Dul
002. One of the Beautiful Memories

Another memory that imprints Dul's mind is when his mother comes with an anxious look. His mother went in and out of the house as if she wanted to convey something to Mbah Wedok who was sitting in the kitchen while peeling yams. Although his mother passed by many times, he did not ask the slightest question. His mother was very late in her work.

“Bu,” call Colored, approach his mother.

“Mmmm?”

“Tomorrow I want to register Dul in Kindergarten. I took the brochure away. But my money is less. Less than a hundred thousand, ma'am. If you have a money cut that I love all this time, can I use it first? I will change in a few days. Ada?” He was squatting next to his mother.

“Mother's Money doesn't exist, Jah. What you love every day is done shopping. Make a Dul snack too" said his mother.

"Well, you don't have any ngasi? He said a week ago he was working at a building materials store. Follow help with lifting. What's his salary?” Sejah stood looking at his mother in annoyance.

“Not working anymore. Just two days. Your father says his waist hurts,” says his mother.

“Which hurts more with starving stomach? There are men who are not willing to work. Sleep continues also tired.”

“Do not nag here—”

“Mother if bela Father never thought of my feelings. I shop every day because Dul's here. Not to eat a father who is still healthy and willing to work. I guess what I'm more of can be simplified. Ta's done. Turn need to borrow a hundred thousand or none,” ketus Sejah.

“Where isn't it over? Your brothers never want to spend money. Just to fill his parents' stomach. What is the point of having children if no one can help parents? Everything is stingy,” serve his mother.

“That's Mom's business with Kakang. Mother and Father of their parents. Go talk to yourself there. Don't nag him, I'm the only one horrified. Turn people come here, treat him like a minister dateng.”

“Weigh the time-wasting ngomel, mending you pinjem same person.”

“Whose pinjem is the same? Does anyone believe that someone as hard as I live is willing to borrow money? Even the same people who are destitute with me, do not like the horror of my destitution story. Especially the rich. Yeah, had. I'm goin. Free to have family,” murmur Sejah, leave the kitchen.

While crossing the family room that doubles as a living room, Dul pulls his mother's arm. “Where to?” Dul deliberately said softly while glancing at the kitchen. Worried Mbah Wedok heard their talk and chimed in. He didn't want to see his mother back fighting.

“You work,” reply Colored. “What's really why? You ate, right? If you eat now take a nap. Don't mess around outside, hot.”

“You are coming to work,” replied Dul.

“How much work? Don't do it, Dul. Mom is in a hurry now. Don't ask for anything weird. Yeah, had. Mom wants to shop for merchandise. On the big field there was a labor demo. I want to trade mineral water.”

“Let Mother have a nemenin. I want to be with Mom.” Dul glanced back at the kitchen.

Sejah sighed and took a glance at the kitchen. “Outside hot.”

“I have a cap.” Dul did not take his eyes off his mother. Want to make her mother understand that afternoon she really wanted to come along.

“Take the hat,” pinta Colored.

Dul quickly went to the corner of the room to the colorful container drawer located next to the television. Only four container drawers were in his possession as possessions. A few pieces of traveling clothes, house clothes, and talcum powder and telon oil that his mother bought. He pulled out a hat from the bottom of the drawer and put it on.

“Already, Mom,” said Dul, rubbing his face to look fresher.

“Before, Mother fill drinking water first.”

Dul went out of the house and put on sandals. Do not want to linger inside because his mother could have changed her mind because of Mbah Wedok's words. His worries were not proven. Soon her mother came out and put her bottle of water in a canvas bag, then carried it.

“Do not fuss, yes, Dul. I want to do extra for you to enter TK.”

“TK is expensive?” dul asked, looking up to see his mother's face. The woman was holding her hand and they walked out the alley.

“Actually not expensive, not cheap too. But make us the hard money.” Colored laughing.

“Yang cheap aja nothing,” said Dul lowered his head. Feel bad if his mother has to go out a lot of money for the pleasure of entering Kindergarten. The sight of children playing and joking in the yard of a Kindergarten is indeed very tempting for him.

