Dul
048. A Thought

For the rest of his trip to the hospital, Dul filled him with a lot of silence and thought. The guilt towards her mother crept in her heart. Is it true that he is worried about the same as his mother thinks? Or is there another meaning? What should I say next but apologize? There's a lot of people there. There was Pak Wirya, there was also Bara's younger sister.

Dul walked with an empty mind. He made sure that he could only apologize. As usual, he was only able to remain silent. However, seeing his mother lying with a worried look, his defense collapsed. His voice choked while hugging his mother's arm which was attached to an infusion hose.

Suddenly Dul longed to roll in his mother's arms. It's been a long time since he last slept patted softly. She and her mother rarely speak from heart to heart. His busy life following the end of school and the tight schedule of Tutoring Guidance made him go home with a tired body and hungry stomach.

"Sorry Mom, Dul .... You don't hurt your heart, Mother. You must know what Mom meant," said Dijah.

Meaning? Which one mean? What does it mean to say that I'm not Dad's son? Or ... What do you mean by something else? What was Mother talking about so often?

"Tau, Ma. We have to take care of Dad's good name, right? Let me not be ashamed to take us to family? I'm sorry, Mom...."

Dul hiccups. Don't know what his mother meant. He chose the sentence he had heard and felt fittingly spoken to his situation at the time. So much to remember. He doesn't know anymore. That night he was tired and sleepy. Too many tears have been shed. However, did not expect the words he said just to reduce disappointment in Bara's countenance.

For a moment Bara just stood near Pak Wirya. He exchanged looks with his father. Mr. Wirya pointed at the clock on his wrist and nodded at Bara.

"Ah .. yes," muttered Bara, considering that it was late and that night Mr. Wirya would bring Dul home and stay at home. "Awhile" said Bara, walking up to Dul and standing next to him.

"Well, I want to take Dul home." Bara's hand rubbed his head Gently. "If tomorrow you are fine and the contract is gone, you will be allowed to go home. So, tonight you rest, yeah. Dul also seems tired," said Bara.

Seized. Raised his hand to touch Bara's hand on his head. Then his gaze moved to Dul's face. "Yes, Dul. Mom didn't notice you looked so tired. I slept here tonight, yeah. Tomorrow I'll be home. If you go home, don't take a shower. It's late in the malem. Wash your face. Her clothes...."

"There's Mom, Jah. At home there is Mom. There's Mbok Jum too. Dul is big too. You don't think that complicated. Dul won't take anyone. Denger Mas, yes."

Bara's tone is full of emphasis. Dul straightened his body and wiped the rest of his tears.That night there was no question. He would be truly hated if he acted again.

"Dul's father took a taxi" said Mr. Wirya.

"Bring my car. It's nothing." He grabbed the car keys in his pocket.

"No, ah. It's old, it's bad, it tastes bad." Mr. Wirya pouted while shaking his head.

"Magain spoil. I'm anterin, deh. Come on," Sukma asked, holding Dul's hand and wrapping his other hand in Mr. Wirya's arm.

"The three of us go home first. Enough rest, hopefully tomorrow we can have dinner with everyone." Mr. Wirya waved from the outpatient room door before disappearing behind it.

After the death of Mr. Wirya, Sukma and Dul, Bara and Dijah lived alone in the room. The two looked at each other for a moment and Bara took a long breath before finally occupying the seat that Sukma had occupied.

"Newly realized that Mas has not changed clothes? Not showering, eating belly? If you talk, then you must be back again. Trus will tell you that everything is your fault. Because you Mas Belom had a bath, because you Mas Belom ate. That, right?"

"Kok Mas so ngomelin me," said Dijah. "I'm just talking about it. The answer turned out to be long," murmured Sejah.

Despite pursing his mouth, Dijah looked at Bara's tired face. Researching the look of a man riding a large red motorcycle that once tenaciously melted his heart. Apparently, the choice used to open the heart to the figure of a Bara is not wrong. The man exceeded his own expectations.

Bara sat resting both elbows on his thighs. Her clothes were the same day as before. He was still comfortable with jeans, a flannel shirt with a t-shirt inside. A pair of sneakers with a three-line logo that has been a favorite since the beginning, along with harmonizing the look.

The embers scooped his face with the palms of his hands. His eyes were already sore from being sleepy and tired. The exhaustion he knew had nothing to do with picking up Dul. It's about the others.

"Mas is nothing, Jah. This isn't the first time I've been out on an emergency trip. This is the press, journalists, don't worry about it. About Dul .. kanya Mas must negasin again to you. If we go home, don't talk about anything with Dul. Let Mas aja. You believe enough, Colored .... You are Mas's wife, Dul Mas's son. Do not talk about shame, not pantes, and others. Mas decided to take you, Dul, you two into Mas's life. So part of myself. Whatever happens to you now, it's my responsibility."

"I'm just afraid Dul's fighting in front of Mas, in front of Dad. I'm scared, Mas. It's better for Dul to get angry and yell at me than to yell at Dad...."

"Dul wouldn't do that to Mas and Dad. I know for a fact that Dul will not act rich. I believe in Dul, Jah. You also have to trust Dul." Bara's tone is very soft full of persuasion.

"Mas sure?" Seen stared at Bara waiting for an answer.

"Mas was sure Dul wouldn't be that rough. If Dul evilin people, it is clearly his fault Mas who is not good at teaching him. The head of the household, the head of the family. Do not take what has become the responsibility of Mas, Sejah .... Believe me Mas," Wept Bara, leaned over and grabbed the hand of the Seized. He covered the hand that was pierced by the infusion needle with the grip of two hands.

"I'm sorry, Mas. My feelings are falling because Mas said the man wants to see Dul. Since when did he care about Dul? I know for sure his attitude was just to make it harder for me," said Dijah.

"We, Colored. We're. Not to complicate you, but us" Bara said. "Dear Mas, right? Same love as you?" bara asked, stretching out the hands of the Seized and bringing together their palms.

He pursed his mouth and prepared to shed his tears again. Bara immediately pinched his cheek softly.

"Yes love" replied Dijah.

"If so do not cry anymore, this kasian. Kasian this is our youngest." Bara rubbed his stomach colonized many times.

"Yes," Colored shrunk her tears again with a negligee collar. Now the edge of his negligent neck was filled with all sorts of things.

Bara's hand is still in the stomach of the Sejah. His gaze was directed at every swipe he did. The baby boy in the stomach was writhing as if aware of his presence. "Jah .. Whatever you want from someone else, do it for yourself first. Don't worry about Mas. Worrying about yourself. Because whatever you do will be in vain as long as you are not done with yourself."

To Be Continued