Dul
161. That Happy Day

In addition to the two cars that Satyadarma's extended family boarded, it turns out there is one more car that follows behind.

“Faster a little more, Bin. The car is too slow. We will miss important moments if this is how.” Joseph tapped on the gear stick with an impatient look.

“What Yoseph said just now. We're gonna be late. These are crucial moments,” added Putra with one hand holding on to the pickup door.

“Heboh time muzzle kelen, yes. If this pickup can pass Hummer Pakdhe, surely tomorrow Pakdhe sell Hummer then buy pickup. Can't you just go out? Rather than repotting your body, back off a little, Put. Out of all those spies you close.” Robin leaned over his body patting the Son's arm blocking his vision into the rear-view mirror.

“About Abdullah or Robin got married first? I was curious" Yoseph said with a gaze watching the heavy traffic in front of them.

“Bah! Why are you curious about me and Dul? Son is also unmarried,” Robin said.

“But the Son is getting married in the near future. Next month is very close. I am interested in the love story of Robin and Abdullah. Robin is back with the Duma. Yoseph happy.” Yoseph, who was sitting in the middle, laughed, patting Robin on the arm.

“During the return of the Duma is not included in the great sin, I will fight for it.” Robin chuckles.

“Sepang terribly happy that has not jomlo. Surely it will have a lot of stories if you have reversed the same Duma.” Son sneering.

“Jomlo it knows a lot of theoretical science. Practice that I don't know when. Don't be so trivial, Put.”

“Important I'm glad you've turned the same Duma. You guys actually fit.” The son looked at Robin whose smile instantly expanded. Understand very well because if his friend actually really likes the Duma.

“I'm happy to reverse the same with the Duma. What matters is that I told him. Our relationship is just dating, not husband and wife yet. So, I said to the Duma, ‘You don't act like God. Must do his orders and stay away from his ban.’”Robin then laughed out loud.

“Thanksgiving Duma always given patience. That's Pakdhe's car already in sight. Finally this pickup shows its ability. Gasjack, Bin!” yoseph.

Robin bit her lower lip because of the fanfare of driving that morning. While turning the steering wheel away from other vehicles, Robin occasionally jerks the steering wheel. “Gassing..Step on gas you say, Seph. If it crashes, my head is stepped on by people.”

“Finally .. we nyampe too,” exclaim Son.

“The idea of Robin coming to the Annisa campus is indeed amazing. We can still witness the sacred moment of Abdullah.” Joseph began to dress up his clothes.

“Actually this wasn't my idea. We're here thanks to information from Beautiful Mima. He said we have to support him in order to get married quickly. Let's park next to Pakdhe's car. Occasionally Hummer is coupled with pickup.” Robin carries his pickup through the portal of the multipurpose campus building and continues to drive after Heru's car.

When three cars are in the parking lot, it doesn't take long for everyone to get off.

Mima came down with a bouquet of flowers in her arms. Ibra is busy with a thick white cardboard inscribed with ‘Happy Congraduation dr. Annisa Inayah Abbas Sp.PD’, Sejah looks busy tidying up Dul clothes. Clap the dust that is not there and straighten the collar of his son's uniform. “Udah handsome, Mas Dul her Mother. Hopefully everything is smooth,” said Dijah.

On the other hand, Heru helps Fifi and Sukma tidy up colorful metallic balloons. “Udah neat and already quite a lot. Annisa must be the center of attention,” said Heru.

“I think it's too crowded, Mas. Balloons mostly.” Sukma tried to arrange the balloon so that the balloon did not wave too conspicuously.

“That woman actually likes to be the center of attention. Say, ‘What, anyway? Make shy.’ But it likes diliatin and diromanticin. Yes, right?” Heru poking Fifi's cheeks.

“It's done cleaning? Come on, don't be long.” Bu Yanti spoke as she poked the handle of the bag onto her elbow. “Well, does it work? Ms. deg-degan. What if Annisa doesn't want? If the Annisa wants to but the papa is not allowed how?” Bu Yanti's face did look anxious not made up.

“By the way don't be too hard. Don't pass the pessimist on to others. Look at Dul's style over there. His body is higher than Bara. Unswervingly, dashing with air force uniforms and the rank of first lieutenant. Refusing a man so to be a son-in-law needs a stronger reason. Let's see together. I'm sure Dul can.” Mr. Wirya filed his arm to embrace Bu Yanti.

While wrapping his hand around Mr. Wirya's arm, Bu Yanti whispered, “But this plan of Dad made a sigh. Bara and Heru agreed. Make women unsettled.”

“All is in order. We're ready to have great-grandson.” Wirya smiled at Jumawa.

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His heartbeat may be heard by others so nervous. Annisa reemaas the tissue in her grip until it is a splinter. His head continuously turned to the pair of large doors that were already closed. While returning her gaze to the podium, Annisa's gaze stopped on Papa and mother.

Remember what he said yesterday in a short message. He will not want to see Dul again if his lover does not come to his master's graduation. And Annisa's worry that day was only one. Will an Abdullah do anything challenging to come? He became even more restless when the hall door was closed.

The greeting by the word of welcome passed just like that in Annisa's ear. One by one the names of graduates in each faculty have been read to the MC mention medical specialist education. Annisa straightened her back and turned to the entrance for the last time before preparing to climb onto the podium.

“Our name will soon be called,” whispered a girl next to Annisa. The girl who came from Bandung and later close to Annisa.

Annisa nodded. “A minute. I'm getting nervous,” he said while tidying up the toga. Not nervous to be called to the podium, but nervous if you have to accept the fact that Dul could not come because he did not want to make a scene.

“From internal medicine specialists. Doctor Annisa Inayah Abbas.

The MC's voice mentioning her name and the fact that Dul has yet to appear there makes Annisa's knee even more limp. Her tears could spill at any moment. He went up to the podium and said, “Thank you, Sir, Bu.” to everyone who shook his hand. His heart was sad not broken.

“Very good, anyway,” said Annisa when stepping back into her chair. Before actually sitting he had time to return a wave of hands from where papa and mother sit. He was just aware of Ariz Ghazali Abbas; a six-year-old boy who was his biological sister from another invisible mother that day. Ariz used to always greet with a friendly and cheerful no matter how good he was. “Today all compact not coming,” flowed.

To be continued