Dul
075. Waiting Tomorrow

Moving out?

His heart asked but the response Dul issued was completely absent. Just a little nod. Then, he remembered the IPA dictionary belonging to the student who was still there for him. "Oh, the book is still on me. It's been half a year. I'll give it back tomorrow. Good thing you talked."

"That's why I'm talking. Who knows, you might want to say good-bye. I, uh, just talked to him. How is he also our former co-worker for half a year."

"Partially you are, right, indeed class," said Dul.

"If we were classy, he still didn't say much. The other friends have also joined males by the way. I assume he doesn't exist. Free as pretty as anything if you're arrogant for mercy."

Dul grimacing. The Son's nagging has remained the same since half a year ago.

"Yes, tomorrow I return the books and say good-bye."

As Mr. Wirya once said to Dul. Tomorrow always arrives without any need for further ado. Waiting or not waiting. Tomorrow will always come.

When Dul unsettled the exam last semester, Mr. Wirya encouraged him by saying, "Every day has its own story. We are just getting ready for tomorrow so we are not surprised by what happens tomorrow. You're ready to study for the test tomorrow. The result is that you don't have to worry. If the value is good, you must not be surprised because you know you have learned to do it. If the value is bad, in your heart you must be secretly understood because of lack of diligent learning. It's all about our acceptance of what happens tomorrow with all the effort we've done."

And the acceptance that was intended by Mr. Wirya at that time turned out to be something that should be practiced directly by Dul. The next day will only run in half. The new first break bell rings. The teacher takes care of his stationery and scoops books from the table.

A female student who was busy carrying math worksheets had been sniffing Dul since morning.

"Abdullah .. Come on, dong...help me." The female student pulled a chair near Dul.

"I'm going to...." Dul looked at the window. The figure of shoulder-length straight hair with the color of the backpack he secretly remembered flashed across the courtyard in a hurry. "Wait.I'll get out." Dul hurriedly opened his backpack and took out the IPA dictionary. His head kept looking at the courtyard.

Wait a minute .. wait a minute ....

"So, when can you help me?" ask the female student. Name's Feby. His face was now a little irritated looking at Dul.

"Later can.rest the second hour," replied Dul. He gripped the IPA dictionary and blasted out of class.

During his hasty journey across the vast courtyard, Dul restores his hair for the first time. Little muddle. His mouth closed because suddenly the appearance of the backpack he was chasing no longer appeared in front. Dozens of disciples who flashed in the courtyard made his gaze blocked.

If he could chat for a while, he didn't know what to say but to return the IPA dictionary.

And those hurried footsteps were restrained when they saw the black sedan stopping in front of the school gate. Dul froze in place. The transfer student further accelerated his pace.

"Dul! Why not call?" The son came patting his shoulder. "The books haven't been packed yet, have they?"

"No chance yet" Dul replied in a weak tone.

"Call me" said the Son.

"Who's name?" Dul asked with a look that could not be separated from the backpack that began to be released because the car door was opened. The student moved his backpack to the front of the body.

"The call is Ica" answered the Son. "Masa doesn't know his name. Strange you are," said the Son again.

"I forgot.I forgot."

I suddenly forgot whose name was ....

Full name ... full name .... I want to call her full name.

Dul was upset, but his feet did not step.

Annisa.

"Annisa!" shout Dul.

The student looked back. One leg was in the car. His eyes were fixed on Dul.

"Book! It's book!" yelled Dul without moving. Smile expands. Wishing much if Annisa turned her body and approached her. In fact, the girl snorted at him.

"He knows it's a book, too. You're doing it again, actually." The son snorted at Dul.

Dul lowered his raised hand brandishing the IPA dictionary. Annisa had already gotten into the car and was looking at him with an annoyed look.

"Make you ...!" annisa shouted from the car. Then, the black sedan passed from before Dul.

Dul stands with the IPA dictionary in his hand. In his heart was a lot of difficult to describe. If you can choose one word that is often spoken by Mr. Wirya, Dul chose the word disappointed for himself.

Chats with Mr. Wirya, Bara and Heru alternately entered his mind at that time. How the memories of her teenage years began to form were increasingly clear. Dul stood staring at the gate of his favorite Junior High that became his dream a few years ago. The school gate that feels will not return the same if seen later.

Apparently, without him knowing, his footsteps were lighter every time he passed in front of the Son's class. His eyes grew familiar with the figure of shoulder-length straight hair that always walked itself everywhere. His head always turned to the window to see anyone passing in class hours to go to the toilet. Dul only realized it lately.

The school gate is no longer the same. Dul never enjoyed it again like before. Until he left the school with good grades and found another school gate.

On his first day in a white-gray uniform, Dul stands looking at the new gate that will take him to new days, new friends, and new stories.

Large and shady field. Multi-storey buildings containing many students of various economic levels and family backgrounds. Dul took a deep breath. Bara took it off with a thumbs-up and a big smile. The school was also a favorite of his father and Uti.

PLAQUES

The pat on Dul's shoulder that was hard enough managed to resuscitate him that second.

"Still in the morning and daydream about your work. Where's our class? Comein. What's in the yard? Want to sweep you first?" Robin stands next to Dul in a uniform whose collar is still stiff.

"Suddenly you've arrived here" said Dul, smiling at Robin.

"I didn't suddenly come out of this yard. I've been calling you since, " said Robin.

"Rul ... Dul!" The voice of a male student made Dul and Robin turn their heads in the same direction.

"Infliction pancen! We'll see you again." The son was struggling with his increasingly fertile body.

Dul's smile grew. "Bin, this is my name Son. Put, this is my friend Robin. I'm sure you guys would fit in."

It might not fit, Dul thought. Robin must be good at serving the son whose hobby is nagging.

To Be Continued