Dul
062. The Most Valorous Name

The third day at the hospital, Dul just arrived in the treatment room with Mima, Pak Wirya and Bu Yanti. Tomorrow the family will return home with their little brother.

Since entering the nursery, Bara was busy serving Mima who was careless because of loneliness and feeling forgotten. It's been an hour that the little girl has been sitting on Bara's lap complaining about all sorts of things. His favorite blanket that yesterday was not a problem when he missed at home, that day became a new problem for Mima.

"Tomorrow Mom and Dad are home. The day after tomorrow I could scratch his back again. He said he wanted to be Ma'am .... Now it's Mama, you know. There's a sister."

Mima did not answer. In fact, it makes his body seem powerless in the arms of Bara. Dul glared at Mima and the girl sneered. Dul replied with a snort.

Some moments of Dul's attention focused on television, without him realizing everyone was inching away one by one. At first Mima disappeared behind the bed curtain where her mother lay. Her baby sister must be breastfeeding, Dul thought. Before long the curtain opened and Mr. Wirya and Bu Yanti came to the bed. They want to see their first and only grandson who will be named Satyadarma. Dul has no problem with that at all. Formula one racing on television took most of his attention.

Dul just wants to focus on watching television, but the voices behind him are hard to ignore. Especially the quiet, deep and authoritative voice of Mr. Wirya.

“Name of your son, was told Bara. Ibrahim Son of Satyadarma. A name with many good meanings. Father finally had a grandson who bears the name Satyadarma. That's not a must. But I also do not deny, if Dad is happy. Perhaps this was the feeling that Kangmas Guntur, Heru's father, had he been alive. Got a grandson who has the same last name."

The voice was very calm and clear. So clear in Dul's ears, he upheld his seat. Then, his mother's choked sahutan sounded a brief reply. He could confirm that his mother must have been glancing at his back against the hospital bed. At that time, only he himself did not join the Satyadarma family surrounding his younger brother. Dul bit his lip. He felt guilty for a little jealousy. His desire is now too much. Dul gulped when he heard Mr. Wirya's voice again continued his speech.

“Dad has an idea that needs your approval. In the future, people will realize that the name Dul is a little different. Not important, but the name Dul with one syllable, I think it would be more beautiful if also added Son Satyadarma. I'm just trying to prepare a full future for Dul. As you know, Dul is very close to Dad. I don't want Dul to be different later .. Maybe that's the last thing I can give you. But of course, if you allow it. How?”

Dul who had just lifted the television remote fell silent for a moment. His hands went back down to his lap. Did he not hear wrong? Then the sound of her mother's sobs was heard. Followed by the words, "Ask Dul, Mas."

I'm not wrong with horror

Dul swallowed. His seat was getting straighter and he was preparing to be called at all times.

“Dul, here ...."

It only took one call, Dul immediately turned his head.

I hope I'm not wrong.

Dul put the television remote on the table and walked up to Mr. Wirya. “Yes, Kung?” sahut Dul's.

“Akung just wanted to ask, your name, right, too short. What if I added the same last name as Ibrahim? Your name will be Abdullah Son of Satyadarma. How's it? If you want, your father will take care of the document adding the name.”

Not wrong with it apparently.

Dul slightly lowered. Looking at Mr. Wirya's hand holding his arm as he spoke earlier. The old man not only looked into his eyes, but also traced his face. “The name will be the same as Dad and Akung?” Dul felt the need to go back to making sure.

“Use Satyadarma?” ask Dul again to make sure.

“Satyadarma." Mr. Wirya nodded again.

Dul almost jumped when he heard directly from the owner of the name Satyadarma. Why would something like that still have to be asked of her again? Of course he wants to. “I want. When added? Can you add directly?”

The room felt wider in Dul's view. A sight that was familiar to him. Mr. Wirya who laughed a little. The latter often cry. The more and more patient day. A slightly prestigious Bu Yanti showed her sentimental taste by turning her face to hide her harrowing tears. Also Mima who behaved almost the same as Bu Yanti. Come along happy, but sneer towards Dul.

“Let's take care of it as soon as possible," Bara promised.

Dul pursed his lips. His heart grew out of happiness. Who first proposed it? Mr Wirya? or Bara? It felt like Dul wanted to hug both of them.

A knock on the door a few seconds later cancelled Dul's planned hug on the initiator of adding Satyadarma's name to her. The attention of everyone who circled the bed moved to the door that swung open.

"Pakdhe came ..," said Heru who appeared with his son and wife. "From Dul's face it seems that now there are three men who will continue the name Satyadarma." Heru was smiling looking at the face of Sumringah Dul.

"This generation is good. There are three people. The previous two generations were two. If there is a difficult vote because it is even," said Mr. Wirya.

"It's harder if one needs an opinion, the other one says, 'we ask Dad.'" Heru chuckles.

"Ye .. if you don't ask Dad can be messed up. It can be a perverse of my life" Bara sneered at Heru.

Heru chuckled and Mr. Wirya chuckled. While Fifi approached the Sejah bed and sat down on the seat next to her. The woman rubbed the blanket of Ibrahim who was asleep in the arms of the Colonized. While Dul, grabbed the arm of Heru's son and brought him to the sofa.

"Mmmm .. mumpung all the more busy," Heru looked at Mr. Wirya and Bara alternately. "I have something that the lawyer and his older brother Fredy have been asking for. Heru then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the envelope that was still tightly closed.

"What's that?" ask Bara with a tone of suspicion.

"The Letter Fredy wrote to Colonize. How's it? Conducted into the Colonized?" Heru looked at Mr. Wirya longer to ask for an opinion.

"Give it to Bara. Let Bara hand it over to the Colonized. Maybe I know when the time is right." Mr. Wirya looked at Bara and nodded slowly.

Bara took the plain white envelope from Heru's hand. "I'll be the one who gets to be colonized."

To Be Continued