Dul
043. Find Friend

“Mas .. My stomach is stiff. Mules …. Where's dul? Where's dul? Dul's gone from home, Mas. Dul left home because I.” Colored roaring in the arms of Bara.

“Mother. Mas Dul goes …. Father …. Mas Dul go ...” Now Mima was crying in Bara's arms.

“Nothing. There is no bleeding. But you mules ... contraction? It's not enough week.” All the words of Bara are more to himself. “Mbok .. Mbok Jum,” Call Bara.

Bara made sure his voice reached the kitchen and made Mbok Jum come immediately. He who during his life can be counted let out a shout, that afternoon had shouted more than twice in his house.

“Nak Bara call Mbok?” Mbok Jum appeared with a wooden sutile in his hand.

“Iya—iya, please take Mima to her room. I want to take Dijah to the hospital.” Bara held Mima's hand and thrust the little girl at Mbok Jum. “Can stand? Want Mas Carp?” Bara held onto the shoulder of Sejah whose face was already deathly pale.

“I can't contract, right? Not enough weeks. My son will not be healthy. I hold it, Mas .. It's not sick, it's nothing. A little bit, really. Find Dul aja, Mas …. It's malem. Dul can go where,” isak Sejah.

“Please horrify Mas this time. You sit quietly here. Wait Mas readyin car,” said Bara, rushed out to re-open the fence wide. After starting the car, Bara went to the passenger door and opened the door.

The sky was getting darker and his worries were also increasing. Colored contraction and Dul went out of nowhere. He ran back inside to meet Mbok Jum who had put his silk down and sat on the floor holding Mima. “Mbok, I went to the hospital. Do not forget to close the fence, but do not lock it. Who knows Dul not long,” Bara message.

The night had just come and he had just arrived home. Now he drives to the hospital carrying the grimacing Dijah along the way. With the view he was getting. Sweeping along the edge of the road looking for the figure of Dul who had not long left the house. He could check his phone to find out where the boy was. Dul brought a cell phone. His heart calmed down a little because of that. Upon arrival at the hospital, he will see where Dul is.

“Because of me, Mas …. Dul left because I,” softly Succeeded, rubbed his stomach.

Bara was silent, glancing towards Dijah and also rubbed his wife's stomach. His mind was branching out everywhere. Sort out what he had to do first, and who could help him in that situation.

Crying and grimacing were the things that the Colonized did along that journey. Arriving at the hospital, an emergency room doctor immediately performed an ultrasound. Their babies are fine and the contractions they experience can be caused by stress and mind burden.

“Tonight treated first, yes, Jah. I am not calm if only the medicine continues to go home. What if it hurts again?” Bara stood at the side of the bed with one hand on top of his head.

“Dul, Mas ...,” whine Colored. “I'm nothing. I'm looking for Dul. Mima was alone too. Mending me home.” Colored pulling Bara's shirt with a languishing face.

“Mother is at home nemenin Mima. You don't have to think about it first. You are soon taken to the ward. Stay a while, okay? Mas want to call Dad.” His hands were unceasingly wiping away Dijah's head. Hoping the Colonized would loosen up a little grip on the front of his shirt.

“Find Dul, Mas ...”

Bara pulled out his phone and opened the MAPS app. Just two seconds for him to find the LOCATION SHARING feature and see where Dul's phone is.

“See this ... This is Dul. The phone's still on. Dul is at the outlet of fried chicken SPBU deket Polsek. Maybe he's waiting for someone he knows to be questioned. Anyway you're in good health, Jah …. If you are sick you cannot think.” Bara lowered her head to kiss Dijah's forehead long enough. Slowly, Dijah's grip on the front of his shirt loosened. “Rest, yes. Mas nelf—nah, this is Daddy nelfon. Mas answer first.”

Sejah nodded and Bara walked out of the emergency room.

“Halo? Daddy's? How's it? Is it the way here? I just sent Dul's location to Mas Heru. From the hospital here is far away. Iya—means Mas Heru help keep an eye until I sampe there. Worried about the hapenya Dul ran out of battery. Later on I don't even know where he is. Yes, Father .. yes, yes. L waited. Sorry if I've always taken papa.”

He pulled and breathed long enough. While Bara can be a little quieter knowing that Heru was on his way back home, he is able to find the location of Dul and watch over Dul until he gets there.

The emergency nurse's call made Bara turn around.

A few moments before.

Dul felt his tears keep on filling up. As long as he ran away from home, he kept his eyes hidden. Only occasionally saw the way to know where his legs should turn.

Look at the paving arrangement of the complex street blocks, then change with dusty hard white soil, then change again with the asphalt edges. He held his head up. Just a moment ago he felt he knew his purpose. Looking for a man named Fredy who is referred to as his father, although the man had been fighting him all-out at an age that was too fast to feel pain.

“The theme must be a lot around there,” murmured Dul. Thinking that the house of the deceased might be the answer. The man was often around there. Maybe his friends are there too. He can ask.

Dul reached into his pants pocket. “Still enough,” he said. Counting the five thousand and ten thousand bills that had been in his pocket since his return from the stall this morning.

Dul rides an angkot that his mother often rides a few years ago. The angkot color is special and it poults exactly where it goes. Although the transportation is not as much as before, but some are still operating.

He chose the back seat. Directly propped elbows on the edge of the back glass and looked at the street behind it. The sky slowly darkened and the vehicle had already turned on its headlights. Dul's mind kept repeating the debate with his mother. His heart was immediately filled with guilt. But he was also angry.

Why does everyone insist on saying that the inmate's father? His eyes are back heating up. He decided to go down at SPBU. The fried chicken outlet where he used to sit waiting for Bara every night, still there.

His steps gontai towards the fried chicken outlet. His stomach was hungry, but he felt nauseous. His heart felt empty. Not aiming, empty, and feeling like no one has.

Mom's right. That's Dad's son, yes Mima. Just Mima. I'm not Dad's son. If you give birth to one more sister, that's your son too. I'm still different.

“But very. No one.” Dul sits on the terrace seat of a quiet fried chicken outlet. It only looks like some people are sitting inside. The front of the checkout was empty. Street children who used to sit on the edge of the small garden of SPBU were also not seen by anyone.

Where are they all going?

He then pulled out his phone. Scroll through the phone and look at the little phone number that Bara kept for her.

Top order saved name ‘AKUNG’ ago, ‘AYAH’. In alphabetical order. He scrolled the screen straight down and came across a name that that night might accompany him. Dul decided to call that phone number. No more than three times the waiting tone, the voice on the other side sounded disarming.

“Halo? What's Dul?”

“Halo? Robin?”

“That's it, I'm Robin. Kan, my phone number you called. The message is you ...”

“You're home? Where is your house? I can stay at your house this malem, not?”

“Ha? Wanna go to my house? Breathe? Seriously you, Dul …. Jin just do not want to be here if there is a choice of other places to breed. Why would you come here anyway? You must be like your mom, right? What story?”

To Be Continued