Dul
042. Everything There's a Time

Bara arrived home early because his intention to see Mr. Wirya was canceled that day. His father is still in Rumah Aman; a shelter for women and children who are victims of violence that requires assistance during legal proceedings. During his retirement, Mr. Wirya is now active again there. Bara made an appointment to meet at lunch tomorrow.

For the matter of Dul, Bara has given a picture to his father. He and Mr. Wirya agreed to discuss it with Dijah and Dul separately first.

That afternoon, no one approached Bara at the door. Usually, the colon is already on the terrace every time you hear the sound of a heavy fence door being shifted. Or Mima who splashed out to collect any snacks that he always prepared in the car to take down. No matter how small the snacks, Mima will soar-jump happy. Or it could be Dul who usually goes out to help open the fence and wait for him to put the car into the carport. That afternoon was quiet. Bara wondered where all the residents of his house were.

She took off her shoes and entered through the front door. On his shoulder was a backpack and his hand was holding a plastic minimarket containing chocolate and snacks for Mima, as well as Dul.

“If you do not want, then your Pakdhe who is there will come here. Bring in a Legal Aid Institution. Are you not the same as Mom? I don't want to see them, Dul …. Mom doesn't want.”

The crying voice of Sejah had already been heard from the living room. Bara continued to move his feet towards the family room. Then came the screams of Dul.

“I don't want to .. I don't want to!”

“Dengerin I—”

“I want Daddy aja—”

The voice of the mother and child's debate made Bara speed up her footsteps.

“But your biological father was there! Not the father here!"

“Wed!!”

Unaware, Bara shouted. His sharp gaze moved between Dul and Dijah who were both crying.

“What is this? Does no one appreciate Dad as the head of the family?” Bara took off the backpack and placed the package on the floor.

“I don't have another father besides Dad, do I?” Dul stood up from the sofa and turned his body facing Bara. His surprise changed with something even more important. That is, Bara's answer that satisfies his heart.

Bara ignores Dul's question for a moment and turns to look at Dijah as hiccupped. “You didn't want to say what yesterday? Mas said wait .. Mas talked to you first not for this. I just need to calm my heart just as confused. Why are you impatient?”

“I don't mean anything, Mas. I'm just worried that Dul's gonna turn down and talk rudely to Dad. I'm scared, Mas …. How are we both different. I don't want to be ashamed of us.” He sobbed and looked down on the back of the sofa.

“Then why? Are you and Dul ready? Have you been so many years still can not believe Mas?”

“Ayah .. answer me. I don't have another father besides Dad, do I?” Dul's tears melted to his cheeks. However, his eyes were firmly asking for an answer.

“Dul ... Should I tell you how? I don't like it either, I don't want to. But we have to accept. When do we lie to ourselves?” He lifted his face to look at Dul.

Bara looked at Dul, “Denger Dad used to—” His words were cut off by Dul's words.

Now Dul stared at Dijah, “I don't have a father inmate. I have never had a father before. I never had a father. Why are you talking like that? I don't want—”

“Originally you know, I also never thought you had a father. Mom used to take care of you alone. I slam my bones alone so you can live better than Mom and any human in the world. You're Mom's son. Look at your birth certificate. You are Mom's son. No one else's name was there other than my mother's. Until whenever you're still Mom's son, Dul …. But someone else wants to see you. Assume there is someone else who wants to see you. Can't you ask for help?”

“Dijah .. please appreciate Mas here. Dul ... go to the room. We'll talk both. We'll talk about these two. You and Dad. Mother is pregnant. Dad worried—ya, geez .. Dad should say how?” Bara clucked anxiously looking at Dul who was increasingly shining disappointment at him.

“You heard what Dad said just now? Go to the room now. Later Daddy's followed.” Sejah shrunk her tears.

Dul snatched his cell phone from next to the television and circled the sofa accompanied by the gaze of Colored and Bara.

“Nobody wants to answer my question. I just have no father but Dad, right? If no one answers, let me ask myself to the person who wants to meet me.” Dul ran past Bara and darted out of the house through the front door.

“Dul! Dul's! Ouch!” pekik Sejah, holding his stomach.

Bara ran out to meet the fence that was a little open. Enough for Dul to escape his thin and tall body. The top of his head is visible outside the fence. Run through the front of the house to the outside of the complex. One thing I've noticed lately. Dul inherited the shape of his father's tall body. The boy who entered his teenage years is getting taller. Even past his mother's height.

“Dul! Dul!” call Bara, then stop. The sky was already dark and the neighbors could hear the commotion of their families.

“Aduh ...,” stub Colored.

Bara's footsteps were stuck near the fence. “Dijah ..” The embers instantly turned his body back inside.

“Daddy ... Mas Dul? Where's Dul going? Mother why? Sick mother ...” Mima stands near the Colonized. Holding her mother's grimacing knees down onto the back of the sofa.

“Mas Dul out for a while. To his house. Iu—we help Mom first.” Bara sat on the sofa and shrugged his shoulders. “Jah .. Which one hurts? Stomach hurts? You're not okay? Anak Mas ain't nothing, Jah?” Bara hugged Dijah so that the woman's body was leaning on him. His hands go down his back Segmented past his waist, hips and arrived at the back. “What bleeding is not? You do not make Mas afraid .. come on, we go to the hospital,” Bara said. His hands were still groping the back of his wife's body.

To Be Continued