Dul
015. New Lessons from Mother

“At the peak of which many arena it?” Questions Dul answered with questions. Just to make sure that his ears don't hear wrong. The dashing man in front of him smiled as he nodded.

“I can try roller coaster?” Dul felt the roller coaster was very important. He too often heard stories without ever daring to ask his mother for similar experiences. Again Bara nodded. This time the man chuckled as he stroked his hair.

Dul put down the spoon and shook his mother's hand. “Bby, yes, Bu?” As much as possible he made a clear look on his face. Although the look was a little difficult to hide the obvious pleasure.

A nod and a sweet smile from his mother made Dul think that it was the beginning of his happiness. Vacation to the top? All this time he only heard the stories of his friends who show off every trip. To the playground, to the pool, or just sit by the beach and bring food from home to eat on the mat.

Dul envied all those stories. He never said anything to his mother. Let alone to the expensive playground at the top, to the mall he never.

His mother always said, “Mommy doesn't want you to want too much if you've seen what people have. Entering the mall only makes us have a lot of wishes.”

And Mbah Lanang also often said things that strengthen his mother's speech. “You must be a child who knows it's lucky. It used to be that your mother almost died and went crazy while pregnant and gave birth to you.”

Really, he doesn't understand what that means. Does every mother in this world really have to experience the things that her mother experienced during pregnancy and childbirth? However, even though he did not understand what Mbah Lanang said, the old man always repeated it every time he asked for something. To the extent that he often forgets what he wants other than to live with his mother.

That day at school Dul glanced at the clock impatiently. Eleven o'clock in the afternoon was very long. This morning Mbah Lanang said that his mother would come to pick him up. His mother would take him somewhere.

Dul roars around looking for his mother outside the classroom. Not finding the woman there, he put his foot out of the fence. And his mother was seen walking in a row towards him.

“Udah long wait Mom?”

It turns out that the look worried about his mother because she felt late to pick up. What's up with Mbah Lanang just relax. “Not long time out, kok.”

From the look on his mother's face, he could confirm that afternoon they would both have fun.

“Mother Dul ...”

The voice of a woman made Dul and Dijah look at each other, then simultaneously turned to the two women who were walking towards them.

“Ya, Bu ...”

The woman who called her mother smiled and waved. Dul was busy remembering if he had problems with his friends until the mother of his friend felt the need to greet his mother.

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“Mother Dul is married again, really, no ngundang us-us? We should be able to use a variety of trus singing sealbum two albums in his recipe Mother Dul."

Singing two albums? New words. I usually sing one or two songs.

Dul turned back to look at his mother waiting for an answer. Turns out his mother just said, "Oh ...."

"Dul's father was handsome, yes, Jeung …. It must be hot now again because Dul's mother dapetnya jejaka singles."

Dul guessed that this time his mother would not answer. It was his mother's habit that it was hard to admit something if it was true. Usually, her mother is silent. The woman who gave birth to it is easier to say no than to say yes. And just one of her friend's mothers said ‘Dul's father was handsome'. That's all he understood. Bara is being praised and the praise is right.

"Excuse me first, Ms...”

The next minute, Dul was taken to the side of the road.

"Where are you going?" tanya Dul looked up at his mother.

"You buy new clothes to go on Saturday. No smile?"

"Mistake. Buy trousers, yes, Mom. Blue color kayak Om Bara. His clothes are also like the ones used by Om Bara.”

"What's his shirt?"

"The long sleeved wear studs. There's alma mater. Cool, Mom. I want to do that."

"We search in the market.”

Asking for nothing has never been so easy before. Some time with Bara, his mother became more generous. That afternoon they were so friendly. They go to the market and tell a lot of stories. Her mother answered all her questions with short answers. Typical of his mother. His face bid the price of goods without pleading. His steps and handrails always felt steady and strong.

“Shortly, Dul.”

Their steps stopped at a beggar who did not ask. Just sitting daydreaming with the bowl that was on his lap. The colonized took out a piece of twenty thousand shards and thrust it directly into the hands of the woman who looked older than Mbah Wedok.

Twenty thousand ….

Dul's eyes round looking at the money sheet. Then he looked at his mother who was walking casually holding him out of the market.

“Why buy rich mom?”

Dul's eyes came back to meet his mother. “Twenty thousand ... very much, Bu.”

“Make us a lot, Dul. But if we have nothing else. Mbok was looking very lemes. It should be that old at home. If you are still out of the house, it means that no one can be relied upon to make a living,” explained Sejah.

“Lemes because you haven't eaten yet? Could be Mbok was sad again.”

“Yes, could be sad again. And not all sad people need advice as well as wise sentences. Sometimes just need a good meal and a good sleep.”

His mother spoke as if to herself. They had already arrived by the side of the road to wait for the shuttles to return home. Dul looked up at his mother. “Mbok it can buy rice with a delicious side dish of twenty thousand from Ibu.”

“Bene. You really are."

A smile joined his mother's words just now.

To Be Continued