Dul
140. Accidental Introduction

“Halo ...” Heru looked at Dul and Annisa alternately. The pair of young people froze in their respective places. “Do no one want to answer Pakdhe? Or ... do not want to know who is the beautiful woman in this Bara Wirya Satyadarma family home?”

Be it Dul or Annisa, both of them were aware and almost moved in unison to approach Heru.

“Pakdhe, recognize this Annisa. Friends of Dul started from Junior High. Annisa, know this Pakdhe. Pakdhe I'm a cousin of Daddy.” Dul's voice was flat and stiff.

“Pak Letda don't be so stiff. There is a frown because it is called a friend from SMP.” Heru raised his eyebrows to Dul.

“Not an ordinary friend,” timpal Dul directly.

The conversation came to a halt as the key child rotated from within. The face appeared. “Why doesn't anyone knock on the door? Her guests have been chatting outside.” I opened the door wide. “Come, Nisa in. Mother inside.”

Annisa nodded at Bara and Heru, then entered the house without seeing Dul. Annisa's ingenuity, observed three men who then exchanged looks.

Heru then shook his head. “Ckckck ... it's called a woman is snacking. Knows no? How did his face look, right? Wrong itself …. Must say use word ‘friend’.”

Bara embraces Dul's shoulder and brings him into the house. “Not to worry. Dad is also Mom's friend. Life friends, fight friends, chat friends, kidding friends. Akung said, the love in the household was for a while. The rest throughout life together will be filled with forgiveness, cooperation and mutual understanding.”

“Udah speaking household only. Bara's father seemed to have been so keen to fondle grandchildren.” Heru chuckled as he entered the house.

Starting from the living room, Heru dyed. Enter the dining room, then walk to the back porch, then back to the dining room. His eyes looked for something. Dul who followed Heru finally realized and asked, “Pakdhe nyari what?”

“Definitely nyari girls.” Sewn onto the dining table put down a large bowl of chicken stew. “Girls were asked to bring side dishes and vegetables to Budhe Tini's house from an hour ago. Not yet returned.”

“One hour? What happened at Budhe Tini's house for an hour? What to call?” Heru pulled out his phone and searched Mima's phone number. “Ibra is also non-existent. Just realized really quiet from earlier. Ibra to where?”

“Ibra yesterday 'not given home with Uti. He said today, right, dinner here. Soon it may be until.” Bara helped lift the plates that were asked to be colonized to be brought to the dining table. “Here busy nyari kids. Children are given permission to study abroad. Though the child is the only one.”

Heru laughed a little. “If not because of the scholarship and persuasion Fifi, I also will not let my son study abroad.” Still holding his phone, Heru pulled one of the chairs and sat down facing the dish. His gaze was half stunned into the bowl containing the chicken stew. “What is it time we wait for our grandson, Ra?” Then the view of Heru met with Dul who was putting a glass of water near Annisa. Dul immediately shook his head by raising both of his eyebrows. Bara chuckles.

“Budhe Fifi what time is it here?” Dul tries to distract the two nearby adult men from the married and child chatter material. It's not that he doesn't like to talk about it, but with Annisa around them, he's worried that it will be difficult to control his reaction.

“Budhe Fifi is coming soon. He came out with his friends. His friend resigned because he joined the husband's duty abroad. By the way, why are you sitting here? Intentionally blocking Pakdhe's view of Annisa? Turns out you're possessive too, yeah.” Heru chuckled looking at the young pair nearby. He only realized that Dul's tall body was blocking his view from Annisa who was looking down folding tissue.

Dul and Annisa seem compact not to answer. Just smiling touching every object on the surface of the table.

“So Mima can't be called yet, huh? I have chocolate for him.” Heru who is indeed bored, looks careless.

“Mima continues ...” Dul muttered without glancing at Heru.

“The money, right, you can buy it yourself. Lagian ... now it's Mas Dul's turn to make chocolate for his sister, make this friend also.”

Heru's answer about friends makes Dul a crime. Annisa's face was back in a frown. And before Dul squinted his eyes at Heru, the man had already chuckled back. It is certain that Heru will now disturb the Sejah and Bara who are busy in the kitchen.

“Pakdhe if you want to phone Mima, call now. It's been over an hour of food at Tini's place. Every time I forget to go home. Even at home.” The colon raised four pieces of chicken that had just finished frying.

Heru again pulled out the phone while pointing at the fried chicken. “Which one has?” ask Heru.

“Paha has Ibra. Don't take. Mas wing only,” replied Bara. “It's still hot, you know. Can you wait at the table? No need to follow us both here. This jammed,” said Bara.

Hearing his father's nagging, Dul pulled the chair that had been occupied by Heru. He then patted his back. “Pakdhe sit down. Budhe Fifi is coming soon. Akung, Uti and Ibra will also arrive. Mima left. If you want to call Mima now, please.”

