Dul
052. Meet the Past

Maybe if someone asks Dul about when he first felt nervous, the answer is that night. The night as he looked at the reflection of his reflection from the square mirror that was fused with the wardrobe door. A few moments ago I went into his room. The man said, "You don't have to be nervous. Come on, get some sleep. Tomorrow we're both going through it all."

The feeling was said to be nervous. Is correct. He was nervous. But if it can be detailed again, the feeling of nervousness actually shuts the fear tightly.

Dul stood straight in front of the mirror. Look closely apparently at the age of thirteen. His body was tall with long legs. Her hair is straight with skin color resembling her mother's. The shape of the face and the way they look at people are very similar. It was Bara who said it. Since childhood many say that his face is sweet. Though he was a man. Why not call it a handsome?

It turned out that later he realized the origin of the word sweet because he was very similar to his mother. Her mother is sweet. Dul smiled staring at his reflection.

"I am indeed Mother's son" muttered Dul, drawing a smile. One other thing he noticed as a resemblance to his mother. That is, the way they smile. He and his mother both like to pull a thin smile on one side. A lot of people say he smiles too stingy. But people don't know that a thin smile means that he is smiling. Different things if he does not like or mediocre. He just remained silent without expression.

"Sleep now. Tomorrow's gonna be good. There's Dad, Akung and there's Pakdhe. You don't have to be met by a lot of people. Enough of me to go there. Everything's gonna be fine."

That's how Dul sued himself next. Look in the mirror and tell her everything is fine. Dul encouraged himself by looking at the face in the mirror reflection that he knew had done his best.

That night Dul slept without a dream. In the morning, he dressed her in the best clothes Bara chose.

"You must be handsome and neat. Dad's shirt sleeves roll a little so it's cool. Wear the latest shoes, yeah." Bara lowered her head to roll up the sleeves of Dul's shirt in front of the mirror.

"All good wear? He said only...."

"Captive house?" Bara finished rolling up the sleeves of Dul's shirt and stood stitching Dul's body in front of the glass. Dul just kept quiet with the question. "Wherever we go comes to other people. Whoever it is, anywhere, is neatly dressed indicates that we value the person. Whoever it is." Bara sighed and patted Dul on the shoulder.

"Can you have breakfast now?" ask Dul, grimacing.

"Can. We will soon be picked up by Pakdhe Heru. Don't let Pakdhe come down for breakfast. It will be long. So, we have to hurry," said Bara, chuckling.

"Kasian Pakdhe" said Dul as he exited the room.

"Don't.don't. Don't fuck with Pakdhe. He must have had breakfast. But if we ask, the answer will be clear. So, mending don't need to be asked."

Dul smiled, but did not understand the meaning of Bara's words. What he remembers at a glance is the matter of Heru who likes to tease Bara and Bara who likes to sneer at each Heru tease him.

And when talking about similarities, Dul felt his attitude in certain parts similar to Bara. For example, in a family gathering crowd or with friends, Bara is more often a listener. The man laughed more, or commented less. Just like him who prefers to pay attention and listen. For that nature, he and Bara contrasted with Heru who preferred to be the center of the crowd.

Dul smelled his smile as he chewed the fried rice. He is proud to have something in common with the men of the Satyadarma family. Makes him feel special.

"Dul, don't stay away from Dad, horrify Akung and follow Pakdhe's instructions." Once again Dijah repeated his message near the gate. Heru's car which already contained Mr. Wirya in it had just arrived and decided to leave immediately.

"Come, we're all down. It won't be long. After we come back, we have lunch together. What is clear is that Akung does not want meatballs anymore. Too cheap for a President of The Term." Mr. Wirya got off first and stood by the side of the car waiting for Dul. His wrinkled hands instantly held onto Dul's shoulders and walked leisurely while patting him.

"After this, he'll be moved, right? The execution must not be here" Bara whispered to Heru. He slowed down a bit when he said that.

"Take a. Not here. On that faraway island. This is in the interest of fulfilling his request" replied Heru.

Before reaching the entrance, Heru and Bara speed up the steps to get ahead of Mr. Wirya and Dul. They were greeted by two men who stood up and shook their hands in turn.

"Oh, this is Dul. If this Father...."

"I am a professional who will accompany Dul," cut Mr. Wirya when welcoming a helping hand of a man who is none other than a lawyer and Fredy's older brother.

The encounter of the man called Dul with the name Pakdhe turned out not to cause any sentimental impression. The man just let out a greeting, "It doesn't feel like you're big, yeah," while patting Dul's shoulder gently.

"It can come in. It's no more than an hour. If you can not too many people," said someone who just came out of the hallway.

"Nothing, we're all in. That's Fredy's older brother coming in, too. Come on," take Heru.

I have a little doubt. Then he grabbed Dul and walked towards the room the officer had appointed. "Dul .. You may refuse or terminate this visit at any time. So too with Dad. If you are not comfortable, you ask permission to transfer this task briefly to Pakdhe or Akung. Dad's not going anywhere. Maybe you'll stand outside the door. In certain moments sometimes I feel...."

"I'm nothing" cut Dul. He looked at Bara who now looked even more nervous than him.

They arrived in a room that was a little far behind the building. There was no one there but them. Dul sat next to Mr. Wirya, watching the room closely. Only boxy and two dominating colors. White and grey.

Is that prison like this?

When Dul's head was thinking about the physical form of a prison, suddenly a man pushed the door and entered with another man in uniform. Bara and Heru who were chatting near the door, instantly fell silent.

"Dul ... how are you?" greet Fredy starting from the doorway.

Dul straightened the body. "Good news" Dul answered barely.

"Where? He's not coming? " Fredy circulated her gaze enveloping the room.

To Be Continued