Dul
172. That Meeting

“I forgot exactly what age. But maybe I was twenty and Dul was ten. If Mima .. Mima was four years old. Not yet in TK. Curly hair at the ends, brown and brown eyes. From a small Mima is very nervous. His son always tells stories and I remember all the way Mima was busy telling me about him who soon wanted to enter TK.” Dayat was silent for a moment. Then it was like something Dayat then cleared his throat. “OK I continued about Dul. I'm sure the brothers made snacks to a mini market near the chicken coop cost. And on the way back and forth, I just found out that Dul is a sentimental boy and a very sharp thinker. Sensi also his son.” Dayat then remained silent.

Tini nodded. “Then?”

“Then what?” Dayat asked back.

“Then continue the story what?”

“Nothing. That's aja. A sentimental child, a keen and sensitive thinker. That’s it.”

Tini snorted annoyed. “I waited patiently from the long sentence of your booker, Yat. What you just told me was the moment you remembered Mima boyhood. I want to be angry .. want to sprain and talk shucks, kok, it doesn't feel good.”

Dayat's face is ordinary. It showed absolutely no change or surprise to hear Tini's words. “I've watched Mbak Tini chat. Can I go now?”

Tini nodded as she raised her hand asking for a plate containing serabi from Dayat. “This is for me. Last time from earlier.”

Dayat stood up, then shook his head. “Got can. I'm leaving now.”

After a split second, a young girl appeared patting Dayat's arm. “Too long, anyway. I thought the fire stand had moved out. Udah kepengin no longer.”

Dayat was frozen in place. Without saying anything, Dayat held out his serabic plate to the young girl. Tini then stood up from the chair and approached Dayat. Both hands are crossed in the chest.

“Oh, serabi for Mima ..”

Dayat and Mima were both silent. But that silence didn't last long either. Mima smiled broadly with a serabi plate in her hand. “Iya, Budhe …. This serabi is for me. I'm using Paklik necis who does not want to wear Mas Dul's reception party uniform to take this snack. Now it's takenin.” Mima held up his plate in front of Dayat. “Still, you know, yes …. Now I'm back at my place. Paklik and Budhe do not fight, yes.”

Mima went downhill with her elegance. Leaving a pair of brothers who exchanged looks.

“I'm also leaving now,” said Dayat.

Tini did not have time to prevent because her arm was patted Mak Robin. “When do we take a photo to the pelaminan? It started the afternoon. Soon the party broke up,” said Mak Robin.

“Come, Ma'am Tini. Mumpung Caca follow Mas Bayu chat there.” Asti shows Bayu and his daughter who are chatting in a group of employees of The Term.

“Quick, Tin. This time we take a picture with the former occupants of the original chicken coop. Your husband and children are also again engrossed themselves.” Boy took Tini's arm and dragged his best friend to the pelaminan.

Four small large adults headed for the pelaminan with the intention of taking pictures with the bride and their friends. Seized who was sitting whispering with Bara suddenly stood up. “Tin! Here..sini.” Stretched out his arms to greet his friend.

“Photos of us, Jah. Later abis also fill pilem tustel Abang it.” Mak Robin immediately took place on the left side of the colonized. Make the bar automatically shifted to the side.

“This is my husband don't get rid of so, Mak.” Seized back dragging Bara's arm next to her.

“The bride is Dul, Mak. Not the same as His. How about, anyway?” This time Boy dragged Mak Robin back to his side.

“Not surprisingly among us all you first who already want to have a grandson. What do you want to be called, Jah? Mbah?" Tini whispered as she walked closer to Dul and Annisa.

“Masa, anyway, Mbah? It can be Uti or Oma. Come on, Tin, you're next to his wife Dul.” While telling stories, Dijah arranged the position of his best friend. “You're next to Mas Bara, Boy. Asti next to Tini and Mak Robin stands at the very end. Let's take a photo first. Fast..fast.”

Almost a day trained to do the same, Dul and Annisa immediately stood up every time a guest approached them. They did not have time to greet the group of friends of the Sejah because the photographer immediately captured the moment at the pelaminan. Plus some photo shots with the Annisa family, making the photo event feel complete.

“Congratulations yes, Mas Dul …. A real man doesn't have much fun. If the partner is already fit in the heart, immediately sat-set to marry. Make a single one definitely ngiri.” Tini smiled sumringah patted Dul's arm.

“Bet also the Tini,” said Mak Robin.

“Robin when is it coming, Mak?” Boy chimed in.

“Ngapain you asked Robin? You're the one who should be asked. When did you catch up with Dul?” Mak Robin nudges Boy slowly with his elbow. But although slowly Boy had staggered and immediately silenced to hear the answer Mak Robin.

“Thank you for coming to our show, yes. This must be Aunt Asti. This is Om Boy, this one is definitely Budhe Tini and the one next to him must be Robin.” Annisa's voice broke the excitement of former chicken coop dwellers at the pelaminan.

“Mas Budhe's Dul now has a wife. His wife is very beautiful,” Tini said when shaking Annisa's hand.

“Originally more beautiful than in photos,” added Asti.

“Which doctor anyway,” added Mak Robin.

“Now I'm Ms. Persit,” timpal Boy.

Among the busyness that occurred between Dijah and his friends who crowded in the guarantee to take pictures and greet, Bara has since been silent to pay attention to the guests in front of him. He was waiting for someone and was getting ready to talk to Dijah about the presence of the person. It could be a surprise of happiness, but it could also be a surprise that opens old wounds.

His head that continued to wander to the entrance finally came to a halt on the several figures of people who entered with awkward faces. Initially Bara also felt awkward, but finally he could relax a little when he saw Mr. Wirya and Heru approaching some of the figures of the person.

“Sorry we are late …. But lately I think it's good that we came in when this reception was almost over. We are worried there is a commotion, or .. we are worried about embarrassing Dul.” A man wearing a batik shirt and pushing someone in a wheelchair started the conversation with Mr. Wirya and Heru.

“Hopefully nothing happened, yes. Now we are all old and the children we think are children are actually also growing up. Children may be older than their parents. Let's go over there.” Mr. Wirya pointed to one corner on the left wing of the pelaminan.

From a distance Heru exchanged glances with Bara who had been staring at them since. Heru nodded and Bara lowered her head near the ear of the Sejah. “There are special guests who would like to meet Dul, Jah ...”

Sejah immediately raised his head and saw three people standing near Heru and Pak Wirya. Face Colored pias instantly. He panicked at Dul. “Mas ...” Sewn sounds choked in the throat.

“Dul already know, Jah. Dul already knew that his biological father could be pardoned during the last appeal. Said..mau meet Dul for the last time.” Bara clasped his hands which he felt began to sweat.

In the distance, Fredy who was already looking very old sat crying in a wheelchair. Both of his hands were stretched out toward the pelaminan. His eyes were fixed on Dul with lips that kept whispering, “Abdullah his son Khadijah ..”

To be continued