Dul
074. Awareness of Adolescence

And this is how Dul at the time of undergoing his Junior High School. Arrive on time without ever being late. Sitting on the second seat from the back next to the wall. It was a little hard to tell a story to his friend. Answer or chimed as necessary. Especially if it's a girl friend. The words that came out of his mouth grew fewer and fewer.

In his class, Dul sits next to Putra. A teenager who was fat, fair-skinned and his face was always cheerful friendly. Besides Robin, it may be only to the Son that Dul speaks a lot.

"Everybody has a group. The rest of us both. Same with that girl. One group of at least three people," said Putra, pointed to the new female disciple who occupied the seat of Dul before. "Where? There is no other choice. You should have done it when Emi ngajakin was. Expensive selling. We're hanging out." The son snorted at Dul.

"Just the two of us or get into Emi's group. Equally a group task, yes it must be done together." Dul groped his drawer and pulled out the math print book.

"Different story, Dul. Emi has a crush on you. If we're a bunch with him, we're left on foot barges. No need to do the task. From earlier he was just thinking about you," whispered Putra with his thick Javanese accent.

"Udah, don't discuss it. We're both nothing. He will do his job at my house. If you can just end the week. My dad's at home and we can do it" Dul explained.

"The new kid? Ajakin to your house too? We're in a group with him, you know. His son was arrogant for mercy. Never wanted to join. Everywhere by yourself. The next class boy had a lot of fancies. But never mind each called. Outstretched the rich," the Son's nagged again.

"You're the one who talked to him. You also set the time. Where to go, when to. You are the leader of our group. I ngikut aja. The task is easy, though. Matter Things around us. Actually do it yourself can also, but later even ngenakin you." Dul chuckles.

"Come, understand. Pinter is the advantage yes this. Can rule," replied the Son.

Returning home from school, Dul walks side by side with Putra towards the school gate. In front of them, the female transfer student looked hurriedly.

"I'm talking now, yeah. He had not yet gotten into his car, "The son patted Dul on the shoulder and walked to the steps of the schoolgirl.

"We're a group for English assignments. If you want, the end of the week together at Dul's house, "The son pointed at Dul behind him. The transfer student looked back for a moment and resumed his steps.

"I can't. End of the week.anyhow can not. I did it myself" said the student.

"Ora iso (cannot), must be group work. If I can do it myself, I don't have to bother being an intermediary." The son turned back to Dul while shrugging his shoulders.

"Yes, my name does not need to be entered nor does anything. I don't have to fuss. I'll talk to the teacher."

Thus, Dul and Putra stood staring at the back of the transfer student who got into the black sedan car and went straight from the front of the school gate.

"So, how?" The son looked at Dul.

The task of the group was finally done by Dul and Putra alone. At the end of the week, Putra kept his promise to visit Dul's house. Three hours in the room were used both to do the task for an hour and the other two hours Dul used to listen to the nagging Son about the transfer student.

"Ngeselin, right. It was actually said by classmates. His son does not want to get along. It's too cute and his face is, you know .... Stiffness of badness."

Dul is opening his glass cabinet and wiping one of the miniature planes with a special rag that Bara bought. Every now and then she smiles or laughs at the babble of the Son about the new student.

Such an incident turned out to be repeated in many of the following days. Dul who is too cute and does not care who he will be paired with every group task, always ends with a less famous Son and a new student who is arrogant and always has no time.

"Dul, this nitip new kid. As usual, he could not do group work. But this time it was good. He's nitipin a book that he says could be a good resource for our IPA assignment." The son put down a thick book that read 'Complete and Pictured IPA Dictionary'.

Dul who was very used to it, received the news was ordinary. He took the IPA dictionary and put it in his bag. That task was their final task that year. The following year they moved up to 2nd grade Junior High.

Dul's busyness as a student in the year of class increase makes him a little forget that he still keeps the book owned by the transfer student. Especially when the increase in class 2 Junior High, the name Dul entered into the ranks of students who will occupy the superior class. He and the Son separated. Similarly, the transfer student who only occasionally seen crossing the class alone.

"As usual, don't care about people" said Dul. Accidentally, the comment just skimmed. Dul realized his words just now and was a little ashamed of himself for being too nyinyir.

The important thing is that he never bothers anyone, right?

Another heart of Dul reminded. Dul inched away from the window and sat back in his chair. Classes are always full of active and studious children. Not many students who like to talk like a son.

And because there were fewer male students than female students, Dul's presence stood out. For group tasks he did not have to bother looking for a group. Many female students often offered to study with him.

In fact, some do not hesitate to suggest that they come to Dul's house on weekends. Usually, if it is so, Dul just smiled stiffly at the proposal. She was ashamed of her mother's father. Feel reluctant if you have to accept guests of girls who are sure to laugh more giggling than learning. Coupled with the shadow about Mima who will look at him meaningfully. For that Dul chose to go to his friend's house.

One afternoon in the middle of their school year, a long-invisible son appeared before the door of Dul's classroom.

"Tumben inget me," said Dul with a backpack on his shoulder.

"On the transfer student .. tomorrow is the last day of school here. He said he wanted to move again. If I count, he's only been here for a year. Don't know where to move."

To Be Continued