just become a CEO of bottlenecks has come a long time. How to be as rich as Bill Gates." Robin frowned as she said that.
A female employee stopped putting the bottles in and turned to Robin. "Can, I said, Mas .. if Mr. Son and Mr. Yoseph have an appointment this morning, he said at ten o'clock just got here."
Robin placed the pen he had been spinning on top of the book. “Dek, you're a new employee?"
The female Naughty Sambal Officer whose hair was tied up on the nape nodded. "Yes, Mommy" he answered.
"Eh, don't call me Mas."
"So ... called what? Aja's sister?" ask the female officer.
"OKAY. Bang Robin ... My boss was here at ten" the female official said.
Robin nodded. In an instant he had prayed that the Son and Joseph would be stuck in traffic somewhere. If it can be until night, the mind. Until the store closed so that he could offer a ride to the cute female employee he had just met that day.
"So ... What's his name?" robin asked in a much different tone of voice at the beginning when he asked.
"Whose name?" ask the female officer.
"Name adeklah. The name of our children. Kan, there's no ...," seduced Robin.
The female employee sneered for a second, then chuckled along with Robin. "My name is Duma, Bang."
"Aih, makjang .. name adek make Abang suddenly remember the order Mamak Abang in the bag." Robin stood up and pretended to feel his pocket.
"From Mamak Abang? What is Kantongi?"
"Restu, Deck," replied Robin, widening his smile as he smoothed his curly hair out.
To Be Continued
Thank you for being patient, Boeboo.
I am sick and not healed. But delaying Dul seems to make me heal longer. Pray that I will always be healthy, yes.
Dear Boeboo everything.