Dul
145. Some kind of Heartbreak

“Lik! Come, berlauin. Banyu and Earth can't play on the road. If the kasian with the nephew means to be immediately asked to step aside. Before Budhe Tini out of the house bring auxiliary tools.” Mima shouted from the car.

Dayat looked at his two nephews who almost resembled twins because they were only a year old. “Nyu, Mi! Entering now. Have you been in the shower yet?” Dayat felt no need to ask about what tools Mima intended. Because the discipline of Tini educating his children is not a mere myth. “Sure your mother again 'there is no brave clock this time has not taken a shower.”

“Mother goes with Father. Not far. Maybe home soon.” Banyu narrowed his eyes towards the entrance of the complex. “That's Dad's car! Come, Mi. Sign in. We have to shower now.” Banyu dragged his sister into the house.

The two boys were not wrong. Tini got out of the car with a suspicious look. “The one that just came in was my son, right?”

Dayat nodded.

“What are you doing here? Come on, come on in. Ignore the girls in his pakdhenya car and the ones he drives. I'm going to pretend I don't see. Login there,” expel Tini on Dayat.

“I'm not a child anymore, Ma'am.”

“Indeed not a child anymore. But if left unchecked you can cause a riot. I don't want to think about those possibilities, Yat. Don't be weird anyway.”

While Tini continued to scout Dayat, Mima had been screaming for him. “Halo..halo….Budhe!”

“Mima is his son critical. Many ask. Don't be lured.”

“Budhe...Budhe Tini!” mima again.

“Tuh, right! Listen to yourself. He must be busy wondering."

“Mending Mbak Tini diem first and turn to the back,” said Dayat.

Tini turned around and exchanged glances with Mima who was pointing at Wibi's car.

“Open fence, Budhe. Let Pakdhe Wibi get in the car to the garage. We want to pass,” said Mima, smiling widely.

“Oh,” says Tini “I guess you're teasing Mima again.” Tini grumbled softly as Dayat pushed the gate and stepped aside for a moment as Wibi put the car in.

“Still, Budhe …. Look at Mas Dul, here. Jago nyetir. Because of age.” Mima deliberately put emphasis on the word old enough when competing with Dayat.

“Hai, Budhe Tini ..” greet Heru. “How are you?” Heru waved at Tini who welcomed the greeting by approaching.

“Kanya if you say the same Pakdhe Mima I should be closer, Yat. Afraid of being wrong,” whispered Tini.

Dayat grunts. “Chat uses text message only if it is.” Tini heard but ignored him.

“If you use a text message I can not see gray Pakdhe Mima. I want to bandingin with his father's gray hair BaBu.”

“Reason,” Ogre Dayat. Despite returning to sneer, Dayat remained standing near the fence.

“I'm good news. Pakdhenya Mima how are you?” Tini was already standing near Dul who was still behind the wheel.

“Good news too. By the way .. the streets of the area have been muter-muter ride the car. Not drunk anymore, huh?” Heru held a smile. It was as if the man was getting ready to laugh at Tini's reply.

“I'm not drunk anymore,” replied Tini proudly.

“Wah, what is the secret of Mbak Tini?” Heru was increasingly holding a smile. Mima waited with two arms crossed in her chest. As for Dul, his mind was not in that place.

“The secret is just a mindset. Before riding in the car I always instilled positive thoughts in me. I say in my heart, ‘That drunkenness is haram’. I said it many times. And now I'm not drunk anymore.”

Heru laughed out loud. “Keren, Mbak Tini.”

“Tuh, right …. Budhe Tini is cool. But Pakdhe can't laugh too hard. Especially if Budhe Fifi sees. Women will not like it if their partner laughs because of someone else.”

“Indeed you are complementary neighbors,” said Heru.

“Mbak Tin, I'm laper.” Dayat called out for attention.

“What's the reason?” shouting Mima.

“Just don't go to Budhe's house just yet. The situation is not conducive. Budhe is daunted by your mother.” Tini chuckled then stayed away from Heru's car.

“What, the hell …. Don't understand,” grumbled Mima. “So, how? Mas Dul is already well driven, right? If it's okay I want to replace.” Mima tried her luck.

