Dul
073. New Beginning Again

After moving Banyu to the bed, Dul exchanged glances with Robin, both of whom laughed restrainedly.

Birthday event was colonized that day not only became entertainment and interrupter in the middle of her routine as a mother, but also a gift for them and their families. Dul, who has rarely met Robin lately, can exchange stories for hours between two toddlers. The outcome of their conversation that day brought important agreement throughout their friendship. For the first time Dul and Robin wanted to be in the same school.

The noise from the family room was still heard all the way to Dul's room. He sat at the desk listening to Robin's story about school. Every now and then Dul laughs or nods in agreement to the things Robin throws at him.

If asked where she got the talent so much to be a good listener, the answer is of course because of the mother. He sat for hours next to his mother and did not say a word. Just hearing the variety of advice delivered on the sidelines of his mother's disguised complaints.

Sometimes in order to complete the conversation with his mother, he needs to show some calming reactions. Whether it's a nod or a smile.

The past memories are not lost. However, it can now be remembered with a better feeling than it was a while ago. Among them, only one thing Dul could not openly talk about. That is, about his father. He is really at the stage of wanting to forget. But I can't yet.

The mixture of various feelings that were crammed in his heart, still came in the form of nausea in the stomach.

In between talks with Robin, Dul saw Mbok Jum passing in front of his room. He got up and pulled his head out.

"Why, Mbok?" Dul was curious because Mbok Jum was struggling.

"Interkom Ibra missed in the kitchen. He's waking up. His whining voice was horrified," Mbok Jum showed a wireless intercom that was held by Bara. "Maybe Dad is forgetful" Mbok Jum said.

Dul out of the room approaching Mbok Jum. His hand grabbed the intercom from the old woman. "Yes, already. Let me talk to Dad."

From where he stood, the chatter from the family room was still boisterous. Wanting to give a little more time to his mother, Dul went to the room to visit Ibrahim.

"Hello ... Have you woken up?" so Dul came into the room. Ibrahim who was whining, immediately rolled and looked down at Dul from between the wooden box.

"You want to play with me?" dul asked, stretching out his hand to Abraham. The baby was back to impatiently. His tiny hands clutched the edge of the baby box and tried to sit down.

Dul picked up Ibrahim and took him to bed. It turned out that his desire to make Ibrahim calm for a moment was not granted. The baby whined with tears hanging from the crackers. His face looks very sad.

"Oh, sorry. You're thirsty, aren't you? Let's go out and find Mom." Dul held Ibrahim in a sling and took him out of the room.

In the living room, Dijah had just stood up from next to Bara. His face was a little aghast at the arrival of Dul who was holding Ibrahim. So did Bara who soon realized that he missed his son's intercom.

"Okay, are there a lot of tears? Woke up a long time, huh?" He rubbed Ibrahim's cheek and kissed the baby's cheek with a guilty look. "His father said he would be supervised" said Dijah, looking at Bara.

"The intercom is like me, Mom. Change it because I'm talking here. Not long ago woke up. Ibra is not crying. Maybe I was thirsty because I didn't want to play. Drop meek while looking at the door of the room."

"Mother's Kangen, huh? Kangen Mother?" Seized to kiss Ibrahim who returned calm as soon as arrived at his mother's sling.

"Living for a while must be missing, yes, Jah. But keep the whole day feeling willing to ngasi CTM aja."

"That's how I feel about you, Tin," said Sejah chuckling.

"Ash." Tini looked at Dul. "Why and what is the Earth, Dul?" ask Tini.

"Oh, under," said Tini just plain.

"Kok, is that your tone? Do you usually sleep under?" Mak Robin chimed in in in wonder.

"Yes everywhere. Where he sleeps, he goes straight to sleep. Maybe this is the result of the care of the babysitter of Cokro Village. Never slept under a saji hood, under the dinner table, in a laundry basket. But it's just Banyu. The earth is not like that" explained Tini.

Everyone nodded their heads in a sign of understanding the inclination of the nature that both Wibi and Tini's sons had towards where.

After Asti appeared in collaboration with Caca and Mima, the big gift that Tini gave to Dijah was finally opened while waiting for Banyu and Earth to relieve his drowsiness for a moment in Dul's room.

Mima who pioneered the opening of the gift continued to chatter guessing what the contents in the box were. All eyes listened as her tiny hands tore the colorful paper wrappers.

Dul sat leaning against the wall with Robin already joining the room. Pay attention to the movement and speech that everyone throws. Saw Dijah sitting nursing Ibrahim in the corner of the room with a piece of rag draped over Bara covering the front of his body. Dul knows his mother is watching Mima. There was a hint of impatience in his mother's eyes.

"Yeii..toys for me .... Yeah! These beads make your own bracelet. I'm the belom of having this!" Mima squealed at Bara. His hands raised a box of colorful grains that could be transformed into a bracelet or a toy necklace. Then Mima's attention goes back to another toy that from the packaging he thinks must have been intended for him. "Eh, Dad! I got this too. It's for me too, isn't it, Budhe? Definitely for me. It's not a makeup toy." Mima unites the two toy towns and holds them to her chest.

"Yes. Make Mima too. The most beautiful daughter. What's important is that her father doesn't say that his son wears makeup at home." Tini laughed to see Bara who started flipping through the box held by Mima.

Dul smiled as well. His gaze again noticed the look of his mother who seemed impatient to want to come see what Tini gave. And it seemed like a minute later, the reddened and full face of Ibrahim emerged from behind the line. Her lips were tasting and her eyes were flashing around looking at everyone sitting in the living room.

"Eh, are you full? Here," said Bara, extending his hand. He rose up and immediately thrust Ibrahim on Bara.

"Where? I want to see." The colon shifted the box to nearby and took out the contents of another gift. One package contains seven baby pajamas whose front part reads the names of the days in English. "Well, this is for use every day for a week. Ibra's Budhe's, son." Sejah raised showing the parcel to Ibra. The half-gawning toddler looked confusedly at his mother.

"There's one more, Jah. Do what you have already done," said Tini.

"Oh, yeah." Seized out the last little box. Twirled it around for a while, then thrust it at Dul. "Make you from Budhe" said Dijah.

Dul grabbed the box and opened the contents. And it was not only Dul who widened his eyes. I came forward to take a closer look. "Well! Yeah!" Dul looked at Bara, Colored, Tini and Wibi alternately. A miniature aircraft on its tail reads R80.

"Gee, R80**Habibie ... Dul doesn't have any. Where's it, Mas?" Bara looked at Wibi who was smiling satisfied to see the father and son amazed by his gift.

"This once told me that Dul was a collection of miniature aircraft. For this type of R80 I am optimistic that Dul does not have. I'm asking you to help my friends who also like collections." Wibi smiled proudly.

"Pokok'e Mas-ku sing the most manteb," whispered Tini to the Boy next to him.

"What is jambang? You were busy nyari jambang," said Boy.

"Let the sideburner get busy with the yellow rice and the twisting," replied Tini, glancing at the emping jar that was now moving into Heru's lap.

To Be Continued