Dul
168. Their Effects
If asked to choose one of the most perfect days in life, then Dul chose the wedding day is one of the most perfect days.
That was because Dul knew that the memories of that day must have been clearly imprinted in his memory. He will remember this event throughout his life. The happy faces of Satyadarma's extended family who chatted like a reunion.
From a distance Dul also saw the enthusiasm of Bu Yanti welcoming her colleagues from the university. Dul looked down and whispered in Annisa's ear. “That's Uti's friends on campus. Although Uti has long retired, but still diligently gather with his friends.”
Annisa also looked at the place where Dul was going. The woman then nodded. “That's chat what? His words are still very familiar.”
“Uti is still actively participating in many activities from campus. Still often invited as a speaker in Dul tilted his head. “The chat is really fun. Usually if it's so Akung just smile and sit still.” Dul's words were accompanied by his half-dreaming gaze.
Because the look of Dul's eyes continued to be on Mr Wirya and Bu Yanti, Annisa asked, “Ada who would like Mas Dul to convey to Akung and Uti?”
“Mmmm .. if there is anything I want to say is .. thanks. Thank you for taking care of and educating Dad until he can be the figure I know. Before becoming a fighter pilot, my ideals had the last name Satyadarma.” Dul chuckles while nudging Annisa with his shoulder.
*****
Bu Yanti's spirit was still burning at the top of the reception. Like an agile butterfly, Bu Yanti was unceasingly stopping by the table of her comrades. The old woman's explanation to each guest is almost the same. “True ... My eldest grandson who is male. Bara's son. The rank of First Lieutenant. Combat aircraft. An Air Force Academy. Brawny, right? Not feel it. The boy who used to be brought to people's wedding receptions, now makes his own reception.” That explanation was always followed by Bu Yanti's carefree laughter and the flickering of the little fan in her hand.
Mr. Wirya nodded in part to justify his wife's words. Or occasionally add, “From childhood Abdullah is indeed a disciplined child.” Or add, “This time we have offspring besides being journalists.”
Satisfied to talk about what he felt was worth knowing about and his relatives, Bu Yanti again sat next to Mr. Wirya. The two face the brides and accidentally meet their eyes with a couple. Bu Yanti waved and her hand immediately received a welcome from Dul and Annisa.
“Daddy is grateful we can still sit side by side and see one of the sights that we are certainly grateful for.” Mr. Wirya took Bu Yanti's right hand and held it near the knee. While half fondling, half swinging that hand, Mr. Wirya again continued his words. “Senja we've arrived, Mom. We cannot repeat the day again. Now it's time to just sit looking while sometimes taking care of the mess the kids are doing.” Mr. Wirya laughed a little.
“Dad must have heard what Mom said to friends earlier. Listen, right?” Bu Yanti turned her head to look at her husband. He looked back at Dul and Annisa in the distance when Mr. Wirya had already nodded. “Here rich Mom became the hardest man when Bara wanted to marry Dijah. My mother's heart is long. Though at that time see Sejah pity .. has not been destroyed. Even the ones who made the boy disappear. Who now sits in the veneer. It used to be taken where there was not much talk. Every road holds my hands. Dad remember not?”
“Remember. Until there is a question to Mother what her grandson is scolded continuously for seeing Dul more silent and submissive. Keep Mom asking Dul to make installment.” Mr. Wirya chuckles. “Everywhere people ask grandchildren who want to be in them if taken everywhere. Mother even asked Dul to be more active and installment. Until Dul we take it to the restaurant every weekend to be taught to be more cheerful. We must secretly let Bara and his wife fear. And funny again .. Dul still nurutin us. Not reporting to his mother's father. Now I'm thinking that Dul actually sees us as pathetic parents, huh, Mom? He actually understood what we were doing, but he remained silent to appreciate us as elders.
“True. I agree with what Dad said. The kids actually know what we're doing. But they chose silence because they did not want to deal long with us. But I'm sure in the little heart every child tucked away a desire for us to understand.”
Mr. Wirya nodded in affirmation. “Ah .. Abdullah Son of Satyadarma …. The boy managed to grow up and was successful in the hands of Bara. And Bara is the child you raised, ma'am. The most successful here it .. yes, Mom.” This time, Mr. Wirya's hand moved from Bu Yanti's lap to his wife's shoulder.
“Dad was even thinking about Dul and Annisa who certainly would rarely go home. His duties in Magetan. We will rarely meet.”
“Mother also called Bara Akung. Akung or Opa? Or even Grandpa?” Bu Yanti thought seriously for the sake of that nickname.
“Or Mbah? Dul used to call Mbah to his parents. It could be Mbah Lanang and Mbah Wedok. Dad immediately imagined how Bara was called Mbah.”
The pair were whispering and laughing with fun. Telling little things that have not escaped their twilight memories. Sometimes their laughter gets rippling. Sometimes both are silent after saying or hearing a piece of the story that shed their tears.
“After Dul ... I can't wait to see Mima have a family. I hope we still have time, Dad. Curious about what kind of man Mima married.”
“Mother curious?”
Bu Yanti turned her head to look at her husband. “Absolutely Dad not curious?”
Mr. Wirya shook his head. “Neg. Dad not curious.” Then blink an eye.
Bu Yanti immediately gripped Mr. Wirya's arm. “Mima must have known her boyfriend to Dad. Aye, right? Who?”
Mr. Wirya chuckled. “Never before, but I'm not curious. Can, right?” Still laughing. “Mother don't pout. Rather than wondering who Mima's boyfriend is, Mending I'm curious there's a special guest today. Hopefully Dul can complete his happiness today.”
“Who?”
“Mother wait aja. That's why Heru sits so far away from us?” Mr. Wirya pointed at the little family of Heru who was gathering and also whispering.
*****
“It was nobody. Only college friends who met again at a press seminar in Indonesia last week. That's when you don't believe it?” Heru's lips almost stuck to Fifi's ears when explaining the thing that made his wife's mouth conical.
To be continued