As he asked a small child to obey his words, Dul held back a smile because Heru instantly fainted. Heru sat sweetly next to Dul which Bara then came to with a small plate containing fried chicken wings whose smoke was still steaming.

“Nih, can be contaminated now. Careful it's still hot. Here's the knife, here's the fork if you don't want to eat with your hands. Let the antennas and do not disturb people in the kitchen.” Bara thrust the spoon in front of Heru.

“Pakdhe nelfon Mima first, ah. Wondering why so long in Budhe Tini's house. Mima used to go there, huh?” Heru started looking around for Mima's name in the contact list.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Budhe .. This Mima brought side dishes from Mom!” Mima shouted loudly in front of the fence. The first-class High School student was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt that fit on her body. Brown curly hair and cheeks that are reddened by heat make Mima look very beautiful and also. His lips pursed because the door was opened for too long.

“Budhe!” yelled Mima again. “Budh—” Mima's remarks come to a halt. A person's hand takes over the tray he is holding.

“Let me just hold. You want to scream again? Or want to tick the bell inside here?”

A handsome man with a haughty face pointed at the usual bell section behind the middle fence wall.

“Pickers aja,” pinta Mima indifferent.

“Can slide?” The man shook his chin. Obviously asking Mima to step aside.

Mima retreated with a sneering look. “Please.” Mima invited with both palms up. He observed the young man in a suit at the end of Sunday afternoon. The sweat point on the man's forehead did not make his hairline shift. Mima took two steps back to see what the man came in the vehicle. “Oh, ride black sedan,” murmured Mima slowly.

The man in front of him continued to fumble around the inside of the wall. “Where is the bell?” asked the man in a voice filled with annoyance.

“Belnya broken. Long time ago. So don't be so stupid! Om who, anyway? Step aside, let me call Budhe Tini.”

“Whispering. Diems. Let me just knock the fence. You stand there. You're Dul's sister, right? Not nervous with me?” ask the man.

Mima. “Whatever should remember?” Mima asked back.

The man did not snort and started shaking the fence. “Mbak Tini! Mbaaaak!”

“Stop! Stopping! Just come back here, come together, really, even wrecked the fence. A minute!” Tini shouted from inside the house did not lose loudly. Not until five minutes, the gate opened and Tini's figure appeared in front of him. The woman immediately hugged the young man in front of the fence. Made Mima flabbergasted and hurriedly took back her tray from the man's hands. “Mbak kangen! You—"

“Pssst! The budhe! Budhe!” Mima raised her eyebrows. Code about her being there. “Ehem! Budhe, who is it?” Mima looked at the man who hurriedly tidied his tie.

“This Paklik Dayat. What's not inget? Here's champ. Definitely heavy. Come on, all go in first.” Tini took a tray from Mima's hand and sauntered into the house. “Close the fence, Yat!” Tini's screams are heard again.

“Click close the fence, yes ...” Mima grinned on Dayat.

“Sorry? Paklik?” birthday Dayat.

“I guess om-om, it turns paklik-paklik,” pibir Mima. The girl then enters following Tini.

The sound of the gate clanging sounded almost simultaneously with the knock of shoes on the terrace. Mima looked back. His forehead wiggling. The memory of the greeting ‘Paklik’ was just a little stop in his head. He once felt calling someone Paklik, but did not really remember his face. Was that man Tini's younger brother who had moved out of that house for a long time?

“When to get from California? Dateng did not get word. I have no cooking. Good luck Mima nganterin side dish.” Tini and Dayat looked at Mima at the same time. “Today's study schedule was canceled. Budhe wants to chat with Paklik Dayat.” Tini on her tiptoes was about to touch her sister's ears, but Dayat dodged.

“No need to cancel the dance schedule. I'm nothin. I ate it straight away.” Dayat pointed to the tray that Tini had just placed on the dining table. He took a moment to look at Mima who threw his body on the sofa in front of the television. Dayat approached Tini who was moving the side dish. “Mbak ... it's Mima Mas Bara's son, right? Kok, it's so big. So pretty's. Do you have a girlfriend?” Dayat whispered in Tini's ear.

“Pwiti…. Your eye! (Your eyes!) She's still sixteen. You're twice his age. Don't macem the same girl Satyadarma's only family. Kasiani. He has Pakdhe whom I have always admired, his father adored women in the office, masnya TNI AU, his sister is also a boy. Don't you just add my mind. Where is it Asih? Far away from college master to California can not be bulek? Even glancing at ABG. Don't macem anyway. Come, eat!” Tini encouraged Dayat to stay away from her.

“Mima .. let's eat together Paklik,” exciting Dayat.

“Yat!” Tini clenched her teeth.

“So pretty, Mbak ...”

“Ndasmu!” Despite cursing, Tini could not prevent Mima from entering the dining room.

To be continued