Dul
134. Adhi Makayasa for Dad

“Decision reading. Decision of the Chief of Staff of the Air Force. Decision number 104.XV/20XX. About the determination of the best cadets of the graduates of the Air Force Academy, with the Grace of God Almighty, the Chief of Staff of the Air Force, weighing, remembering, paying attention and so on, deciding, assigning, one, one, Sermatutar Abdullah Putra Satyadarma S.Tr (Han), academy number 174XX of the Defense Electronics Program, as the best cadet of the IV level cadets and awarded him the Adhi Makayasa badge award for his achievements . Two, this decision is valid since the date set ...”

The sound from inside the building was clearly heard. Annisa exchanged glances with Mima who said ‘What?’ without a sound, then turned Bara's face that raised eyebrows, then Sejah who smothered the mouth and finally looked at the face of Ibra who raised her index finger towards the building.

“Name Mas Dul called,” says Ibra.

“Iya, name Mas Dul,” replied Annisa choked. His hand immediately grabbed Ibra's shoulder. Is this the surprise Dul meant on the phone yesterday?

Annisa returned her gaze to the pair of old men who were standing side by side and were dissolving in a day of happiness.

The two hands of the Colon were in the grasp of Bara.

Such a warm family, inner Annisa.

For about two years their relationship has been running, Dul has told a lot about his family. Including the story of the past full of sadness with the mother, as well as the efforts of a young man dashing back the confidence of the woman who gave birth to his lover, that he deserves to be loved and happy.

Under the sunlight, Annisa watched the Seized and the Bara more closely. The Colored Hair that Annisa used to see was draped and wedged behind her head that day rolled neatly into a small bun. The make-up is simple, but very graceful. The colon that Annisa every day saw walking back and forth in the kitchen with a negligee, on that day it was very different.

Sweetened, looks even sweeter. Annisa smiles. The sweet face's sharpness reminded her of the sensitive, yet awkward man who was inside the building. It seemed, Annisa wanted to thank Dijah for giving birth to the man who had dared to propose to her at the age of twenty.

***

He looked at the door that was still closed in the distance with a look of disbelief. Not a look of disbelief that his son is achieving. Since childhood Dul was a submissive child and never much behavior. Although he used to see the eyes of desire for things that his friend had, the request was immediately changed with a look of pity for him who came with a tired face.

True what Bara said, Dul is a special child. Born into a world without crying and surviving with cheap formula help from the foundation. Dul is small, thin and sickly. Who even to cry as if he did not have the strength is now transformed into a tall and sturdy young man. The five-year-old boy who always cried as much as he could when cleaning his wounds was now an adult. He wiped his tears slowly.

“Dul became the best graduate, Mas,” said Sejah choked. Tears that were hard at his head fell as well.

“Iya, Mas listen. Dul is great. All this time never say anything,” said Bara, along throw his gaze towards the building.

“His power is coming out soon. That's another closure. Come on, we're ready. Ibra had her hair tidied up first,” said Dijah, grabbing Ibra's arm for the boy to get closer to her.

“Mima is neat? Nisa is too, right?” Sejah who nervously fingered and tidied the clothes of two girls who were standing nearby. The two girls just looked understandingly at him.

“Nisa tidy up Mom's powder for a minute, can you?” Annisa came forward as she reached into the small bag she was wearing. He approached Sejah and touched the woman's chin with a sponge in hand. “The powder in this section is somewhat lost due to tears just now. Here I add more .. continue later lipstiknya I add a little. Let me get fresher,” Annisa said.

“Oh, yes. Make Mom look beautiful, Sa. You have to be beautiful than usual. Mas Dul is coming out.” The colon cleared his throat slowly straightening the scarf that was draped over his shoulder. “Where, Mas? Am I beautiful?” tanya Sejah, took Bara's hand and put it in his hand.

“Udah. Very beautiful,” Bara replied with a serious face.

***

“Road to the building doorway. Stay there let me come. Mother.don't be far from Mother. Ibra's been taken by Dad, right? Hello..hello? Mima's? Mbak Nisa .. hold Mbak Nisa,” Dul exclamation on the phone.

“Iya. I have all iket. Mas fast,” reply Mima from across.

Dul breaks through a sea of parents looking for his son. Passing through the mothers who sobbed happily with a pair of hands cupped the face of the child. Seeing the fathers hugging with hands patting the shoulders of the successor who proud of him. Also the hugs of the brothers who were present celebrated their pride.

Determined to prove himself accompanied by the origin of him and his mother, Dul gave something that he considered as a gift for his father who patiently accompanied them all, as well as the figure of his mother who was strong and steadfast.

The conditions of his life were far from enough, making Dul grow into a strong person. His desire to achieve and his passion in learning is very high. All his achievements are gold since the level of sergeant, sermadatar, and sermatutar. Something he doesn't care about in his family.

As an AAU cadet, he has served as a Level II Lemustar member, a Level III Lemustar member, and a Wingkorps Taruna Commander 20XX-20XX. A myriad of achievements were also achieved from a number of races in the AAU. And all gave him silver and gold medals. Last time, Dul became the 1st champion in Military Penthatlon PIKTAR 20XX.

The plan, next month the President will appoint teenage officers of the TNI-Polri Academy in the Prasetya Perwira ceremony at the State Palace. There, he will lead yel-yel Praspa with his classmates.

Dul's hasty steps were suddenly slow. His attention was fixed on a figure in the distance that was no stranger. That time, the view was very different. He had to wait long enough for that day to come.

Sejah, his mother whom he loved, was standing with one hand in his father's grasp. Parents who, as far as their knowledge as a child, never once argued or quarreled in front of their children. The more he grew up, the more he understood that it was impossible. There's no way her parents never had a disagreement. However, Bara's idealism as the head of the family brings them into the atmosphere of an ever-friendly home.

Meanwhile, Sejah was closing his eyes because Annisa was sending lipstick to her mother's lips. It's a very beautiful sight. Two women who were just as beautiful to him were standing face to face.

“Mas! Why quit? Here!” shouting Mima.

“Oh.” Dul continued his steps.

Annisa stopped her hand and Colored instantly opened her eyes. “Mother is beautiful,” whispered Annisa.

“Still,” sahut Colored, then tidied up his shawl.

On that occasion, Sejah felt the hand grasping him slowly let go. Bara let him and Dul meet first. Then, the next five steps felt like a dream for Dul. Colored into the body Dul when met.

“Finally we got here ...,” isak Colored. "We made it, Dul," he continued.

To Be Continued