Dul
069. Simple Things

Everyone's daily journey is the same everywhere. Start the smallest thing, until the biggest thing. Not everyone is observant enough to pay attention, not everyone has enough time to feel, or not sensitive enough to pay attention.

Bara manages to make a surprise that really surprises Dijah. The first surprise since nearly seven years of age.

Dul sat on the chair Bara had pointed out earlier. Calmly listen to what will happen after Sejah sees his first birthday cake spiked with candles. And that's where her mother is. Standing awkwardly for a few seconds while circulating his gaze to everyone. His voice that afternoon was completely shocked. Then the next second quickly turned into a haru look. Dul saw his mother's eyes flushed red and Bara wiped the corners of those eyes painstakingly.

Dul smiled. Glad her mother could cry now. Bara's figure has indeed restored the attitude that must be owned by a woman who should be loved and loved.

His mother never complained, let alone complained. Slicing a knife in his finger, his mother made no sound. Just quietly flush the wound with water and continue the work as usual.

His mother never asked anyone for help. Although had to climb the ceiling of the house to see the cause of the bulb extinguished.

Her mother never said she was sick. Especially him. He saw only the pain of his mother in the form of blood or cold sweat on the forehead of the woman who gave birth to him. However, never did the complaint come out of his mother's lips. His sharpened was ordinary.

Now, his mother has a place to depend, a place to indulge and a place to complain. The embers are sensitive and not the type of man who is only good if he wants to. She was always warm to her mother. All day, all week and all his knowledge. Dul, loving Bara as much as his love for his mother.

From Bara, Dul learns how to be patient and persistent to achieve goals. From being colonized, Dul learned how to hold back feelings so as not to be too disappointed.

When he saw his mother hugging Bara and kissing Ibrahim who was in the man's arms, Dul remembered some things his mother had said.

"It is not impossible to have a desire, but too much desire will usually make us greedy. We keep worrying because we see what people get. We keep worrying about what we have. To the extent that we do not believe that God must have prepared rations for each of us."

"Remember, Dul. Silent people are not necessarily good at talking. Relaxing ones don't work. Too much talk just makes people know that you don't know much. Inevitably, we must accept that people's judgments lie in what we're talking about."

Dul stood up to welcome his mother who came near the table. Mima jumped up and hugged her mother first.

"Happy birthday, Mother." Mima wrapped her hands around Dijah's waist and looked up waiting for her mother to bow.

Sejah cupped Mima's face and lowered his head to receive a kiss from her tiny, cherry-picked lips. Colored smiling. Given that the presence of Mima in the world makes Dijah feel special because it gave birth to a rare female successor in the Satyadarma family.

Hugs Colored and Mima released. Then, Sejah twisted his body and faced his first son. Abdullah Son of Satyadarma. Not having time to say other things, both menubukkan themselves. Cuddle with a rumble in each other's hearts.

That time, happiness seemed to be more tears than the pain that had ever been felt. The afternoon full of surprise made him sob when he hugged Dul.

For Dijah, Dul was the first figure to be a reason for him to live, to be strong, to be enterprising, and to be happy.

The figure of a kind-hearted boy who never troubled him in the least. Dul who rarely whines, rarely asks, understands the circumstances and limitations he has when they only have each other.

"Happy birthday, Mother. May you always be there for me, Mima and Ibra. I love you, Mama" said Dul.

The Seized Cry is getting louder. In the past, before for the two of them, he and Dul, expressed a feeling that felt very awkward. Sejah often says, "You're Mom's son" rather than "Mother loves you."

Same with Dul. He used to say, "I want Mom here" rather than "I love Mom".

I always teach by doing it first. The man taught her to love, by loving her first. Bara also taught him to care for others, by caring for him first.

After embracing Dijah, Dul released a hug and rubbed his mother's chubby cheeks. Then, he stepped up to half embrace Bara. "Thank you, Dad," said Dul.

"Together," Bara replied, shuffling Dul's hair, then patting him on the shoulder. They both know that the thank you had just been addressed to Bara, for making her mother happy.

The eyes of the bar had also turned a little red. His sentimental soul grew with his age. For that Dul must admit that Bara is more sentimental than Colonized.

"The candle's on now, Dad. Let's all blow it out" exclaimed Mima.

Hearing Mima's loud apron, again everything was stunned. It was realized that there was still a birthday cake that had been eagerly awaited by a little girl. Boy takes the lighter out of his pants pocket and approaches the cake in front of Mima.

"Wuih, Pakdhe Boy has a lighter in his pants pocket. It's getting more male" Tini whispered to Boy.

"Not getting more men. But the more he looked at the toaster. It makes the stove light if necessary suddenly," said Boy also in a whisper.

"If you want to look more like the toaster, take the grill everywhere," said Tini again. His gaze was fixed on the family who had surrounded the birthday cake. Boy replied to Tini with a pinch on his friend's arm.

"Come, I've set the camera timer, in a matter of three blow the candle, yes! One..two..three," exclaimed Bara.

Everything blew out the candles, including the Sejah. After that puff, everyone laughed as they saw Ibrahim's shocked expression. All of those moments were captured by the camera Bara who still snaps every few seconds.

"OK.ok, it's done. Ibra's carrying the same father, yes. Let me serve you first."

"Can you eat, Jah?" ask Tini.

"Your mother, if you want to eat, come here, Tin. There is no take away system" said Dijah with a serious look.

"My new mom came to Malem, Jah. This hour still makes a living. I'm staying here if so," said Tini with a look no less serious. Sejah chuckles at Tini who immediately takes the plate and sets aside the meat stew for her husband.

"Spadaa .. excuse me ...."

There was the sound of a man greeting the front fence accompanied by the sound of the gate opening.

"Eh, are there any more guests?" tanya Sejah turned her head through the window that connected the dining room with the carport.

"That Mamang in my house must be hungry and want to eat," replied Tini kalem. "Come, come on in."

"I'm sorry for my presence interrupting the fanfare of this event. Although I wasn't invited, I didn't mind coming." Dayat appeared with a plasticware container in his hand.

To Be Continued