Dul
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“Actually the graduation event is what time?” The son asked Robin next to him.

“You never graduated apparently?” Robin embraces the Son's shoulder as he walks towards the Dul family's entourage. The son answered Robin's question with a nod.

“Nah, shake you. Never been graduated. Just like we are. Let's ask Mima Beautiful.” They approached the Dul family, all of whom had prepared for their respective duties.

“Mima is indeed the same nickname that you gave, Bin. Indeed beautiful,” timpal Yoseph. “Let me call Mima.”

Before Joseph stepped in, Robin held him back. “Don't haphazardly call Mima that name. Mima's mood is unpredictable BMKG.”

“It turns out they came too?” Heru pointed at Robin and the Son who walked ahead.

“Mima you know yesterday. They're Mas Dul's soulmates. Let them follow up to convince Mbak Nisa nerima Mas Dul.” application Mima flicked his finger at Heru.

“Indeed why Mas Dul should quickly marry? Let you follow? Can't be fast.” Heru. “You Satyadarma's only granddaughter can't marry too soon. Ra! The ember! Don't get married fast! Pakli …! Pakli …! If Mima wants to marry too soon do not be given yes.”

It is not enough just to talk to Mima when responding to his own assumptions, Heru also had to shout calling Bara and Mr. Wirya to influence him.

“Ckckck .. whereas my father was there. But why the more anxious ones here?” Mima shook her head while putting on a concerned face at Heru.

“Can't get married fast. Enjoy the youth. Do you have a girlfriend?” Heru follows Mima's careless footsteps as she approaches Sukma and Fifi.

“Bulik, Budhe, help me from this chatty Pakdhe.” Mima just casually took a bunch of balloons from Sukma's hands. “Let me share the task to Mas Dul's friend. The first session was enough, right? Second session for parents?”

Fifi also thrust a bunch of balloons at Mima. “Iya, right. Yes, you have participated in the briefing first with Mas Dul. About this chatty Pakdhe let Budhe handle.” Fifi patted Heru's stomach which was squinting looking at them.

After finishing with each default Mima went to approach Dul and his friends to share the order sheet of the event. “Nih, read well. Not much, though. What matters is that no one forgets. The parents have it all sorted out. Mas Putra, Bang Robin and Kak Yoseph did not say much. Worrying is wrong. It's all right, right?”

Dul catches Mima's arm. “Mas not yet..Mas not yet. After congratulations and giving flowers, what else? If Mbak Nisa does not want to receive flowers from Mas how?”

“Perhaps not to accept. Take his hand and sodorin. Then go on what you want to say. Wonderful, deh. Though from the Buru Sergap Combat Unit that operates the F-16 Fighting Falcon, but by the way it only needs to practice dozens of times.” Mima nags impatiently.

“That's different, Mima ..” Dul pinched slowly on his sister's cheek. “Mas does not need to go to F-16 to operate or do not.”

“Fear of being rejected by you?” Robin patted Dul on the shoulder and chuckled. “You've got a handsome gini, bring a fighter, a time of fear of rejection. Don't lose the same confidence I brought a pickup that contains a gas cylinder.”

Dul cleared his throat then looked at the clock on his wrist. “Gugup,” sahut Dul.

“Please congratulations. Keep shoving those flowers. Tell him if the flower is not accepted, you can't go to the next paragraph. That's aja. What suck? Duma said, I can sometimes be adorable.” Robin whispered to Dul as he said his last sentence.

Dul's eyes twinkled and nodded steadily. “Siap, carry out!” yells.

Dul took a breath and tidied up his clothes just before the door of the hall opened. But before actually approaching the door his gaze was fixed on a little boy who was no stranger to him. The little boy whose picture is often seen by Annisa every social media open his papa. Her other biological sister's mother. Although Annisa remains her only daughter, Annisa is no longer the youngest child. The brother brought by his mother was also two men who were still sitting on the bench of Junior High School and Elementary School.

