Dul
061. Everything Must be Perfect

Finally their families were piled up near the notice board. Although the colonists had said that Abdullah's name was on the board, Bara wanted to confirm it directly.

“Not in vain, right, learn it? Dad's son is cool anyway. Next week we re-list. Now we have lunch outside. Come on.ayo, it's very hot," said Bara, covering Mima's head and being colonized with the palm of his hand. He rushed back to the car.

"Info needs that must be completed will be sent to the email prospective learners. If you wait for the email without squirming directly here, you will be curious one more night." Seized voices sounded on the sidelines of the surrounding noise.

"Email Dul is in Mas too. Later Mas same Dul who complete the file together."

From the beginning of his marriage to Bara, Dijah decided to forget all the things that happened to him, to Dul. He wants a completely new life. He left behind all the memories he would keep and he would not remember.

Although sometimes the ear of the Sejah heard the whispers of Heru and Bara, but his heart did not want to know what it was about. He just wants to be happy with the family he has.

Dul slowed down. The daylight of the afternoon sun was not only dazzling, but it also made clear the scene before Dul. Seeing the wide back Bara stood in the middle of two women who were very guarded. Cupping the palms on the heads of Dijah and Mima was as if it could block the sunburn on the heads of the two women. Dul smiled.

That afternoon Bara brought them to a restaurant they had never been to. Although their purpose is to drive to eat, busyness in the car is not far from the word eat.

"Don't eat all the snacks. We're going to eat at the restaurant." Bara glared at Mima from the central rearview.

"Yes, Dad. Mima simpen used to be his snack." Sejah twisted his body looking at Mima who again squinted at a large pack of snacks in his hand. "Don't look at Mom's snacks. Mother's stomach has plenty of room. Who ate two people. Later at the restaurant I can eat again. Same with Mima. Come on, keep the stall. Soon nyampe," said Dijah.

"Mima will soon have a sister, you know. The same promise should be reduced. Later Dad should often hold a baby sister. Mima is already big, can not be carried anymore. The body is heavy." Bara clenched her mouth to tempt Mima. From the middle rearview Bara saw Mima's face bending straight away.

"I didn't ask for a sister." Mima sneers.

"If so his sister was sent to Uti aja. Uti must be seneng," said Dijah while chewing a potato snack in his hand.

"Ke Uti is also not allowed," replied Mima again. "I love Uti the most" continued Mima.

"Yes, I just bought a princess dress. It must be Uti's darling" said Dul. "Tomorrow unfortunately changed again."

"Unfortunately according to the atmosphere," continued Bara.

Although Dul's age can be said to enter adolescence, his pleasure is still the same as children in general. Waiting for their sister's birthday is as impatient as Mima. Although with different versions.

The night before the hospital, they all stayed at Mr. Wirya's house. Because it is still in the weeks of school holidays, the innate number of Mima even beats everyone.

"Would you like to move to Akung's place?" sindir Bara on Mima while in the car.

"Next nobody's gonna inject Dad's back. How's it? Dad said that the mama who menggajek was heavy," said Mima.

Immediately silent. While Dijah had spread his hands to Bara's waist to leave a small pinch.

Dul wants to laugh, but pity to see Bara's face. Mima's brilliance has indeed become the color of their home. With the title of her only granddaughter, Mima's power and influence in the Satyadarma family grew. The little girl easily told who unfortunately was anchored. As Bara said earlier, depending on the atmosphere and depending on what pleasure is being obtained.

If you notice, Dul strongly agrees that his mother says that Mima is getting more and more like Bu Yanti. Perhaps because Bara is very similar to his mother, while Mima is similar to Bara, their resemblance is difficult to deny. Hair is just as curly, the same skin color, eyeballs, also the shape of the nose is small and tall.

"Father same Mother, right, already gone first. So until the hospital we just wait for the baby's sister to be born. Dad has prepared a lot of food. Anyway Mima just sit back and relax."

That is, they followed to the hospital and headed straight to the front door of the operating room. Dul sat holding Mima's plastic snack. Since then, Mima has been busy asking questions. About why there is a lamp above the operating room, also about why he was not invited inside. Ms. Yanti patiently answered all of Mima's questions one by one until they were done. Thank goodness Bu Yanti is indeed a lecturer who used to explain. The difference was that the student had just finished Kindergarten and his mood was very easy to change.

Bara's happy face that appeared when the operating room door opened relieved everything. Including Dul. His younger brother was born healthy.

"When can I take it home?" ask Dul spontaneously.

I laughed a little. "The mother is still pouting because she is not being followed to Dalem. He could not wait to bring his sister home quickly. I took a four-day break in the hospital. After that we go home. I'm taking Mima to wait in Mom's nursery, yeah. Mom and Dad are coming soon. Later the baby's sister will also be brought to the room."

Dul immediately stood up and approached Mima. "Come, let's wait for Dad in the nursery. Kung, where's the ward?" Dul took Mima's hand.

"Come, we'll both ask the nurse at the table. Come on, Mom." Mr. Wirya got up and joined Bu Yanti.

Dul followed the steps of Mr. Wirya enthusiastically. Imagining having a playmate and a small baby who can be carried later, also makes a new spirit for Dul. The stories of sadness they had felt in recent times seemed to evaporate at the birth of her younger brother.

It will be an experience he remembers. How they all gathered around a tiny baby in a small wheeled box that a nurse had just delivered. Sejah lay down and looked at the back of Bara who was behind him.

"Truly looks like his mother" said Mr. Wirya.

"Yes. Similar Colonized, Well," Bara said, agreeing.

"If so later it will look like Dul," said Bu Yanti, chimed in. Then he looked at Dul who was standing next to him.

"Would the baby be whiny?" ask Mima.

"Nobody has beaten Mima in anything" said Bu Yanti, chuckling.

"Whose name, Dad?" dul asked, looking at Bara.

"Ibrahim Son of Satyadarma" Bara replied.

"Abraham...Satyadarma's son" repeated Dul. "Satyadarma's son" repeated Dul once again. What a beautiful name in Dul's ears. Satyadarma's Son.

"Not good?" ask Bara.

"That's great, Dad. His name is dashing" answered Dul.

What a great name, Dul thought. Satyadarma inserts like the name Pak Wirya, Bara, also Heru. The surname used by the children of the grandchildren of Eyang Buyut Satyadarma. "Satyadarma" muttered Dul, rubbing Ibrahim's cheek with his index back.

To Be Continued