Dul
033. Worries

Seeing his mother's helpless state, there was concern in Dul. When he arrived home, the desire to ask was fulfilled when Bara helped him get dressed.

“Mother is sick? I'm sick but I won't die like Mbah Lanang, right?” ask Dul plain.

“Enggak—. Mother Dul is sick because there is a sister Dul is growing in the mother's stomach. You still want, right, a sister?”

“Mau—aku want. Means mom's stomach can be big?” ask Dul again.

Bara chuckles. “Iya. Bener's... It can be big later. Doain your mother and sister healthy yes ...”

“Mother long illness?” Once again, Dul wanted to know how much longer the distance between him and his mother lasted.

“Neg. Not long. So—as long as mom is sick, if you need anything to ask Dad just yes .... Or talk to Mbok Jum. How?” Bara looked at Dul who was trying to digest his words. “Dul wants to be called Mas, right?” Bara also seemed to want to make sure Dul's heart at that time.

“Mau,” Dul reply quickly.

“Kalo so, later his mother shared with sister, you are nothing?” I stared at Dul. “That's divisible, right? For Dul, for dad, for Dul's sister later. Can?”

Dul nodded. If the explanation was that simple, he could understand. Bara can always find words that are understood easily. Listening to the man's words, always makes things so simple

Then Sunday afternoon in their house crowded with the arrival of a group of people. Her mother's friends appeared in the doorway. Dul Sumringah welcomes guests. Moreover, Bara immediately invited Robin to play to his room.

His mother was still lying weakly on the family room sofa. But seeing his mother who was a little cheerful when welcoming his friends, Bara's remarks about her mother's illness will not long seem to be proven.

Dul's pulling some toys out of the drawer. Cars that if stretched will be in the form of robots, mini cars made of iron and have a brand like a real car, like a real car, also planes with real airline names that Bara bought at a fairly decent price.

“Many times the plane, bah. Beautiful times,” said Robin was amazed when all the toys of the plane were lined Dul on his study table.

“Say Dad this is all airlines in Indonesia,” says Dul.

“Ah, not yet complete this. I see there are planes that are not here,” said Robin.

“What is it?” Dul's curious.

“Perkut. I once saw a plane on Perkutut Airlines. Got you no.” Robin spoke while observing the miniature ranks of the planes at the table.

“Ooo, the name is a bit strange. Try later I ask my dad.” Dul nodded with a serious look.

“remember me, right ... kok, many times the toy plane? Do you want to be a pilot?” tanya Robin, lifting one plane with the words ‘SAUDIA’.

“Iya. I want to be a pilot. What are your goals, Bin?” Dul asked back.

“So anything doesn't matter. The important thing is not to be a criminal and do not be a burden on the family. That's what my mom said.” Robin looked at Dul with a wise look.

“O, so ...” Dul nodded despite not fully understanding what Robin said.

The house is again deserted a few hours later and Dul has a task left in his room. Tossing all the toys out of the drawer with Robin earlier. Then, his mother went into the room still with a sarong.

“Mother to sleep here for a moment can?”

Dul's forehead rubbed his mother. “Yes, sleep aja,” Dul replied.

“We get to when to stay here?” The question he shouldn't have asked just slid in.

“Until when?” His mother frowned, while he watched with an anxious look.

“Where is Bara's father staying, then we have to come. Now that Bara's father is staying here, that's why we live here. Why is it?”

“Means next?” Dul has not yet let go of his mother's gaze.

“Seternally,” says the mother.

“If I have a sister from Father Bara, I can still have this room, Mom?”

The room is now transformed as his property. Decorated ceiling shades of the night sky, blue shades of the sky on the wall, colorful drawers containing toys that day and night he visited. The room became the most comfortable place for him.

“Bby. Dul is now Bara's father's son. Bara's father has loved us a lot. That's why we should also love Father Bara. You studied hard, with Mom and Dad. Let you be like Bara's father. That, right?”

“Iya. I want to be like Bara's father. Cool. I love, really, the same Bara Father. Bara's father often carried me to the room when sleeping in front of the tv. Ordinary same Mbah I built all the way. I like being carried.”

The pleasure was finally expressed as well. The blockage in his heart seemed to be released and that night he fell into a deep sleep in his mother's arms.

It turns out that the pain experienced by his mother is protracted. The woman who gave birth to him one day went for treatment and had to stay overnight. Since noon Dul just alone with Mbok Jum.

For hours Dul spent pacing from front to back. Unloading toys many times, feeding fish that are already full, also sitting propped up chin facing the back of Mbok Jum who is very comfortable in the kitchen.

In the evening when he was just going to keep a miniature mockery of the city he was messing with, Bara went into the room approaching. The man smiled, but his face looked very tired. Ever since his mother got sick, he was the most tired man in the house.

“Tonight you Dad brought nginep somewhere else, yeah. Your kasian has no friends at home.”

Must be Akung's house ….

Dul didn't ask much. Bara said that he did not need to change his clothes so he could go to sleep because it was already night. Dul sat on the edge of the bed watching Bara nimbly put all her gear into a backpack.

The occasional stare at him. Maybe you are remembering what else you might have forgotten. Soon they were both in the car. Just the two of you.

“Mother still hurts?” Dul looked at Bara who he considered that night quite serious. Rarely would Bara be so serious if they were just the two of them.

“Still,” replied Bara, turning Dul at a glance. “Dul ...,” call Bara, groan for a moment and then look back at the streets.

“Mmmm?” sahut Dul's. His eyes could not see Bara. What would the man say to her.

“You love Dad, don't you?”

Bara returned her glance at a glance, then the man rubbed his back so gently and warmly. “Honey,” Dul replied.

Of course he loves that guy. Bara is a figure that can easily be liked by anyone. In Dul's eyes, Bara had almost no flaws.

“Since when dear Father?”

You just want this?

“Since riding the first big motor.”

An answer that doesn't take long to answer. The first day the man reached out to take her up to the red bike, she immediately liked. He immediately noticed all the movements of Bara. The way he was dressed, the way the man laughed, even the way the man frowned whenever he was confused to answer his question.

I seem to like the answer. The man nodded and smiled a faint smile as he continued on their way.

If at that time Dul had more courage. Or had Bara continued the question with how much his affection, Dul would have replied that he loved Bara as much as he loved his mother.

That night Bara drove him to Mr. Wirya's house. The friendly old man greeted him at the door with a smile and a carefree voice.

To Be Continued