Dul
143. Positive Affirmations

“Annisa is sitting here. Quickly. Others have started eating.” Sejah picked up Annisa who was pecking at the middle door and drove her next to Dul. “If there is a phone can be connected later. Now eat. Here's the plate filled.” The colonized put the plate in front of Annisa and filled it with rice.

“Still, Mom,” Annisa said, then cleared her throat to let her voice out of the esophagus. After hearing her father's words on the phone, Annisa felt her throat dry. “Sorry late join, Akung, Uti, Pakdhe.

“Nothing. I told you you received a phone call. Now eat. Which side dish do you want?” Dul touched Annisa's shoulder. Prevent the girl from continuing to nod at everyone at the dinner table.

“I use a side dish which is all, Mas Dul,” Annisa said jokingly. The corner of his eyes awaits Dul who must have looked at him because of the name just now.

“If you have called Mas means there is something you do not want if I get to know.” Dul scoops chicken stew and capcay onto Annisa's plate.

“Nothing. Everything is safe under control.” His hand was holding Dul's hand under the table.

Dul let it not because he was sure that everything was safe to control. But more because the atmosphere at that time requires them to look cheerful. Although Annisa's joy could not hide the sad look in her eyes. Until the time passed felt so fast for Dul. He was too busy talking with Mr. Wirya and Bu Yanti, until Annisa had to try it again when passing through the house.

“Udah malem, I want to go home,” whispered Annisa.

Dul spontaneously saw the clock on his wrist. “Sorry..sorry. I'm dropping off now. I'll wash my hands first. Afterwards we excuse Father Mother.”

Annisa held Dul's arm. “I went home alone, nothing, really. There is still Akung Uti, I am not good ..”

“If you are not delivered, I will get scorned by Mom. I won't let you go home by yourself either. Whatever the story.”

Annisa felt she could no longer argue. Ten minutes later he was already wearing his bag and saying goodbye to all the old people there.

“You used Pakdhe's car? Park it outside. You don't have to bother getting out of Dad's car from the garage.” Heru thrust the key Hummer always proud because he said he always looked more dashing when driving it.

Dul shook his head weakly.

“Kok, don't you want to? Don't hesitate. What's afraid Daddy's mad?” Heru looks disappointed.

“I can not drive, Pakdhe ..” whispered Dul slowly.

Heru. “Wah .. how is this prospective fighter pilot can not drive? I just realized, you know, Ra …. Why can't Dul drive?” Heru repeated his question. His face looks unbelievable.

“You when to learn it? Yesterday was education. Every time we went home we rarely saw each other for a long time. I work, Dul busy— anyway before entering SEKBANG, I guarantee Dul already can drive. Tonight between Annisa using a taxi only.” Bara did not continue that as long as he was busy working, Dul was also busy to and fro with Annisa.

That night, Dul drove Annisa in a taxi as usual. The journey home was different that time. Not only is the body tired because almost all day outside the house, but the minds of both are just as tired to think about things that they really do not have to think about at that time. Annisa thought about the meaning of her father's words, while Dul thought about when Annisa discussed the telephone conversation with her father earlier.

The exhaustion led them to an awkward farewell. They nodded at each other in front of the fence and waved each other away. Adequate rest is an option for them for the next meeting which is expected to be more cheerful.

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“Mas Dul in two weeks must leave for Jogja. I also want to get out of town and have to finish work before Mas Dul leaves. So ...” Bara tucked the backpack over his shoulder. “So Pakdhe Heru who agreed to become Mas Dul's tutor to learn to drive. Start later in the afternoon with Mima as well.”

“Mima learned to drive too? Still underage. Then even why-napa.” Dul escorts Bara's steps to the terrace.

“Mima hasn't learned to drive. Just come with me to take care of Mas Dul said.” Bara chuckled at his own words.

“Make care of Mas Dul,” Reset Dul.

“Dad also couldn't believe it. Mima was invited by Pakdhe Heru. Maybe let Mima get a namein. Pakdhe Heru can not concentrate in any case if the surrounding is not rame. Just anyone who matters should rame. Yes, already …. Wait afternoon.”

“Why am I not invited?” Ibrahim appears in the Colonized.

“Ibra don't have to come. Just a drill. Mending accompany Mom at home,” cut Colored.

“Lagian Ibra is still small. Later Ibra does not understand adult conversations,” exclaimed Mima from the car.

“Have only one daughter, every day her ideals want to quickly mature,” tirade Colored.

“My eyes are a doctor, Mom. Rich Sister Nisa! I don't have to worry,” added Mima again.

“The more you talk about it Mother is getting worried.”

“If I'm worried about being a doctor, I could be a fashion stylist, designer. Or... Did I go to law school? Or maybe a secretary? There are still many professions that need beautiful women. Anyway Mother ...”

Sejah shook his head with a wave asking Bara to leave immediately. “Quick, Dad. Ibra will be late. Dengerin Mima talking will not be finished until afternoon.”

Bara chuckles after kissing Colored cheeks. He had to quickly get into the car to calm Mima who every day changed his ideals.

The awaited afternoon came quickly. Mima was already wearing jeans and a top that formed his body plus a small colored sling bag to accompany Dul that afternoon.

“I'm beautiful, right?” mima asked as she arrived at the terrace and saw Dul sitting on a chair.

“Beauty, kok.” Dul answered without even looking.

“Padahal has not been seen, but the answer is very tight,” grumbled Mima.

“From before Mima nanya, Mas have seen Mima come. After all, the name of the beautiful woman will always be beautiful wearing anything. Time is every time. What is Mima insecure?”

“Not insecure. But the woman always needs a confession. If said Akung, affirmation, Mas. Acknowledgments. Equally rich feeling of love, dear. It needs to be said occasionally. Akung said that. Do not-don't Mas never talk about love and love to Mbak Nisa?” Mima looked at Dul in full search.

“Ya, ever,” replied Dul directly.

“Kok, I don't feel sure, huh?” Mima scratched his chin. “What needs this afternoon Mas learn to express feelings while learning to drive?”

“Mima ...,” Reprimand Dul.

“Oke, if so. Studied both. I'll send a message to Pakdhe first. In a moment Pakdhe will definitely nyampe to pick us up.” Mima typed something on her phone then went to the fence and opened it wide. “Come, Mas. Pakdhe deket.”

“Bu ... Me and Mima go first yes!” Dul just exclaimed despite the slim possibility of Dijah hearing it.

True what Mima said, as soon as the fence was opened Heru's car was seen approaching. Mima was waving like he was stopping a taxi until the black Hummer stopped and the driver's windshield opened. Eliciting a figure with sunglasses, sideburned and dimpled when smiling. “Hai ...,” greet Heru.

“Hai, Pakdhe …. This afternoon Pakdhe looked very handsome,” said Mima.

“Hai, Mima …. This afternoon Mima also looks very beautiful,” welcome Heru.

Dul frowned looking at the strange gawd of the two people in front of him. Mima approached, then whispered in his ear. “I and Pakdhe are practicing positive affirmations. The lesson begins, Mom. Let's go.”

To be continued