Dul
066. Life Keeps Walking

Dul was neat with his Junior High uniform and carried the bag out of the room. While Mima, was playing a morning drama by asking for her hair 'braided in two but later still put together in the middle'.

The colonized patiently sat by the bedside listening to the instructions for the direction his daughter had asked. Trying to understand that what Mima asks means an ongoing trend among her classmates.

"Udah? Look, right?" tanya Sejah, holding Mima's head and measuring what height her braid is equal.

"Awhile I was reading," said Mima, standing in front of the mirror that was fused with the closet door. "Yes. That way. Tuh, kan ... Mama can. He said mumet. Mumet because it hasn't been tried. Dad said that," Mima's cerocos was staring at herself in front of the glass.

"Yes, here. Put the powder on first."

"Don't do much, ma'am. I'm not a Kindergarten boy anymore. It will be cutekin temenku," added Mima.

"Child now wants a lot, yes. I used to go to school just to learn. Not at all think braids hair should change models every day."

Mima turned her body facing Dijah. "My dad said I'd be prettier in braids."

"Yes.iya. Father is all right" said Sejah, rising from the edge of the bed. "If you're ready, grab the bag and keep eating breakfast. I want nyuapin sister. I was ready from there too." Colonized out of Mima's room and greeted Ibrahim who had just woke up and in Bara's seat.

"What would Ibra eat today? Here's the same thing." Dul dragged the chair closer to Ibrahim.

"Coc, Ibra? Call him Ibi, funny." Mima came to put his bag on the chair and approached Ibrahim.

"Ibi kayak call girls. Ibra is more dashing," said Dul.

"I want Ibi. Ibi ... This is beautiful Mima Ma'am. Do not be called Ibra, yes ...." Mima kissed Ibrahim's cheek, whose hands were touching Dul's face. "Kiss again.cium again." Mima continued to press down on Ibrahim's cheek with his nose many times. Ibrahim began to rebel and made a look of crying.

"Mima, have breakfast?" exclaim Sejah the new back to put Mima's towel behind.

Dul immediately shifted his seat facing the toast that had been left so easily. Mima occupied his seat and did not look at Dijah anymore.

Bara just relaxed to see the waist-randomized Dijah looking at two students who never worried about being late to enter.

"Every day is woken up faster, but the departure is always in a hurry." He approached Bara and took Ibrahim from his carrier. "Well, why are you awake? I can usually sleep in an hour if I am sick. Must be in the room being bullied too." Seized squinted at Bara.

The coals just glanced Suttered a little and started to grease her bread. The atmosphere of the morning was rowdy, but full of familiarity always started their day. Ibrahim who has entered the period of consuming food companion ASI, his body increasingly densely filled. The baby that the family has named as the most rarely crying baby is now a scramble. Especially in the big family Ibrahim is the only baby.

Mima's school is not far from home. Every day Bara lowered it first and then drove Dul to his Junior High School. To go home from school, usually Mima picked up Dijah or Mbok Jum who walked out of the complex and crossed the road. As for Dul back home from school, Bara hired a tire patch near Tutoring who offered to pick up Dul with his duck motorbike.

"I got down here, Dad," said Dul a few meters before arriving at his school gate.

"nympe. Later you will walk far away," said Bara.

"The car that was queuing. Especially that car. Usually long. Just come down." Dul turned his head forward.

"Which car? The front one? Maybe a lot of luggage," replied Bara.

"The power is not," said Dul. He learned that the luxury sedan in front of them contained a transfer female student who had only been in her class for a week.

"Maybe her mother. Lots of advice and messages." I looked at Dul.

"Lack of knowing that," said Dul slowly.

A girl comes out of a luxury sedan that Dul has just told her about.

The car slowly advanced and Dul descended in front of his school gate. "I'm down, Dad." Dul immediately grabbed Bara's hand outstretched to him.

"If you go home from school do not go out the gate until the pick-up comes, Dul. Don't snack recklessly. Don't...."

"Don't forget to check the desk drawer before going out of class who knows if someone is missing. That, right?" Dul already got out of the car and circled the front until he arrived on the right side of Bara.

Bara chuckles. "Yes, that's it."

"Dad's been looking more and more like Mom."

"The name is also we are both husband and wife. Long ago it must have been similar" replied Bara, chuckling.

"Later in the afternoon?" ask Dul.

"So. Dad talked to Mbok Jum and all of Mom's friends. The afternoon before I go home I buy the cake."

"I can't wait to see you startled" said Dul.

"Dad also wondered what Mom would be surprised. Or are we shocked because I'm not surprised?" I smiled widely.

Dul grimaced to realize his mother who was rarely surprised at anything. What made his mother's countenance turn very clear recently was that it was Ibrahim who crawled up and arrived at the kitchen while he was cooking.

"Yes, get in there. I'll see you later in the afternoon" Bara said.

Dul nodded and twisted his body running towards the classroom. On the way to his class he threw a glance at the basketball court. It was still morning and some students were already bathing in the field. Again Dul grimaced at the thought of being in class and drenched in sweat before the lesson even began.

Dul's footsteps only arrived at the doorstep of the classroom when a friend of his approached. "Today you sit it will move. Madam Guru came in and said you were in the same seat as the new boy."

Dul glanced at his chair that had been occupied by a female student who had recently caused complaints among his fellow classmates.

"Is there a new problem?" ask Dul.

Dul's male friend nodded. "Say, sitting in the back, he could not see the writing on the board clearly. The rich man's son. I can't buy glasses. Kan, just ask his father. Rich man's son" whispered Dul's friend.

Not wanting to linger in front of the door, Dul went straight into the classroom and sat in the chair that the new child had previously occupied. It has been a week since the transfer student entered his class, various complaints came from his friends in the class. Starting from a new child who is arrogant, does not want to mingle, rarely wants to talk, until the cardigan he always wears in class is a problem for his friends. This morning Dul even complained about a new student who was too long out of his car when in front of the fence.

Dul didn't say anything. It was still morning and the chair he was in now had no problems. He could laugh at himself if he protested only because of this little thing, he thought.

"Abdullah," call someone.

The voice was barely heard so softly. Dul looked up and looked to the left right. I don't think the new kid called him.

"Call me?" dul asked, looking at the new boy whose shoulder hair was covered in pink cardigan.

The girl nodded. "Yes, you. Thanks for taking a seat." The female disciple had to turn her head left and slightly back to be able to see Dul from his place.

"Oooh, this is .. no problem" said Dul, drawing a faint smile at a glance with one corner of his mouth. He opened his bag and took out the first textbook of the day.

"Thank you" said the girl barely. Good enough because it does not concern the displacement of seats. But his thanks were greeted very coldly. There was no sign of friendship at all, the girl thought.

To Be Continued