Dul
055. Sanubari A Child

That flash is very fast. Bara stands by the door with Heru and Fredy suddenly rises from his seat. His older brother and a warden caught up with him a little hastily. While crossing Bara by the door, Fredy turned his head at a glance. “Titip greetings with him,” Fredy said to him. Bara.

Bara never thought at all that Fredy could talk that flat. The clover. With a tone of speech like just now, the frustration at the beginning seemed to break. Can't Fredy say the name Dijah?

Dul darted out without anyone holding him back. The look in Mr. Wirya's eyes explained more than enough that Dul would be fine talking to his father. The embers turned their bodies facing out the gaping door. Dul runs after Fredy by leaving the sole of his rubber shoe in the hallway.

Bara heard Dul calling ‘Bapak’ on Fredy.

Ah .. yes. Fredy is his real father.

Bara imagined Fredy's position at the time. What if he's the one who's going to split up with Mima? Then, he gasped as his shoulder was patted. Mr. Wirya had been standing next to him with a look in the same direction.

“Not everyone can express his feelings well and correctly. Being right and good are two different things. For him, the way might be good. But, for others that way is not true,” murmured Mr. Wirya.

The room was almost empty. Bara could not help but look at Dul and Fredy who were standing in the hallway. Big brother Fredy stopped his steps immediately following. It was as if giving his sister time to say something she could not say while in the room.

Fredy's position facing the door, making Bara can see the look on the man's face. The pride and pretentious face that Bara remembered when he last met in court a few years ago, is gone. Fredy stood awkwardly against his almost 13-year-old son.

Not knowing what the two were talking about, Bara saw Dul grab Fredy's hand and put it on his forehead. A bit of pride was implied in his heart because Dul behaved as such.

“Dul is a good boy. It is also thanks to you, Ra,” said Mr. Wirya.

“As a man full of prestige, there is no way he would thank Bara. I will also be so rich,” murmured Heru.

“Father taste ... his pain as a man is a different thing to what he feels as a Mr. Dul today. Fredy had previously mixed up his feelings. Hurt Dul to hurt his mother. Today, Fredy managed to separate it.”

“Too complicated,” whispered Bara.

“Indeed it will always be complicated if it forces others to love us,” said Mr. Wirya.

“Dul has finished talking. We're going to the resto? It just so happened that time showed almost noon. Dul seems to need some refreshment, too. It's our job to bring Dul refreshing to neutralize the atmosphere. How, Lik? Want to come to the cafe young man?” heru asked, embracing Mr. Wirya's shoulder with a big smile and dimples on his cheek.

“Bby..bby. Anyway Paklik want a cafe whose menu price is the most expensive, the place is the most comfortable and the view is the best,” said Mr. Wirya with a serious look.

“Then it is most appropriate to follow me,” said Heru, nodding and patting his chest dramatically. As he stepped, he dragged Bara's arm along with him.

Bara knew that the conversation he heard was aimed at shedding the stiffness of his mind over the conversation Dul and his biological father. However, his concentration moved. I am very sad for Dul. The whole part of him was grieving. The father-son farewell in front of him was no ordinary farewell in general.

“Udah finished? Definitely laper,” said Heru as they had arrived near Dul.

“Iya, I laper,” replied Dul, smiling sumringah.

“Come..ayo, we eat well. Today we celebrate the brave Dul.”

Bara keeps watching Dul. It felt like he wanted to ask Dul about what the teenage boy was feeling. However, as Mr. Wirya often said to him, Dul is a child of taste who does not want to trouble them all. Of course Dul will show signs that he is fine.

Say goodbye to Fredy's older brother they don't think about it anymore. The man had disappeared following the steps of his sister who had quickly disappeared from there. Could Fredy have been crying? Did Dul see him? I was curious.

The lunch that was predicted by Heru as a celebration of Dul's courage, in fact passed just before him. The concentration of Bara dispersed everywhere.

“Come, Dul. All tried. Pakdhe deliberately asked to take this small plate,” Heru raised a small plate in his hand, “so that Pakdhe can explain correctly. All the pasta here is amazingly delicious. Inget, yes ..This straight-straight is called pasta. Not mi. The shape is three kinds, this Pakdhe order everything.” Heru lifted a little paste and put it on a small plate.

“Mmm..this is really good. Come on, Paklik said he asked to be treated at an expensive cafe. I have nyampe here even diem aja,” said Heru.

“Diem aja because waiting for the delicious pasta is thrust here,” Pak Wirya pointed to the plate line in front of Heru.

“Oh, sorry.maaf. I'm stacking now,” Heru said.

After being silent for a long time since the trip, Bara finally laughed a little at the behavior of Heru who tried hard to melt the atmosphere. He appreciated his cousin's efforts. However, on the other hand he still had to sneer. At the table next to them were two female office workers sitting opposite. Occasionally turned to their table when they heard Heru's crisp laughter. Not a beautiful woman, but Heru did like to be noticed by anyone since long ago. His behavior will become more attractive.

“Mas, from this cafe me and Dul directly ask to be taken home, yes. Dul needs to sleep. This morning woke up too soon,” said Bara, looking at Heru.

“Iya, can. Paklik also want to go home directly?” ask Heru.

“If you bother to muter-muter, Paklik can take a taxi from here,” Mr. Wirya flicked his hand asking that Heru not have to think about trivial matters.

“No taxi ride. Anyway I'm anter. Easy,” Heru turned Bara. “Then we anter Paklik first.”

Bara nodded in agreement. Forcing the rest of the day to walk cheerfully seemed difficult for the sensitive Bara. After receiving an additional order for the two people waiting for him at home, Bara stood up from the sofa. Heru has walked ahead with Mr. Wirya. While Dul, accompany him to wait for take away food.

Heru and Mr. Wirya were not seen in front of the cafe. It seemed like the two people were heading straight to the parking lot. Now, Bara and Dul are just the two of them. The glass door of the cafe just fell shut behind them. Dul held his arm with a look about to say something.

“You said what?” ask Bara directly. Dul let go of his hand and looked thinking. Dul must have been picking the right words, Bara thought.

“Yah .. i.mau tanya.”.

“Mmm? Whahuh? Come on, I heard.” I am really ready to answer.

“Bapak earlier said .. if you are just walking,” Dul looked up to look at Bara's brown eyeballs. “Say it's just a walk,” Dul again.

Bara nodded steadily. “Your father is only a walk,” firmly Bara.

“Kata Bapak .. he sent a message to Mother that Father will not disturb Mother again.” Dul swallowed. “May I takein to Mom?” ask Dul.

Bara nodded back. “Bby. Tell Mom everything you want to tell me about today. I allow it and don't mind it at all. You were great today. Tomorrow you must be a better child again “

Dul smiled faintly with one corner of his mouth. “Still, Dad.”

Bara smiled, touching Dul's shoulder. “Come, we're home. At home there were two women waiting for this meal,” Bara lifted the package.

“Mbok Jum?” ask Dul.

“So Dad asked, Mom said Mbok Jum doesn't want weird food. Don't like it,” Bara.

Dul smiled back. He wanted to get home quickly. He wanted to tell his mother about the memory he had just been following.

To Be Continued