Dul
077. Stringing Days

He said the time of High School time looking for identity. Go to school dressed up and perfumed. Walk straighten the body and take footsteps. Nice style to look like a child today. Even though the day still smells of the sun.

"Hate the times I've been maths lessons. Don't look white all my eyes were working on that?" Robin tidied up his bag while grumbling.

"affirms. I think it's rare for people who like maths other than money-counting time to seem." The son chimed in.

Dul turned his body facing backwards. "So, how? Are we in on a proposal to remove math from the curriculum?" ask Dul, looking at Robin.

"You can indeed, it has long been called by my mother the Minister of Education. Unfortunately I can't" Robin said.

Replace Nina who looked next to him. "So, how? You're my record pinjem?" asked Nina, looking at Dul.

"My record is done. It was Robin who had not recorded everything. Bin, this is Nina's note. The writing is very neat. The circle of your eye items will not say if you read this." Dul grabs Nina's mathematical notes and thrusts them at Robin.

A second Robin's face looked confused, the next second he caught Dul's intention and immediately kept the record. Nina's face showed a bit of shock. But it changed again as usual.

"Go home? Or are we hanging out at Mamak Putra's stall? My pocket money is still left over for a plate of ketoprak. Whacky?" Robin looked at Dul.

"Can. But not for long, yeah. Ibra was still sleeping with my mother. No one is taught to play" said Dul.

"Si Mima is chatty don't want you to play together?" Robin stood up to wrap his bag.

"Enak ngatain my sister chatty. Although it's true, it's not horrified." Dul chuckles. "Come, Put. Your mother's trading today, right?"

"Interned. Hopefully this hour has a little left over, yes. If the rest of my many kasian," said the Son who turned to stand out from the corner of his chair.

"Kok, you're the one who's the cutie?" Robin stood waiting for his friends near the teacher's desk.

"If the trade did not run out, my mother did not cook. Breakfast, lunch, night replaced ketoprak. So often eating ketoprak, eating whatever menu tastes like ketoprak for me," explained Putra.

Nina tidied up her bag for a long time. There was no one else in the class but them. Everyone's gone out. Most are looking for a way to their homes. Some are still left in school to follow various extracurricular activities. Or also additional lesson hours for last year students.

"You want to go to his mother's shop, Son? We'll have lunch there. I haven't been there for a long time." Dul stands waiting for Nina. She had been watching Nina like she wanted to say something. Maybe the girl wanted to come with them but hesitated to say first. That's Dul's mind. It turns out that Dul's mind was not wrong.

"You know, I'm also a laper," Nina greeted, smiling sweetly as she fixed her glasses.

Putra's family lived in a patch of house whose front was a ketoprak stall where his mother traded. His father was an online motorcycle taxi driver who left at dawn and came home at midnight. The son only has one brother who sits on the Junior High. Their bodies are not much different. When Robin asked about the fertility problems of all their family members other than his father, Putra replied that they are all adherents 'Hati happy even though they have no money'.

Because of hearing that, Robin also added that the Son's father may not feel the same because the real father is the smallest.

The mother Putra's shop looked quiet that afternoon. There are only two students of Class 3 High School who eat there because it will take an additional lesson at three in the afternoon.

Dul's favorite location in that place is a long bench that supports the walls of the house. From that position he was free to see anyone who passed to go to the stop located outside the road. Coupled with the honest comments of Robin and Putra who talk while looking at his mother, the activity of paying attention to other students is never boring. As for Nina, that afternoon blushed a lot and smiled for topics that felt a little absurd.

"That's half a year of school in the same place, the same class, even the same desk, I never knew Robin's long name. Who the hell, anyway? Mysteriously," upset Son, put two ketoprak dishes that his mother had just finished making in front of Dul and Robin.

"Times, anyway, do not know," said Dul.

"Yes. Can't you see or hear that the teacher is absent?" Nina chimed in. He put away the textbooks he opened to receive the ketoprak that the Son delivered.

