Dul
053. Start Stepping

Really, if asked by anyone, Dul's answer remains the same. He's doing just fine. In fact, very well. Just like when the question was thrown by someone who holds the title of his biological father.

Dul sat down facing a long table. Next to him was Mr. Wirya who was sitting relaxed and often observing his face. Across from Mr. Wirya, sat a man who greeted them in front earlier. His father's side.

Bara and Heru had not sat down. Both of them were standing by the door. The room was also furnished by two officers, one of whom sat facing a small table in the left corner of the room. So many grown men that day.

Fredy entered with a face that Dul could not understand. Long time did not see the man slightly reduce the picture of his memory of the figure of Fredy. The last time he met, Fredy clung to Dul's head and slapped his mouth until it bled. At that time, Fredy was thin. And now, the man's body looks more contained.

"Where? She's not coming?" The next question that came out of Fredy's mouth.

The question that at the first second did not understand Dul about the meaning of the word 'He'.

She's she? Who her? What does that mean, Mom?

Dul looked down to avoid Fredy's gaze.

Don't ask about Mom. Don't ask .. don't ask.

Dul looks uneasy at Mr. Wirya next to him. The old man smiled and shook his head very faintly. It was as if the look in the old eye said, Then Dul turned his gaze forward. Saw Bara and Heru standing by the door. The two men Fredy passed by with ordinary faces only. It was as if both of them were transparent.

"Nanyain wife of man. Not ashamed," murmured Bara.

"Because being smitten is sweet. Especially since you became your wife. The aura is getting brighter."

"Intentionally pretending not to look. Make emotions," whispered Bara again.

"No emotion. Paklik is old. If we go straight into his abis cell, Paklik will go home alone. Bring my car hard." Heru folded his hands in front of his chest and leaned against the wall.

Bara kicked the end of Heru's shoes. The man who kicked his leg just grimaced.

Dul won't answer Fredy's questions. His worries rested on Bara's reaction. Even before entering there, Bara had asked permission in case he came out of the room. And now Fredy seemed to provoke Bara with his question. Dul won't let the man in front of him get that pleasure. For whom exactly is the desire to meet it? For her or her mother?

"It turns out you came here alone, yes ...," said Fredy, linking a look to Dul's face.

"I'm the same Dad, the same Akung, there's Pakdhe too" said Dul, staring at Bara who was looking at Fredy's back with a sickened look.

Fredy glanced at Mr. Wirya at a glance. The views of the two had collided, then Fredy again looked at Dul.

"Dad, Akung and Pakdhe are family." Dul.

"You don't know this Pakdhe? Don't you know the Father?" ask Fredy.

"I don't know that Pakdhe. Just met today. Same father I know," replied Dul.

I know you, even though I don't want to know you. I remember you, even though I tried to eat.

Fredy was silent for a moment shoving his head. His eyeballs moved wanting to glance at someone behind. Then, as it was realized that the existence of Mr. Wirya who continued to watch over him Fredy turned his attention back to Dul.

"So ... What class are you in now?" fredy asked, putting his two hands on the table and leaning over.

“Newly finished SD, this year enter SMP." Dul glanced at Fredy, then looked back down.

"Do you know that today is most likely the last day we'll see you?" Fredy lowered his voice and looked down at Dul who was avoiding his gaze.

Dul just shut up. Don't know what to say. After all, during life, can be counted using the fingers he met his father.

"You're not horrified? The truth is you don't want to see me, Father" said Fredy. His voice turned a little upset.

"Dul listen...Dul must have heard. He needs time to digest the questions to answer them appropriately. Dul is a sensitive child. I understand very well what you are saying. However, there are times when Dul enough to save his response for himself. Is that it, Dul?" Mr. Wirya cut off Fredy's remark to explain the situation back then.

Near the door, Bara's face was already getting irritated. He changed his position several times.

"What do people want to say, anyway? Unclear. I'm afraid he's not actually going to see Dul. I want to meet Dijah. Don't ngarep," annoyed Bara in a whisper.

"Obviously the man could not expect anything from being colonized. They have no bond. Just want to find the ingredients. He deliberately avoids stares with us because he doesn't care, Ra. Look how we are today. Perlente and these faces of ours are the faces of men who are quite in love. If we keep standing here until it's over, don't want him to cheat and squirm us. You are patient first," explained Heru, hoping that his words can reduce Bara's irritation.

Fredy who said Dul would not want to meet him, that time also must be unwilling to listen to the words of Mr. Wirya.

"Dul," call Fredy. His voice that was lower than before, made Dul look up to stare. "Maybe .. This is the last time we met. For what happened, I apologize. Whether you want to or not," said Fredy, laughing discordantly.

To Be Continued