Dul
153. Either That's Farewell
"But I want you there. I'm waiting for you. I really wish you were there." Annisa lowered her head and started sobbing. Dul's hand touched his shoulder, but he quickly shuffled.
"We have to slow down. I want your Papa to know me more closely. Talk like me and Dad talk. Like me and Pakdhe talk. Like a grown man. I want to be considered, Nisa ...."
Annisa wiped her tears and raised her face looking at Dul.
"I am a child who since childhood used to see the harmony of my friends' families. Ever since I was a little girl I didn't know a man I could easily call Father. The figure of the father I knew; the one in which my blood flowed was the light man whose hand often wounded the mother." Dul swallowed his hard-earned saliva. Throat's choked. "Every day I pray and never stop hoping for a second that Mother will be reunited with a good man and will accept me and Mother as his family. We need protectors, Nisa."
Annisa's cry came to a halt and all her attention was now pouring on Dul.
"Dad took us as his family. Fortunately ... I didn't have a daughter before Mom. Dad's never been married and I don't have a partner competing for Dad's attention and affection. And lucky for me, that Dad never discriminated against us. I who are not his flesh and blood get the same attention as my two brothers. Sometimes I even feel like you're paying more attention to me." Dul chuckled as he wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes.
"I imagine that the woman you refuse to accept is desperately present as a new person in Papa's life you are a woman whose fate is the same as my mother." Dul smiled grimly. "I'm sorry, Nisa. The existence of a family for me is so important that I feel I cannot bear to sacrifice the integrity of your family for our relationship. I was once in a position to desperately want the presence of a father. I was rejected in the company, I was excommunicated, I never felt it was not considered, until a dashing man took me in the bonnet of his big motorbike. He even gave me his last name. It could be ... The half-brother your Papa is trying to get closer to you, could feel the same way." Dul red Annisa's hand lying on the woman's lap.
"But I want you there. For such a long reason does not allow you to not come, there is no news. Then the nelfon just said sorry," said Annisa.
"Because I appreciate your Papa. I follow your Papa's will because I want your relationship; your relationship is all right. I asked for maat, Nisa. I still love you. I always loved you."
"You have no effort, Abdullah. Almost two years you just send a message to nanya tidakan.” Annisa let go of Dul's hand.
“I'm in Jogja. In dormitory. If you don't reply to my message, what should I do? I know you're all right. You just avoided me.”
“You can ask Mima to come find me, call me or be ready. You have many friends who can...”.
“I don't want people to know that we're not okay anymore. I don't want to, Nisa. Don't think I don't have any effort. I'm looking for you to the boarding house, he said you've moved. I'll call your number with anyone's number, still no answer. Then what should I do?”
“Find a new girlfriend who is not my rich problematist,” cetus Annisa.
“I want to make our promise. I want to wait until Papa you can accept me.”
“If my papa can not accept you how? Youwait? Until when?” Annisa's voice started to fall.
“Until next year. Another year. I must have gone home. I'm going to talk seriously to Papa..”.
“So, is this all about you? Do you not know or pretend not to know? I'll get another specialist, Abdullah. If you want to be too polite and worry about your name being smeared as a good boy, you have to please my papa by waiting for me to finish specialist. Two or three more years. That's also if our feelings haven't changed.”
Annisa stood up from the chair. “Everything .. late." Annisa. Disappointed, sad, angry, upset, all spilled into one.
"If you judge me to be effortless, slow, or slow, it's because I haven't been able to take my promise to the real point. Even to this day it cannot. This bond of service completes another year from now. It could be a little longer. I don't want to come to your Papa, but I don't want to come empty-handed. Please permission, Annisa Inayah Abbas...."
"It turns out this is his ordeal" said Dul, standing up from the chair. Now they stand staring at each other.
"What trials?" Annisa's annoyed face turned curious.
"Ult .. when I was a child, while still living in the house of the late Mbah Lanang, I always felt every day my life was a trial. After meeting Dad, the ordeal changed with all kinds of fun. Everything went well. My education, my obsession with making parents happy, being a child of pride, everything went very smoothly. If you could say my difficult times as a child I only felt for a moment. Only up to first grade SD. The rest I can keep together Mother. My life feels easy. I often wonder." Dul chuckled.
"That's nothing?"
Dul ended his laughter. "If my life is smooth .. I often wonder which trials?"
"So ...."
"So ... That's another year?" Dul looked expectantly.
"Nearly impossible, Abdullah. When you didn't come to my graduation, I decided to do what you wanted. Obey what Papa wants. Whatever it is. You want me to be a filial son, right?"
Dul took a deep breath. Filling his lungs with as much oxygen. "Anything is that?" reset Dul.
"Yes. Whatever Papa wants me to do. I'll take the specialist as Papa will."
"Two years of this year's girlfriend?" ask Dul.
"No chance. I'm busy" Annisa said.
"Husy or waiting for me?" ask Dul.
"Not yet in mind" replied Annisa. "I want to clean my clothes. We have to go home tomorrow. Once again ... congratulations on graduating as the best fighter pilot in the force. Mas Dul is always proud.”
“Can confirm something?” Dul took a step forward. His left hand grabbed Annisa's hand and grasped it.
“What? Ensuring what?” Annisa's starting to know the direction of Dul's question. “Ta-next year .. means ... Another year I can't. Thats impossible. No one should be dipastik—”
Annisa did not finish her words. Dul already cupped his face and fused their lips together.
To be continued