Dul
028. The Man with Charm

Because of Bara's call from the door that called his father, Dul became a little afraid to step foot. Bara's father must be an old man like Mbah Lanang. The average old man she met was rarely friendly. Maybe because boys his age are known as troublemakers around his abode. The average elderly neighbor likes to yell and get angry if he and his friend laugh. It was a bit noisy, but they never bothered the old men.

Dul slowed down his movement to open his shoes. He lowered his head and pulled his shoelaces in slow motion. When Dul was looking down, he was surprised by the appearance of Bara's face next to him. The man looked down and widened his smile.

“You are indeed a great mother's son, yes …. This movement of yours is similar to your mother when you first came here. Open the shoes slowly. Though will enter also,” said Bara, laughing.

Bara helped him take off his shoes and placed them onto a small shelf next to the door. Dul turned to his mother who was standing behind Bara. If what Bara said was true about his mother who had come to the house, it means that his mother was still as afraid as he was. Because his mother was still unmoved, yet to step inside.

“It turns out the guest has arrived ...” The voice of a man who was very authoritative, made Dul immediately straighten the body. “Ayo .. here. If the door of the house is open that wide, it means that the host is ready to receive guests.” The old man approached them.

The first thing Dul did was to look at his mother. What his mother did first, that's what she had to do. As if listening, his mother also looked. Just for a second they exchanged glances, then his mother lowered her head to shake Bara's father's hand.

Ooo .. turns out salim. Easy ….

“It turns out that his name is Dul …. My name is Wirya, his father is Om Bara. May be called Akung. Greetings, yes ...” Mr. Wirya patted slowly skinny shoulder Dul. “What age is it?” asked Mr. Wirya, looking into Dul's eyes with a serious look.

Dul turned back to his mother. Usually when the question and answer with adults, his mother will be more representative to answer questions. However, that afternoon he saw Bara holding his mother's arm. The man forbade his mother to answer questions. Seeing no help, Dul decided to open his voice.

Is that age?

“My age is six years. My mother said I would go to Elementary School aged six years more because I participated in Kindergarten A and Kindergarten B," replied Dul smoothly. He breathed a sigh of relief after successfully answering that smoothly. Inside him grew a sense of confidence facing Mr. Wirya. Especially when he saw his mother who breathed a sigh of relief. He felt they were passing the exam stage that afternoon.

“His valiant Pantes is like this, it turns out it's been six years. Then we go in and eat. Definitely laper.” Mr. Wirya nodded at Bara and took Dul to walk first.”

Being in the hand of Mr. Wirya, Dul crossed the long living room and living room separated by a high and wide partition. After passing through the living room, they arrived at the dining room. There, Dul was slightly stunned. Since then he thought in the house there was only Bara and his father. In the room there was a woman with reading glasses on the tip of her nose standing arranging the dishes on the table.

“Mas, I have left on the front shoe rack. I take it first.”

Her mother's voice disappeared as her hurried footsteps returned to the front. “Dul .. if this one is his mother Om Bara. The students used to call her Bu Yanti. You're a student, right? The student is the same as the student. So Om Bara's mother was some kind of teacher. Well, sit here.”

Dul nodded without knowing what to say to Bara. He approached the chair Bara had pulled for him and planned to sit quietly. The gaze of the woman with reading glasses and the glare of sharp eyes looked at her, slightly making her gelissh.

“They're Colored already SD?” tanya Bu Yanti looked at Bara.

Kid Colored?

“New school year will enter SD. If now, anyway, still TK.” Bara is still standing next to Dul's chair. His gaze was fixed on the space separator. He was still waiting for Dijah to arrive at the dining room.

“Anak is Colored This is called Dul, Bu ...” Mr. Wirya's deep and calm voice again made Dul look at the figure of the old man.

“Iya, his name is Dul ..” said Bu Yanti without turning his head. His hands were still busy handing out spoons to each plate.

As the footsteps approached, Dul turned to his mother who was rejoining. Bara then pulled out another chair, and the man sat down. The positions of the three of them are parallel. Facing an old married couple who is the host. That afternoon, I even looked like a guest.

“Sorry, yes .. Daddy Mom so late for lunch. Though it was deliberately to the deket mall here. This Mas there bring cake for dessert,” said Bara, pulling a plastic package from the left side of the dining table.

“Yes, nothing. Put it there, Mas. Later I cut into pieces,” said Bu Yanti as she circulated her gaze to the surface of the table. The woman looks to be smiling thinly. Seems satisfied with the results of his arrangement. “Then it is, come on, Colored eat. Today is off, so Mommy cooks.”

“Iya, Bu ...”

After answering, his mother hurriedly lifted her plate and filled it with rice.

Not bad, but I'm scared.

Dul threw a gaze across the table. The woman opposite him said nothing. The glances are only for a second, but fairly often. That's when Dul realized that his mother Bara is a person who has a very important influence in the house.

“Dul likes fried chicken, right? His mother cooked fried chicken too. Cobain, yes .. must be delicious.”

Bara raised a side dish filled with fried chicken that was buried with tanned spices that looked very delicious, then put a piece of chicken to Dul's plate.

It must be delicious ….

“Dijah can take it yourself, right?” Bara gloriously looked at Dijah who was sitting apart from him because of the presence of Dul in the middle.

“Iya, Mas .. can, kok,” reply Colored fast.

They eat quietly. No one spoke until Mr. Wirya started the conversation first.

“This is very close to Colored, Mom. Could be ... big later Dul can look like Bara,” said Mr. Wirya.

“Fins?” Bu Yanti looked at her husband.

“Iya, similar. For the size of a boy, Bara is included close to his mother. The role of the mother who is close to her son is not kidding, you know. So ... indeed Mother plays an important role in the attitude of Bara now-now.”

“Hmmm .. because Mom, yes?” Bu Yanti stopped scooping a lump of rice and looked at her husband.

“Yes, because Mom is too good to be Mom. Being close to Mom, Bara grows up to be a man who values women. Bara will also be a reliable husband, as well as his emotional and academic intelligence are balanced. Kan, ada, ma'am .. a child whose sinter is ordinary but can not control his anger. There are also children who are calm and relaxed to the extent that their academic value is chaotic. All because of my mother's role. That's why I have to appreciate the role of Mom here. Well ... for the next I believe Dul would be like that. Want to bet with Dad?”

Mr. Wirya put down a spoon and try Bu Yanti's arm with a funny face. It was obvious that the man wanted to melt the atmosphere with a long chat.

Actually exactly like what Mom said before leaving earlier. My attitude is the attitude my mother taught me.

Secretly Dul gripped his spoon harder and stared at his remaining piece of fried chicken bone.

“Om .. Can I add the fried chicken? The fried chicken is good, it's finished, but the rice is still there.” Dul stared at his plate and Bara took turns.

Hearing Dul's words, Bu Yanti stood up and held up the plate containing fried chicken. “Dul want which part?” ask Bu Yanti.

“Whichever part tastes just as good,” says Dul.

Bu Yanti chuckled. “OK—oke. Uti kasi aja thigh ..” Bu Yanti put down a piece of fried chicken thigh that made Dul's eyes round happily.

“Makasih, Uti ..” said Dul.

At a glance, Dul saw that Bara and his father exchanged glances in a smile.

To Be Continued