Dul
016. Mother Hero Eternal

They've arrived in front of the alley. On the right-left of his mother's hand was clutched in a package containing groceries. There is no need for a luxury mall to make Dul feel rich. Simply going to the market and buying an item with just a single bid already made his heart filled with more than enough taste.

“Since there is om Bara, I have a lot of money, yes ...”

"The clothes you buy are indeed using money from Om Bara. I've permission."

"Mom would, would you, be the same wife as Om Bara?"

Must not be answered again ….

"Saturday if you go, don't ask for a lot of strange yes …. Do not talk strangely also to Om Bara.”

Not answered ....

"Artist yesterday, I call you Bara Dad. No anger, really."

In other words, Dul just wanted to make it clear to his mother that the man named Bara did not mind being called father by him. His mother remained unmoved and finally she puckered her lips.

They arrived at the house accompanied by Mbah Lanang's gaze full of suspicion. Shifting his gaze for a moment from the television to stare at all the newly placed parcels on the floor. His mother was as adept as ever. He asked her to take a shower because she had been outside for almost all day.

From inside the bathroom he heard the conversation of his mother and Mbah Lanang. The conversation was high-pitched and quite loud. He can still hear it quite clearly.

"Saturday, I'll take Dul for a walk, yes, sir. Please wake up quickly. I'll bring her clothes. This just bought a shirt. Want me to wash first.”

I can wake up in the morning by myself, Mom …. I can get ready myself.

No matter how his mother said she believed him as a child, still in some ways her mother remained in disbelief. Prefer to say everything to Mbah Lanang. Dul clucked in his heart.

Furthermore Dul remembered his feelings that day was his increasingly obvious sense of regret to Mbah Lanang. He considered that Mbah Lanang hindered his happiness. There are good people who want to take him and his mother for free walks, but even hostile. While the man who tortured his mother was instead left to roam near them.

"In the stall, people are busy bringing it to me. Who is the same man who was killed? Watch out for a man who's more of a dick than Fredy."

"Are there guys who are more dick than Fredy? Where's people? I want acquaintances. I just said I wanted to take my son for a walk, really, so noisy. If you can't talk about it at least don't talk about it painfully, sir.”

When stepping out of the bathroom, it turns out Mbah Wedok was already sitting at the kitchen door. I don't know how long it's been. Because Mbah Wedok never spoke when Mbah Lanang and his mother argued, the presence of the old woman was often not realized.

Dul rushed to his mother who was preparing new clothes, combs and white powder that were nearby. The discussion was halted due to his arrival. His head turned worriedly looking at the faces of Mbah Lanang and his mother who were both tightened due to their respective annoyances.

The reason why Dul will still assume that his mother is an immortal hero to him. The woman who gave birth to him was strong even without a shield. Always be able to comfort her with the most soothing words.

"It's gonna get eaten, yeah. Her snacks saved. On Saturday morning, I'll bring you here. Don't sleep late malem.”

"Yes. On Saturday I promise to wake up quickly" replied Dul with relief. They will leave Saturday.

The debate between his mother and Mbah Lanang continued in a language he did not understand. Maybe Mbah Lanang has assumed that the longer he understands the more things adults talk about. And now Mbah Lanang chose the regional language to still be able to attack his mother with words that he did not understand.

Although he did not know what his mother said to answer Mbah Lanang, but Dul was quite happy when his mother quickly left the house and slammed the door.

“Where to go?” asked Mbah Wedok when Dul was in the kitchen with a face full of powder that his mother wore in a hurry. Mbah Wedok sat in the back doorway and grabbed his hand to crouch down. The old woman helped him tidy up the powder.

“Mau to the Playground at the Peak."

"Same of Mom's friends who ride a big bike?"

Dul nodded. "That bounces me to the stage of art," explained Dul.

"His people are nice to you?"

"I was taken for a walk. Om Bara is good, Mbah. Good to Mom .. good to me. If you talk to Mom, her voice is soft as Mbah Wedok when talking to Mbah Lanang. Not too stingy either. I like it,” reports Dul on Mbah Wedok.

Mbah Wedok did not answer. Just smoothed the powder on Dul's face a little longer.

To Be Continued