Dul
003. TK Dreams

Dul does not know the reason why the man who holds the title of father for him never appears during the day. Rarely so. Once upon a time came to the house and cried out his mother's name. At that time, her mother was not there.

His father kept screaming in disbelief when Mbah Wedok said his mother was not there. After Mbah Lanang came home from the stall and said that his mother was not there, then his father believed. From that incident, Dul realized that the man named the father, more trusting his Mbah Lanang words.

In recent days, Dul felt his days were quite calm. His mother also looks more cheerful and says that the last two days his income scavenged the garbage quite decent.

From his mother, Dul heard that next week he could go to school. Dul managed to register at the last moment. His uniform was taken from school and his mother bought a new bag for him.

“Dul, everything is complete. Except shoes. You still have good shoes even if they are not black. If you wear that one first is nothing, right? I asked her to school, she said nothing. How?”

“Nothing, Mom. My shoes are still good. I got this already seneng.” Dul opened each bag of his new bag and saw a set of stationery that was still wrapped in plastic.

“Later if the shoes are damaged, mom immediately buy a new one. Mother again cumpulin money,” said Dijah.

“Make what?” Dul still looks at his bag.

“Make a move kos. It seems like the man already knows where Mom lives. He can come there humiliate Mom.”

Dul looked up at his mother. “Mother scared?”

Sejah nodded. “Mother is scared because there is you. If Mother why, then you will not have any friends.”

At that time Dul did not answer. But, he understands. Her fear is the same as that of her mother. Dul also feared that his mother had left him. At the age of four and a half years, Dul quite understand about the concept of ‘why-napa’ spoken by his mother.

A few months ago, a neighbor died in a single motorcycle accident. The neighbors came and the neighbors were no longer visible. Dul asks where his neighbor was taken. His mother said that the dead would be put into the ground.

Then his mother gave advice. “That's why every time you leave the house I don't like it. That's because I'm worried you're okay. It feels like in this world Mom only has you Dul. If you don't exist, for whom else do you live.”

Since then Dul understood the meaning of someone who left the world. He must hear all the words of his mother. Don't want anything. She wanted to be the reason her mother lived in the world.

From his writing equipment, Dul turned to a supply place. “What to charge, Bu?” Dul raised a red stock with a picture of his favorite cartoon character. Ultramans.

“First day to school Great mother masakin. Egg fried rice.” He smiled back to look at his son. “Yesterday Ibu masakin nasi goreng for Mbok Jum who is sick. Said delicious. Though there is no such thing. Eggs only,” connect Sejah.

“Egg fried rice makes Mom really good. Mbok Jum bener,” said Dul.

One of the most commonly called her mother. Mbok. The old woman his mother met at the garbage dump. Vaguely in his memory, Dul once heard his mother say Mbok Jum who taught him to scavenge garbage that could be sold back. Mbok Jum also once gave his mother money when pressed do not have money to fill the stomach tomorrow.

"Mbok Jum ngasi Mom money, Dul. Not pinjem. Sometimes people do not have it can indeed be more royal than the rich. Royal because you often know how it feels not to have money. It can still live."

Subsequently, Dul put the name Mbok Jum into the list of people his mother likes.

And that afternoon, Dul again released his mother in front of the door. Her child's heart hopes that the next week will come like lightning. He wants to go to school and make new friends.

His gaze after rubbing his eyes became bright when he saw his Kindergarten uniform imprinted on the door handle to the kitchen. Dul got up and came to his uniform.

“Still anget and fragrant. Newly ironed Mom,” murmured.

He had not seen his mother there. But who else would bother to spray fragrance when ironing other than his mother.

“Bu,” call Dul from the doorway.

Sejah. “Eh, wake up. Come on, take a shower now. We have to leave early. The first day, we have to find your class where,” said Dijah.

The tiptoed Dul took a towel from a nail on the outside wall of the bathroom. Once he shook, the towel fell on his face. Five minutes in the bathroom, her mother came in to help her brush her teeth. Directing should be to the part where he brushes first. His mother also taught him to wash his face with a bath soap that was given a little water and rubbed until foaming. The first bath tutorial he obtained and embedded in his mind until adulthood.

“At home no one. What is left?” dul asked when he realized that there was nothing in sight.

“Died. The door doesn't need to be locked. Who wants to come in and help? His house is nothing. If the television is broken, it cannot be sold. Habitually wear. It also must be thumped first new flame.” Sejah chuckles with jokes that if heard by others can even make people grimace.

Dul smiled hearing his mother's special joke that was always sharp in the ears of others. His mother then closed the lunch box containing yellowish egg fried rice that was appetizing.

“Bread breakfast first, Dul. Mother bought from a baker who used to pass by at the boarding houses. Fried rice for school breaks."

"What bread, Mom?"

"Sweet bread, kayak Mother.”

Dul took the bread while smacking his smile. His mother's excellent mood, too, brought calmness to him. First day of school was fun.

He finished half a glass of warm sweet tea and a loaf of bread he dipped in tea.

The picture of the kindergarten school he had just entered, fulfilled all his expectations. A large page with a variety of tools to play. Colorful walls and benches as well as small tables for each student. Also the shelves are located parallel to the blackboard where the students keep the textbooks that are not taken home. All of these things add up to what he considers to be his property. Chairs and tables of his own, shelves inscribed with his name. Dul was very proud and happy to sit in that class.

If another mother waved from outside the classroom while calling her son's name, different from her mother. The woman who gave birth to him just stood with her bag and stared at him with a very serious look. It was as if her mother was making sure she liked her new school.

No need to wait for his mother to ask, Dul waved at his mother and smiled widely. That's when her mother's look seemed to depict relief. His mother returned the wave and smiled. Then, from a distance his mother gestured by pointing towards the fence.

Dul nodded. His mother wanted to wait for him outside. Yes, of course, his mother is different from other mothers. His mother believed that he did not cry or act out on his first day of school.

It adds to his confidence. Sure that his mother thinks that he is a child who can be trusted and does not act annoying.

To Be Continued