“You are cheap or expensive, the task of finding money is Mother. You don't have to think about that. Should also not need to come this afternoon.”

“Wait here. In many people,” says Colored on Dul.

A man took out two boxes of mineral water as well as a large packet of tissue containing four dozen small-sized dried wipes and placed them on a store terrace. His mother is seen pulling money sheets from a small wallet and thanking him when she exits the store.

“Ayo, leave. May angkot not rame its contents.”

The cargo they were riding in turned out to contain only three people. Dul sat next to Dijah while holding a large packet of tissue.

The large field where the demo took place was still crowded with people. But some have started to move to the outskirts of the field to find shade. He lowered his wares to the side of the road and lifted them one by one. Dul follows where his mother steps and keeps one cardboard of mineral water while the other cardboard is being taken.

That afternoon, Dul learned the value of the money sheet his mother gave him when he whined for a snack. Armed with two bottles of mineral water, his mother to and fro offered merchandise. His mother was very persistent and confident. Even when some men said that his mother was beautiful and unworthy of trading under the hot sun, his mother seemed to casually respond.

“Dul, how many left?” tanya Sejah's.

Slowly Dul counted the remaining tissue he held. Several times he had sold some because someone asked him directly when he was busy seeing his mother. Day went up in the afternoon. His eyes were a little sleepy and his stomach was getting hungry. In his heart he grimaced. Gather up the resolve that he won't tell his mother. He convinced himself to hold his hunger until he got home and had dinner.

“Mothers aren't tired?” ask Dul. He laughed and walked closer.

“The video is done. The mineral water is a little more. It has to run out. Let there be an advantage. Yes, there was someone who did not want to be returned. Mom gets more money. Pretty,” said his mother.

Dul glanced at the remaining seven bottles of mineral water. A little more, and the contents of the field began to shrink. Only a few people remain. Sit in groups and exchange stories.

“If you don't run out, mother loses?” dul asked again, trying to calm his worries.

“Gak Loss. I have benefited a little. The remaining seven bottles of our profits. The remaining four wipes, huh? It's nothin. Later if it does not run out can be saved. No need to worry. God has justly poured all his provisions into the earth. It is only we who have to make an effort to catch it. If we are given more sustenance, it means we can share so that the sustenance is evenly distributed.”

Dul sat on the edge of the field listening to his mother's words with his eyes slightly sleepy because of the afternoon breeze.

“You laper? Sleepy, huh?” tanya Sejah's.

"No laper,” says Dul.

“Means you are laper. The answer was first,” his mother chuckled.

Their conversation halted for a moment as three men walked over carrying large plastic bags.

“Two, Mom? We share this, yes .. the demo participants have returned home a lot. That's the trade, huh? Here we are wholesale. Make additional drinking water. You fill the rice box Just mineral water glass.”

Dul saw his mother was stunned for a while when she received four rice boxes from one of the young men. The other men put money in and bought the rest of their merchandise.

“Thank you, Sir. Cheap fortune,” says Colored with sparkling eyes.

“Sama-sama, Bu ...”

Three men went by and the boy's mother silently looked at each other. Dul felt that afternoon got the durian crumbling.

“See, right? We don't have to worry about sustenance. It's your sustenance, Dul. Mother trade alone even never get rice box expensive restaurant. Come on, let's see the contents.”

Dul smiled and nodded steadily. Receiving a box of rice that his mother poured out and peeking inside.

“Lauknya much, Mom. I eat right away, huh?”

“Iya. We eat right away. Mumpung everyone in the field also again eat,” said Sejah.

Dul saw his mother remove the cardboard adhesive of mineral water to make it a seat. Her mother's eyes were sparkling, slightly reducing guilt due to her Kindergarten cost. That afternoon was one of Dul's fond memories with his mother. Both of them sit on the edge of the field enjoying the expensive rice box restaurant. His mother's trade ran out, and his Kindergarten entrance fee was slightly helped.

To Be Continued