“Ariz?” greet Dul to the little boy. The boy called Ariz turned his head and removed his hand from a middle-aged woman.

“Massive Pilot. Ariz remembers the picture on Kak Icha.”'s phone Aris pointed to the flight wing emblem embedded in Dul's left chest.

“Meeting Kak Icha often? When was the last time you saw me?” Dul ended up squatting down so that Ariz would not look up too much at him.

Ariz shook his head. “Nearly meet. Brother Icha is good but often pouts. The rich don't like me. Today I want to see Kak Icha in her graduation uniform. Mama said today Brother Icha won't frown on me. You are already a great doctor.”

Dul rubbed Ariz's cheeks. “Kak Icha will not pout again to you starting today.” Dul then stood up and held the boy's hand towards the open door.

Behind Dul, everyone was whispering. Ibra pouted a little when she saw Dul holding Ariz. “Meet new sister,” murmured Ibra.

Mima elbowed Ibra's arm. “Heh, not ashamed of what? Udah gede, already SMA time frowning because of small children. Kasian is Nisa's sister. Mas Dul said their lives were ordinary. His brother was not at the time of his papa success. Papanya Mbak Nisa has not been as great as his first job.”

Ibra then silently looked at the boy who was indeed from his clothes also looks ordinary. His heart immediately melted as the boy who was being held by Dul looked back with a timid face looking at them one by one. Ibra took the time to wave. “Hai,” greet Ibra.

Ariz saw Dul's face, then saw Ibra's face. Trying to guess that the two men are brothers because of their resemblance. Ariz. “Definitely Mas His sister Mas Pilot. Similar!” Ariz smiled proudly for sure his guess was correct.

Ibra and Mima laughed as they waved at Ariz. And all the attention was finally on the peak of the day's event.

Dul approaches Annisa and hands her a bouquet of flowers. The words of congratulations have been said and it's time to go to the second session. Before entering the second session he stopped for a moment to admire the beauty of Annisa in her toga. The girl's hair was not covered. Just tied a ponytail and given the impression of curls at each end. From the arm of the toga Dul can see Annisa wearing purple kebaya. Very sweet, whispered Dul in the heart.

“Abdullah ...,” call Annisa. Dul's reaction was only one of his eyebrows raised. Makes Annisa have to repeat the call so that the mood that hears it is better. “Mas Dul ... All parents why should you come? Akung and Uti too? Seriously? What's up, anyway?” Annisa looked back to see her parents. Papa and mother stopped two steps behind with gazes fixed on the group of parents who were present that day to support her son.

Dul cleared his throat while reaching into his pocket. He took out a small box of velvet and opened it. “Good day, Om. I'm asking permission for this.” Dul shows Papa Annisa his velvet box. “Doctor Annisa ... today, I; first Lieutenant aviator Abdullah Putra Satyadarma intends to propose you as wife. Under the gazes of the old men back there, I hope you won't reject me.” Dul unravels a necklace that he will wear to Annisa.

“Wait .. wait. You have ever laid an impersonation on me. Is this sleeping again? Keep lashing out? Till when? I don't want to keep getting applied but it's not clear when. Over time,” Annisa pouted and looked unenthusiastic with a gold necklace with two letters A that Dul was holding.

“Nothing in. You heard first.” Dul looked back. Looking at Mr. Wirya who was staring at them with a dignified smile. The man nodded steadily at Dul.

Dul took a breath. The plan changed a little. Would everyone nag him if he changed the plan just a little bit? He could not see Annisa who was pouting in her beautiful kebaya.

“I proposed to you for today. We're coming to your Papa now.” Dul took Annisa with Ariz on his left side. Dul stands up straight and wears his hat in front of Annisa's parents. “Om, Aunt .. today I want to apply for Annisa to be my wife. Not just applying. If Annisa is willing and Om gives her blessing, I will marry Annisa today.”

To be continued