Dul
045. Wanting Confession

“How is it, anyway? Even want to do some. Our mission is to bring Dul home..”.

“All of you,” says Heru cut the word Bara. “It was mumpung Dul and the parking lot was not too far from the front of the shophouse. We can still squirm when sitting outside. In that dark place. Come.ayo, Lik. Mumpung Dul is still talking. Inget, all problems can be solved when the stomach is full.”

It seemed that the three men were indeed hungry. Evidently when Heru turned off the car engine and got out, Bara and Pak Wirya followed Heru who was walking calmly towards his intended seating location.

“Mbak, the meatballs are three, yes. Complete package of the most complete. Drink two sweet iced teas, one is fresh anget tea. We sit outside.” Heru did not need to ask much more for the dinner menu at the meatball stall at that time. His stomach has been starving since.

Heru sat next to Mr. Wirya, turned his back on the road and Dul's position was. While Bara sat facing the road, using the body protection of Heru and Pak Wirya to watch Dul from the gap.

“Nah, here's the meatball. Let's eat first. You must not lose the position of Dul. I've been a spy since.” Heru welcomes a tray of meatballs newly delivered by a woman.

“Don't be long, yeah. Abused in hospital. Dul's here. I'm not calm,” said Bara.

“Indeed Sukma did not come to the hospital?” ask Heru, grabbing the bowl of sambal.

“So.so. Sukma is now in a nemenin hospital. Mom at home nemenin Mima. But, right, it's better if Sejah cepet meet Dul.” The raut Bara since then was not calm. He was busy compiling words to answer Dul's question.

Not far from the three men who were enjoying meatballs, Dul's annoyed face slightly loosened when he met Robin. Seeing Robin appear on a motorcycle and a proud face boasting his ability to ride a motorcycle, enough to make Dul's mind distracted.

“So why? Far away you come here.”

“Your mother? Not angry if you go out with the motor alone?” Dul is now worried that Robin will be scolded for forcing herself to meet him there.

“My mom had time to visit where, I said I want to eat meatballs. I brought this money.” Robin took out a twenty thousand piece and showed it to Dul. “You've eaten? Cemana if we eat first,” take Robin.

“I thought of my mother. Also thought..why nobody knows me,” said Dul.

“Ah, how could you not have sought your mother. I who every day heard my mama repet want to wrap my clothes and told to stay outside, still sought after if I go home long. Sometimes it's just in the mouth, Dul. Which is possible if we pigi not sought,” said Robin, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“You're alone, Bin. I have no sister, or sister. If you don't go home, your mother has no one left. That me? My mom's gonna have a new kid soon. Mima's sister. Said Mima's brother. I'm not the only boy at home.” Dul threw his gaze onto the highway.

“It's getting heavier I think what you're saying is. Mending we eat meatballs. Come on, I'm asking you to make a child's portion. Let's have enough of our money.” Robin raises the standard of the motorbike and brings the motorcycle closer to the shophouse.

Meanwhile, on a corner bench sheltered in the darkness, Bara quickly changed her position. Didn't expect that Dul and Robin would be sitting in the meatballs. On the outside bench.

“If Dul finds out, he'll definitely feel mocked. We are not serious effect gini,” whispered Bara.

“Not going to hearing,” Heru said in a whisper.

“Dul, we sit outside ajalah. Afraid I'd leave my train far away. Also disappear later, I was tortured my mother.” Robin rewinds the long chair at one of the tables that are outside.

The table occupied by Robin and Dul, side by side with the table occupied by Bara. What made their distance quite far was that the tables and benches were too long. One can be occupied by six adults. And they occupy both corners. Angle to corner. Bara could easily see Dul's face with just a slight twist of his body.

“Buk ... meatballs two bowls of school children portion, yes!” exclaim Dul.

“Ordinary kayak?” ask the woman behind the glass steling.

“Yes, regular kayaks. Because it's late at night, if you add any plugs or bones I don't refuse, Buk!" added Robin again.

“Kalo is still an area here, still safe. Selo just you. My money is still enough. Turns out I pulled it out of the bag, there's another sheet.” Robin put two sheets of twenty thousand on the table. He had to lie a little to Dul. His mother had deliberately given him more money to invite Dul Jajan meatballs while chatting. Looks like her mother knew something was going on with her best friend.

“Many customers. I didn't have time to take the money in my school bag. I still have money..”.

“How much is your snack?” ask Robin.

“Twenty thousand,” replied Dul, looking at the bottle of sauce and soy sauce on the table.

“Eh, a lot of it. My snack is five thousand a day. Good time your father,” said Robin, touching Dul's hand that supports his chin.

“That's because I went home from school to go straight to Tutoring. His father Mima,” said Dul slowly.

On the other side of the table, Bara lowered her head. Play the spoon and three meatballs that are still left in the bowl. He bit his lower lip. Mr. Wirya patted the back of Bara's hand so that his son would last a little longer to sit there longer.

“Ah, there's-there's you. Your father was that too. So, that's why you came here? Same with your dad?” ask Dul. The boy straightened himself to welcome the meatball tray that came.

“No, I'm not making a fuss with anyone. I went out of the house because I wanted to find the person who said my father. My father is not my father. I have another father. In jail. So.. I'm a son of a criminal, Bin.”

The sound of the spoon clashing against the bowl sounded quite loud. Bara could no longer hear everything Dul said. Not father? Villain boy?

Because of that jolt, Dul and Robin both turned their heads.

“A-Dad? Akiho …. Pakdhe.” Dul mentioned all those names without a sound. Only his lips were clucking. Her face flushed. His whole conversation with Robin was just stolen heard by people he was worried about. Dul straightened himself and stepped over the long bench. He felt he had to leave the place immediately.

“Eh, Dul! Your meatballs!” scream Robin.

Bara stood up and followed Dul with long steps. No need for such a long distance for Bara to catch Dul's arm.

“Where are you going? It's malem. Mom's in the hospital. Come on, let's go home,” take Bara.

“Daddy has not answered my question. So, I want to find the man,” said Dul with reddened eyes.

“What other questions, Dul? What have you made so far can't show that you're Dad's son?” Bara let go of Dul's hand and stood taking a deep breath.

“I'm Dad's son, right?” dul asked with a sobs that he could not hold anymore.

“That said you're not whose father's son?” ask Bara with trembling lips.

“Many. Many say I'm not Dad's son.” Dul looked down and cried sobbing.

“You're Dad's first son, Dul. We're same. You are like a father to Akung and Uti. You're where Dad first laid hope. Dad's expectations for you are great. I expect you to be a wise sister to Mima and your sister later. Don't hurt Dad by saying that you are not Dad's son,” said Bara.

Dul. His cries grew louder and louder listening to Bara's words.

To Be Continued