Dul
044. Follow Dul

“Halo? Ra's? That's Dul looking at the nelfon again. Not your nelfon?” ask Heru from the car. His eyes could not be seen Dul who was on the porch of the fried chicken outlet. He parked the car across from SPBU. The highway is not too wide and the outlet fried chicken is quiet, making the presence of Dul that night quite clearly seen from a distance.

“No, Mas. There's no phone yet. I want to nelfon Dul first even worried he's getting upset. Father said, be taken a while. The important thing is that Dul's not going anywhere. I'm going there now. This is new dad nyampe. Meet there, yes.”

Heru ended the talks with Bara and refocused his attention on Dul. From a distance, Dul was still talking through a cell phone. His stomach was hungry, but there was no way he would leave Dul before Bara arrived. At least, they should hand over Dul first.

“What Dul is not a laper?” muttered Heru, throwing his gaze across the street.

On the terrace of the fried chicken outlet.

“So ... Can I go to your house?” ask Dul, make sure.

“Bby aja. Why can't you? Uh, but where's your mom going? Your papa? Are you not wanted?” Robin asked across the phone.

“Dicariin?” Dul looked down at the pair of sandals he was wearing.

The slippers are made of brown skin and look sturdy. Just bought a month ago. Bara takes them all shopping while receiving an annual bonus from the office. He and Mima are part. Especially mother. Two days after receiving the bonus, her mother wore a new piece of jewelry on her wrist. Bara himself said he did not want to buy anything at that time.

“Colah. I think you want to see me tonight. We don't have to meet at my house. See you at the intersection. The balloons tonight. Let's talk first. Abis just came to my house. We put together a plan for what we want to say to my mom. If we do not mature our plans, we can finish our dibbatnya.”

“Send the address now. The money is still enough for the fare,” said Dul, pulling the remaining sheet of money in his pants pocket.

Robin sent me the address not until five minutes later. Dul observed the location point that Robin had sent. Winding, which when viewed from the map can be said to be quite far. Dul's phone vibrates short. Robin sent me a message.

Robin is :

Later if you want to take it, just let me know. Let me take the train forward to pick you up.

Dul :

Ja.

Almost half an hour waiting, Heru saw Dul standing up from his chair.

“Eh...eh, where is it going?” Heru grabbed his phone to directly contact Bara. Luckily, I answered the call. “Ra, where are you? Dul kaya wants to go. Waduh,” said Heru a little panic.

“Udah nyampe. My car's in the back, Mas.”

Bara had just stopped his car right behind Hummer Heru.

Heru looked back and saw Bara with Mr. Wirya get off the car in a hurry. Heru immediately opened the car door so that Bara and Mr. Wirya could come into his car.

“Come, Daddy up first.” Bara opened the middle door so that Mr. Wirya could quickly enter. After Pak Wirya entered and Bara closed the door, he quickly occupied the seat next to Heru.

“That Dul want to go,” said Heru pointed to Dul who was pocketing his phone. The boy stood up and looked at the highway for a moment.

“I'm down now, yeah. Let me prevent. It's malem, where is he going?" Bara saw Dul walking across the SPBU yard.

“In his hapenya not many numbers saved. Robin at most. Dul does not have deket tea. His son is a little introverted. Hard to be close to people,” Bara said.

“Persis Colored. It's hard to trust others. The power is still running, still disappointed. Come on, let's see where Dul you're going. Let Dul meet first with who he wants to meet.” Mr. Wirya who has been silent since, now makes a sound.

“So, we follow Dul aja, Lik?” ask Heru. “Dul hasn't eaten yet, right? Dul must be laper.”

“We follow first. Bara Car can be left for a while without anything, right, Ra?” Wirya looked back.

“Normally anyway, nothing. Deket parts with Polsek. Yes, we follow. But...if Dul even want to meet other people, besides Robin how? Mana Dul ride angkot,” murmured Bara. His eyes could not be seen Dul who was now on the side of the road.

“Still too fast. We let Dul unravel his anger all the way. Or at least if Dul meets you later, Dul can speak clearly what he feels. I'm just worried about being picked up now, he's quiet. Shut up and keep quiet do his defense.” Mr. Wirya leaned forward, watching Dul who focused on seeing the angkot passing.

“Look, we don't even know that Dul is actually a brave boy. He stopped angkot and his destination.” Mr. Wirya did not let go of his gaze.

“Ah, thank goodness Dul finally climbed to angkot,” said Heru, enter the gear and drive the car.

“My son ran away from home. Mas instead said thank you,” grumbled Bara.

“I'm laper. Are you and Paklik already eating?” tanya Heru, start trailing where angkot drove.

“Not eaten, anyway. But I don't have to come if it's a laper. Me and Dad are okay, kok.” I looked back and saw Mr. Wirya. The old man was leaning against the middle of the seat with a forward look.

“Iya, Her. Moreover, you have not returned home. Sorry if we are troublesome,” said Mr. Wirya.

“What's the matter, Lik? This is awkward. I have been a spy since. I also wanted to see how it ended. Itung-itung learn to parenting science. Add experience,” Heru.

“If you can enough you just go back and forth to escape from home. Your child do not,” added Mr. Wirya relaxed.

“Yes, enough Mas Heru who often run away. Where to escape with drama. Though it was a buyer bought something.” Bara snorts.

Heru chuckled behind the wheel. “Actually I see this Dul is like me in the past. Just a little different case. Dul want to be watched,” said Heru.

“Mind many say that love is better shown by deeds. But some people want to hear love in the form of speech. Although it is often considered a dreadful, any lump, all must love to be expressed the love of the desired figure. Isn't that right, Her?” asked Mr. Wirya, looking at Heru.

“Obviously so, Paklik. And Angkot Dul just pulled over. The power of Robin's house goes into that street." He pointed to the only way around them. "To be in there must be far away, dark too.” Heru pulled the car not far behind the angkot who just dropped Dul.

“That's Robin. Bener, Dul met Robin.” Bara pointed to Robin who was occupying a motorcycle parked in front of the shophouse, not far from a road to his house.

“About what, yes?” mummy Bara.

“It looks like it will be that long. What if we eat meatballs first. See that,” Heru pointed to a shophouse that said, ‘Bakso Semar Mesem’ not far from the shophouse occupied by Robin motorbike.

To Be Continued