Dul
049. Forgiveness Ways

"I never really thought of that man again. If all the past memories of me and Dul could be erased, I would, Mas. I don't want any more." Colored tears flowed out.

"But not thinking it does not mean you have forgiven" said Bara. Look at his eyes. Even the words in his ears hurt. Forgive me? Did he himself forgive Fredy for what the man did to Dijah?

Until that second, Bara had not forgiven one blow or one slur Fredy on Dijah and Dul. Haven't. It's too heavy. He is a man who easily shed tears. However, he is also the type of person who is a little difficult to forgive others.

The shadow of Fredy who beat and cursed to be colonized as a prostitute is still clearly illustrated. Fredy's face full of scorn even until the man was imprisoned, maybe he will remember to death.

"I? Sorry Fredy?" Severed. Shift his eyes somewhere else. Still holding the hand of Bara who stopped rubbing his stomach.

They both remained silent for a moment. Soluble in the mind of each who prayed the word 'sorry'. Even Bara himself honestly hasn't been able to realize that sorry for Fredy. But it's about the Devils and their future. The anger of the colonized will his past also affect each problem later.

"Jah ...," call Bara again. Stare at him. "Dad told me that forgiving is not our problem with other people. Not for anyone else. But for us. Ourselves, Jah. Kaya .. It is time we forgive the past. Let us all escape this feeling."

"Sorry?" Again Sejah repeated the word with half a daydream.

On the way back home, Dul sat behind Mr. Wirya and Sukma who were driving. Shut up and half-captured. Dul had heard that Mr. Wirya came to the hospital by taxi. The old man also had time to say that his eyes are no longer too careful if driving at night.

It is a speech that has no meaning. However, Dul's little heart still felt that he had made a fuss in the midst of the serene family. In her heart she hoped that Ms. Yanti would sleep well with Mima and not have to meet her that night. He was sleepy and not ready to be asked many questions. And even though he was not questioned, there was no way that Bu Yanti would not look at him.

The porch lights have been turned off, Dul a little relieved to know the house is so quiet. As it turned out, the shadow quickly cleared itself and went into the room to rest, having to be paused by Bu Yanti's question on the doorstep. Apparently, the old woman had not slept.

"Wear kayak gini shorts. Already malem. Could get wind. It should be if you want to travel change clothes first," said Bu Yanti in an ordinary tone.

The words of Bu Yanti seemed to comment on Dul who had just returned home to take a walk. Dul just shut up. A little confused how to escape from home with clothes that are so planned. Given the events of this afternoon, Dul so imagine what if he had changed clothes first? It could be when spending a few minutes choosing clothes, his mind is not that determined.

"Well eat?" ask Bu Yanti. "If not, eat before you go to bed."

"Uda, Uti. It was eating meatballs with Robin," replied Dul, still standing in the doorway.

"Yes, come in and clean up, yeah. Keep going to sleep. That's his face was tired," said Bu Yanti.

"Yes, Uti," replied Dul, walking up to speed his steps towards the back. Grabbing his towel which was in a small clothesline near the back garden and into the bathroom.

After the shower, no one said anything to Dul. Mr. Wirya sat on the sofa in front of the television and Bu Yanti was casually watching. The two did not engage in any conversation as Dul flashed to enter his room.

That night Dul slept dreaming of many things. Moving quickly between one dream and another. In the dream, he was tired.

In the morning, everything looks normal and fine. I don't know what Bu Yanti said to Mima until the little girl didn't ask Dul anything. No offense at all about his departure yesterday afternoon. Dul realized something new at that time. Although the people around him understood what he did, the insertion of shame still made him feel sad.

I shouldn't have been like that yesterday afternoon ....

A large plate of fried rice was presented in front of him. After tasting two spoons, Dul realized that the fried rice was not made by Mbok Jum. Feels different. It must be Bu Yanti who cooked, he thought. And sure enough his guess, Mr. Wirya alluded to that.

"The fried rice is good, ma'am. It's been a long time since I've eaten my fried rice." Mr. Wirya rubbed the arm of Bu Yanti who was standing next to him.

Bu Yanti looked pleased by the compliment. Smile them. "What does Akung say? Fried rice made by Uti tasty. So you have to spend. Eating meatballs with friends yesterday certainly does not make you full" said Bu Yanti.

"Yes, it's going to be disbursed. Uti cuisine is always good," said Dul in the hope that Mbok Jum did not hear his words.

Dul suppresses his embarrassment by pretending to forget the events of last afternoon. He does his routine work as usual. Water the flowers, sweep the yard and throw away the cooking waste. That morning he did not put the trash in front of the house. Deliberately walk into the dump at the end of the road to linger on foot and permeate his mind alone. The problem is not finished. He still has to deal with a man in prison who wants to meet him.

The contents of Dul's mind seemed to be read by Mr. Wirya. After bathing and relaxing, Mima had just brought the book 'Edit and Stick' to the living room, but Bu Yanti took the little girl to turn towards the back porch.

"Mima played with Uti at the back. That's for scissors, right? Keep taped? Where are the scissors and glue?"

Bu Yanti's voice was disappearing backwards. Dul observes Bu Yanti's back disappearing in the kitchen. He then turned to Mr. Wirya who was sitting casually next to him. At that time Dul felt that Bu Yanti and Mr. Wirya were really compact. The two conspired to hold him in the living room with Mr. Wirya.

"So, how? Still disappointed with Mom?" ask Mr. Wirya.

Disappointed?

Dul's eyes are rounded. Right said Mr. Wirya. What he felt for his mother was not anger. But disappointment.

To Be Continued