Dul
029. Sometimes Can Be Wrong

After lunch, his mother was invited to the family room by Bara and his father. I don't know what the beginning of their conversation was, Dul didn't know. He was still sitting in the dining room and bribing the cake Bara bought in the mall. Ms. Yanti was still there tidying up the rest of the lunch with a kitchen assistant.

“Spent, yes ... if children do not eat anything sweet-sweet.”

“Iya, Uti ...,” Dul replied. As he spooned the piece of chocolate cake into his mouth, it slipped and hit the front of his shirt. Unbeknownst to Bu Yanti, she quickly put the cake in her mouth. Unfortunately, a cake spill littered the front of his shirt. Dul pias' face for a moment.

His concentration was torn between the task of finishing the cake and glancing at the dirty front of his shirt. Ms. Yanti walked to and fro in the kitchen. Dul felt he had a chance to take a tissue to clean his shirt. Quickly he pulled out a piece of tissue and poured a little drinking water onto its surface. The water he poured out turned out to be a little excessive and dripped onto the table. Dul hurriedly wiped it. Then with a tissue that was almost formless, Dul rubbed the front of his shirt. Until the affected part of the brown stain becomes dilated and attached to the white powder of the tissue.

Aduuh ….

Dul. Seeing Bu Yanti again walking towards the dining table, Dul could no longer cope with the stains on the shirt. He grasped the trash and the front of his shirt with his left hand. Then he refocused on the cake in front of him. He had to quickly finish the cake and go after his mother ahead.

“It's done?” bu Yanti asked, staring at the empty cake plate and Dul's mouth full. Dul nodded and Bu Yanti lifted the plate and placed it into the sink. “Come, we go ahead.” Bu Yanti waited for a moment Dul got up, then walked ahead.

From a distance, Dul's goal was to hear Mr. Wirya speak. The man's voice grew clearer as Dul's footsteps drew closer. “We are the determinants of our lives. Life is a choice, Colored …. The road is already laid before his eyes. If we still maintain the ego of not forgiving our elderly parents ... or even the deceased, are we able to educate children under the grudge of our past? I don't think we'd be able to do that if our kids were like that to us. Let go of all grudges. Forgive everyone who hurt. Replace with forgiveness because God must have prepared good for us.”

I'm talking to you again Mother ….

“Create Bara as well .. someday be a beloved father. Not a scared father. It's not the age of being a fierce father. Just like a lecturer killer. That would make a child a hypocrite, a liar. Dad, right, never been to Bara.” Wirya then looked at Bara. “If Dad is fierce, you certainly do not dare to confide in Dad. Really not?”

Dul just arrived in the living room and went straight to his mother. He sits in the middle. Between his mother and Bara. He understood the situation at the time that his mother and Bara were chatting and Mr. Wirya gave good advice as his mother often did when they were both.

“Iya .. Dad is not fierce,” said Bara laughed a little, then turned to Dul and rubbed his head.

“Nah .. let alone by marrying Colonized, Bara had to take on the role of the Father a little earlier. There is already a Dul who will follow Bara. Hows it? It's ready, right?”

Pak Wirya's question made Dul's head immediately turn to Bara. He was curious about Bara's answer.

“Ready, Father ...,” Bara said, looking at Dul. They looked at each other and exchanged smiles.

Being busy looking down, Bu Yanti who was sitting across from Dul turned out to notice. “That's his left hand why? His clothes, really, held on? Try here,” pinta Bu Yanti, calling Dul with a gesture of her hand.

Aduuh ….

Everyone who was there instantly noticed Dul. He was sure his mother would also be surprised by what happened. Dul cursed himself for feeling wrong on a day that from the beginning was perfect.

“Which book?” ask Bu Yanti again.

Slowly Dul released the grip of his left hand. “So eating cake, the cake fell on my shirt. I wipe with wet wipes. It's like this, Uti …. Even more dirty,” said Dul, returning to remove the white powder from his shirt.

“Oalah .. so from earlier held continue this way? Afraid of scolding?” ask Bu Yanti.

“Not afraid of being scolded by the power. But fear ngerepotin Uti make clean dirty shirt. That's it, right, Dul?” Mr. Wirya chuckles.

“Ya, already. Come on, follow Uti to the back. We clean. Should have said so .. right, tired of megangin clothes from earlier. Wrong once in a while is nothing." Bu Yanti stood up from the sofa and held Dul back to the back. Leaving behind Pak Wirya and Bara who were chuckling and Sage who were grimacing.

Dul's presence that afternoon at Satyadarma's family's dining table is etched into a sweet little memory. A friendly Akung with a soothing deep voice. Uti who looks stiff, but secretly pay attention and cutting. Also Bara who easily laughs and thinks everything is not a big problem.

The next week is passing quickly. Everyone seems busy. Only Dul felt himself not busy. His work at home is just pacing. Take all her toys out of the drawer, play for a while, then put them back in. Go to the front garden, look at the small fish pond, then go back to the kitchen waiting for Mbok Jum. Her mother often left the house. He said he was taking care of something that wasn't finished. Sometimes some of his mother's friends come along. Most often seen is his mother's friend who has a thick black hair and a straight stiff. His laughter was loudest and his height was probably only half a door.

“Kok, Om Bara don't come to the table, Mbok?” ask Dul one morning. “Mother is also gone, huh?” Dul sits in one of the chairs and waits for Mbok Jum to apply butter to his bread.

“Om Bara is soon a dul father. So I can't see Mom yet. Mother went mastiin the danger is right or not. Yesterday was a bit loose, he said, uncomfortable. Mom went with her. Patience ... soon Dul can see Father Bara every day."

And true what Mbok Jum said. The next week, the crowd in the house arrived. All the houses were filled with flowers. Mbok Jum said, Bara will officially become his father tomorrow.

To Be Continued