“Kanya Pakdhe agrees with his sister Budhe Tini. Learning anything should be old enough. Later if for some reason, Pakdhe can run out with your father. Later learn to drive in two years, yes.” Heru winked at Mima. “Come, Mas Dul …. We're going to the highway. The chat is already booked, right?” Heru pointed at the cellphone that had been held by Dul.

“Udah. Udah dibales,” sahut Dul.

******

“Mas want to bring what side dishes again? Remembered from now on. Two more days to go to Jogja. Let mom masakin.” Colored standing in the doorway of Dul's room.

“That's it, Mom. Don't do much. There is no microwave.” Dul stopped tidying up his suitcase and looked at Dijah. “Common a wide variety of side dishes from Putra and Yoseph also must be many. So enough yesterday. Fish and shrimp. That's it,” said Dul, commenting on a smile.

“If the fish and shrimp balado has finished cooking. That's how you cook for Annisa. Before leaving for Jogja, Mas Dul met Annisa, right? Or Annisa's going to the airport for nganter? If you come let's go the day after we pick you up.” Colored standing in her national dress; a knee-length negligee and hair pinched high on her head.

Dul nodded. “Most likely to follow. I'll be back to Mom.”

Actually, he hasn't asked Annisa anything. He hasn't exchanged news with Annisa in the past few days. The chat was only answered very briefly. He is weighing. If a direct call is most likely not answered, he can embarrass himself if the day after tomorrow directly pick up Annisa to the airport. Dul took a deep breath while scratching his non-itchy head.

“Bu ... side dishes are finished cooking, right? I can borrow Dad's car for anther to Nisa's boarding house?”

The colonized who had left the doorway again turned a step. “Udah finished cooking. Just brought in. But why did Mas Dul have to pinch Dad's car? Why not go up tak—”

“Bby, Mas. Wear aja. The key is in place can.” Bara flashed in front of Dul's room and shrugged as Dijah tightened his jaw. “Nothing, Mom. Instead of Mas Dul carrying a motorbike, I feel more comfortable if Mas Dul bring a car. More secure.”

Before his parents debate became longer, Dul buttoned up his suitcase and went out of the room. “Bu, which one does Annisa make? I want to take it now.” exclaimed Dul from the kitchen.

As expected Dul, Sejah and Bara directly followed him to the dining room. He had forgotten his scolding just now. The woman was busy stuffing the side dish containers into the canvas bag.

“This, Mas. Be careful, yeah. Do not go home kemaleman,” message Sejah.

“Muter-muyer is also a little nothing. Understand, Mom. His son is young. Never mind at all. Moreover, his son Bu Colored was not an ordinary boy. By Letda, you know.”

Got seduction from Bara, Sejah forgot to frown. He even took Dul to the terrace.

After the magrib Dul's journey to Annisa's residence was filled with all the unpleasant possibilities. The worst possibility he thought of was that Papa Annisa did not approve of their relationship. Dul felt his stomach stir when he thought of that.

When the car had entered the main road where a high fenced house with mango trees in its yard was located, Dul had decided to immediately look for Annisa inside. Permission with the boarding house was no problem, he thought. However, the thought was clouded when he saw Annisa and her papa standing in front of the fence. From a distance it looks like we are arguing.

Without any intention in his mind, Dul turned off the car lights and approached slowly until he finally stopped with a distance of approximately ten meters.

The vow. Dul didn't mean to steal the father-son conversation. However, his hand pressed the button opening the window glass to half. Making the sound of Annisa and her papa carried by the wind and arrived clearly to her ears.

“Who does Papa mean manipulative? Dul's? Dul family? It's too late now that Papa doesn't like me dating Dul. Where did Papa go yesterday?”

“Let's pick up the specialist not in this city! They're all good because you're a great doctor. If you don't go to college, do they want to? That's why the family is good with you.”

Annisa shakes. “I do not think Papa can talk rich gini. Why is Papa so good at arguing with me? Who taught you? The woman you asked me to call you Mama? Fucking!”

“Annisa!!" Papa Annisa's hand was lifted into the air.

“Om!” Dul doesn't realize what he's doing. He got out of the car and shouted at the man he had often imagined would be his father-in-law.

To be continued