Dul
079. The First Consciousness

"Indeed, I'm no longer horrified. But I don't say I'm a prick too, Bin. Not using how much budek?" ketus Putra, punching Robin's arm with a look like a boxer hitting his opponent.

"Not using a budek 5000 aja," replied Robin.

Dul and Nina laughed out loud to see colleagues sitting at a table in the classroom that actually rarely get along. Dul just finished cleaning his bag. After chatting with Lova earlier, he remembered that Heru could pick her up at any time.

"Chat what, anyway?" ask Putra. "Sister was looking very wrong behavior. Mmmm, you're wrong, too."

"Beautiful brother. It's kind of like a bule-bule, "welcome Robin.

"You're in line with Paskibra? Or ... just talking doesn't matter? I, anyway, ngajakin ngajakin Paskibra it's just a pleasantries. There must be something special. You use capital to buy two packs of ketoprak. Is there a budget in extracurricular organizations to recruit members? It doesn't feel like there is. Even the disciples desperately wanted to enter the organization but it was difficult. Although Dul's body more than deserves to enter the organization, it still feels impossible. Registration has been closed for a long time." The son seemed to be trying hard to extract information from Dul in order to resolve his curiosity. His hand was on his chin with his head slightly looked up and his other fingers were tapping on the table in a disturbing voice.

Nina just silently listened to the chat that did not upset her heart at that time. He quietly took his equipment off the table and put it in his bag. In a short time, his passion for speaking disappeared.

"Isss ... would you like to know what is not? What did Kelen say?" It was Robin's impatient turn.

Dul had just opened his mouth to answer, 'nothing important', but those words did not come out. A Hummer docked near the trading steling of the Son's mother.

"Dul" called Robin, pointing at Heru's newly arrived car.

"Yes, you know." Dul draped his bag to his shoulder. "What are you riding on?" ask Robin.

"Come on, who's going home!" exclaim Heru from behind the newly lowered car window.

Dul walked over to the car. "Pakdhe says it all? It's my friend, Robin."

"Yes, tau. Pakdhe knows Robin. That one? That girl wants to be left? Who did he come home to? Take aja. We are all muters who carry them. Mumpung not yet the time people go home from work," asked Heru.

"Oh, I'll ask you that." Dul instantaneously sumringah. His confusion was resolved in a short time. Actually he also felt bad to go home picked up while two other friends would ride the angkot. Usually they can still chat in the transport until one after another down at their respective destinations. Usually Robin is the last person to be on the freight.

"Be careful on the road, Pakdhe," cried the waving Son as all his friends got into Heru's car.

"Have you eaten?" dul asked, immediately welcoming Heru's hand to greet the man.

"Pakdhe has eaten. I met my coworker over lunch. The restaurant is not far from here" replied Heru.

"I ate too. Ketoprak wares mother Putra," replied Dul.

"Mmm ... The girls were not taught to eat ketoprak all of you? Just talking standing up?" Heru glanced at Dul at a glance while holding him a smile.

Dul widened his eyes for a second. Not daring to show such shock so blatantly to Heru. He held back his desire to ask since when Heru arrived at that place. What Heru saw when he misbehaved with Lova

"It should be if the girl is talking, from a more shady place. If you can be taught to sit down, dong. It is important not to be discussed, the situation is important to build the atmosphere. How's it? Wanna?" Heru raised one eyebrow and smiled meaningfully.

"So it was a normal conversation. About the invitation to enter the paskibra exkul. I said, males. Shadow line-lined in the scorching sun. Keep on sometimes using the event to get angry with seniors. I have no interest. Sleeping at home." Dul emphasized the word mending sleep at home while sidelining his body slightly to glance at Robin's reaction from the corner of his eye. No one should be aware of the small considerations he was thinking about after talking to Lova.

"Mmm, males, yeah." Heru pursed his lips.

Dul nodded faintly as he glanced back at Robin with the tail of his eyes. And the thing he was worried about happened.

Dul immediately shuffled and shook Robin's hand. "Don't ngaco. See what?" Dul turned his body around for a moment to look at Robin.

"Well, that's me. You see what? But instead, it turned back on me. Like a phone a friend of ours," replied Robin.

It seemed that time Dul had to take a calm breath again. They were in Heru's car. He boarded and drove him and his friends to each other's homes like a driver. At least they should all appreciate Heru.

Ten minutes to fend off each other's questions, Heru's car pulled over in front of the boba liquor store. There's an alley next to that shop.

"This is, right, the alley of his house?" Heru swiped the touchscreen display that displayed the navigation map. Checking if they had properly arrived at the address point that Nina mentioned earlier.

Nina did not say anything, but she hurriedly put on her bag. "I'm so happy, just a little walk. So thank you so much, Pakdhe." Nina hurried to open the door.

"Thank you equally" Heru replied casually.

Later that afternoon, we headed to Robin's house. For this one, Heru did not need to ask much about directions. In his mind even danced delicious meatballs that he had eaten with Bara and Pak Wirya.

"Well, it's nyampe," Heru pulled the car right at the mouth of the road.

"Yes, I go first. My message...." Robin stopped in front of the window of Dul's car that opened, "You did look up to Kak Lova earlier, my advice." Robin patted Dul on the shoulder with a serious look.

The journey to take it was very smooth. There remained Dul who was silent awkwardly waiting for Heru's reaction to their conversation earlier.

It felt, Dul was eager to invite Robin to fight at that time. Luckily Robin quickly went down and closed the door. And fortunately Heru's face was relaxed. As he understood what Dul was thinking, Heru hummed lightly with his finger tapping the wheel.

Dul also relaxed a little because Heru did not chimed in Robin's words that would make him blush. However, Heru is not his name if only silent on his hands.

"Whose girl's name was it?" ask Heru.

"Lova" answered Dul.

"Oh, it's Lova. Pakdhe's worried about being wrong."

"No, really. Pakdhe's ears are still good" Dul said. He chuckled softly as he recalled the incident a moment ago about 'forgetting'.

"Mmmm ... Lova is beautiful, Dul. If Nina had just come down would be sweet in time," said Heru.

"Pakdhe, what, take Nina with you?"

"Because Nina also has a crush on you. So, you have to put it in the choice," said Heru. "What did Pakdhe say? Still snot? You must be easy to get beautiful girls." Heru.

"Not thought that much" said Dul.

Heru ignored Dul's words. "You want Pakdhe to teach you the science of limited edition? All you know is that we're both. This time it's really both of us." Heru emphasized his last sentence very clearly.

Dul took a deep breath and stopped him. "What do you want to teach?" ask Dul.

To Be Continued