"Do you know Robin's full name?" The son asked Nina. The girl nodded. "I don't know, either, anyway," said Nina starting to stir her food.

"How can I tell you not to break you, yes," said Robin, exchanging glances with Dul while chuckling.

(Palak: annoyed)

The son took a seat next to Nina, facing Robin and Dul against the wall. In front of him presented a plate of rice, balado eggs and ketoprak vegetables doused with spices.

"Robin LS .... There will be no shadow, too" muttered the Son.

"Well, yeah ...." Son snarled. "Somehow it is a bit sprained," said the Son.

Everyone exchanged glances, then laughed out loud. Mother Son also laughed to hear the teenage guyonan that he often heard. It's no wonder anymore. Since the trade was left a little, the woman began to clean the glass steling and went into the house.

"What's going to go up, Dul?" ask Nina.

"So my Pakdhe sent a message, I have come home or not. Because I'm still here he said that coming home could be together. My father was at a seminar outside the city, my Pakdhe is his home with my house" explained Dul.

Nina nodded. Robin glanced at the girl's reaction and felt a slight difference in the look on her face. Dul looks at Robin's face and understands what his friend is thinking. The son was still concentrating on his lunch.

"But I don't get picked up every day. Regular angkot ride or take ojek. Kan, it's big," added Dul again intend to melt the atmosphere. He doesn't know where Nina's house is. Want to offer to go home together, he did not feel good to Heru. It felt impossible to offer a ride while he himself also hitchhiked. Dul grimaced in heart.

They talked about the biological tasks that week had to be collected. Dul brought out Annisa's IPA dictionary which turned out to be useful. Each wants to know new terms in subjects related to IPA, Dul always remembered the dictionary.

"Historical dictionary" said Putra, glancing at the dictionary in Dul's hands. "Because of this dictionary I know what a Abdullah is, '" he added.

"Where is it?" Robin looked curiously at the Son.

"Abdullah has a stuttering disease" the son said with a serious look.

"Ah, cook anyway .. cem betol aja," said Robin did not believe.

The son was engrossed in enjoying Robin's confused facial expression. Rarely can he make Robin have something he doesn't know about Dul. Two high school students approached the glass steling and frowned looking for something.

"I told you what too. Kan, I saw for myself he turned here," whispered one of the students who had just arrived.

"What do you want to buy, Ma'am? Ketoprak, huh? Howmany? Pack or eat here?" The son stood up to his prospective buyer.

"What do they want to buy. Later answered the girls want to buy spare parts of the car confused him. It's been a big time writing a ketoprak in front of the steling." Robin chuckles whispering to Dul.

Nina smiled at Robin's words. Not to forget, Nina was ogling Dul's reaction. And it seems that Dul isn't sensitive enough about it. He was busy scooping ketoprak seasoning to the bottom of his plate.

"Mmmm .. want to buy ketoprak. Wrap it up" replied the other girl.

"Oh, I just ngeh. Ma'am is a second-grader who's practicing paskibraka, huh?" ask Putra.

"Yes, really," replied the girl.

"Two packs?" ask the Son again.

The girl nodded at the Son. Then, he turned to Dul who was bowing on his plate. "If you'd like a quick chat with Abdullah, would you?" ask the girl.

Robin directly patted Dul's shoulder next to him. "Dul, the upperclassman wants to talk to you" Robin said.

"Huh?" Dul looked up in surprise. "Chat..how?" Dul asked back. At the bottom of his lips covered with ketoprak spice that failed to enter the mouth.

"Well, this is what I said. His stuttering disease recurred," said Putra, walking to the door of the house to call his mother.

Robin nudged Dul's shoulder. "Stand you jumpain that beautiful sister for a moment. Sana, Brother. Bring him, "pinta Robin.

"Huh? Where to?" Dul looked at the two upperclassmen who were giggling in front of him. His hands this time went back up to his head to nourish the hair.

"But, for a while," Robin pulled out two sheets of tissue and wiped Dul's straw mouth and stuffed his old tissue into Dul's hands.

To Be Continued