Dul
088. The Old Story Do Not End

Maybe just a few seconds, the eyes of Annisa can be seen recognizing Dul. The girl then acted as usual. Don't care. Dul slows down to see where a teacher takes Annisa. It turned out that the teacher passed him and Lova to walk towards the row of classes. Annisa followed the teacher's footsteps, also passing through. The girl did not look at him in the least.

Annisa's a new student here? Which class to attend?

"Cock, stop? Come on," Lova asked, wringing Dul's arm.

That great curiosity, should be kept Dul until the meeting in the secretariat Paskibra is completed. Various conjectures appeared in his mind when he saw Annisa earlier. The girl is still the same. Straight hair that never tied, the path that is always fast, not too concerned with the surrounding, also never looked at others for too long. It was as if Annisa was safe and comfortable with her own world.

The meeting was over just as the entrance bell rang. Dul swiftly stood up from his chair. Impatiently since then, he sat uneasily throughout the meeting. As if his butt suddenly overgrown with a lot of thorns.

Dul quickly steps into his class. Then, his steps slowed down. Annisa sat at the back table on her right. By ourselves. Dul is getting closer, but Annisa is busy taking notes on her writing book. Dul got closer and looked at him.

Oh, the subject list ....

That day, without Dul realizing it he had spent the rest of the day without turning Lova to the window on his left. With a little obvious, he more often invite friends behind him to chat in order to glance at Annisa.

And as Dul had previously thought, after the lesson ended, Annisa again disappeared as fast as lightning. Just saw the flickering hair and the color of the girl's backpack, but Dul quickly lost track. He said hello to the girl and asked her how he was doing. As for chatting in class, Dul had a bit of a concern.

"You ask him to say it first" Robin said three days later. Dul again lost track of Annisa at the gate.

There was no line-up schedule that day. Lova came home with her invitation on schedule. Dul with Robin and Putra walked to the ketoprak stall.

"Udah. Answer's short. I quickly ran out of talk material" said Dul with a grim look. "And I only want to talk rich. Want to know what time he moved to what city. I want to know where he moved from now. That's all," answered Dul.

"This means that one of your shortcomings is not in class with us. If there is one of us, you can easily connect the conversation" said Putra.

The three of them sat quietly for a moment. They are busy with their own thoughts. Until a customer comes to buy ketoprak. The three observed the mother Putra making a buyer order. After the buyer left and Putra's mother returned to the house, the three resumed the conversation material.

"Come to his house. Whacky?" Robin sparked his idea suddenly.

"Shame, ah. Gumptuous. Want what?" Dul asked back.

"Well, come see you, Dul. If you want to sell chips, you take Joseph. Pretend to trade chips to his house. Let's not be ashamed. Big time your balls are like." Robin snorts.

"Just have a normal conversation. About what, huh?" Dul scratched his chin with a frowning forehead.

"You throw him in the head with a tiptoe. That Abis you're sorry. Finally, Kelen can say. You can also get the bonus of rubbing his head" Robin said proudly.

"Or can also be a bonus one stick on the head of Dul," welcome Putra. "From reason, really, yes - there is." The son got up to pick up the plastic kettles next to the glass steling.

“Who are you going home with, Dul?” ask Robin. “Dah full of ketoprak now my eyes sleepy,” he added.

“Acquired my father. Today he said he did not enter the office. Just a meeting in another office with Pakdhe,” explained Dul. “We just did. Soon it may come.”

At two in the afternoon less, it turns out that those who are seen approaching the ketoprak stall are Heru cars.

“Not your father, Dul. Who picked up your Pakdhe.” Robin nudged Du I next to him and pointed at Heru's car which had just stopped.

“It may not be just my Pakdhe. My dad must have picked me up. My father usually always keeps promises,” said Dul, rising from his seat.

And it is true what he just said. The window of the car was soon lowered and Bara's face appeared with a wave of his hand.

“Come, Bin. All right,” take Bara.

“Iya, Om. Sure,” replied Robin.

“What's the reason?”

“Because even if your father didn't offer, I'm sure to stick to.” Robin got in the car with a big smile. “How are you from Father Bara and Pakdhe? Both are getting better and better, I look. Don't be long-time handsome. What will our fate be? Heavy struggling to find girls if you have to compete with seniors.” Robin begins to launch his wages hitchhiking in Heru's car with a rain of praise.

“Makin shrewd aja yes, Robin,” said Heru smiled looking at the middle spy.

“Regular Pakdhe .. demands needs,” replied Robin.

“Udah on meal?” bara asked, looking back to look at Robin and Dul.

“Udah, Dad. Eating ketoprak mother Son. I haven't eaten that for a long time, ” replied Dul.

“So, the election of its Osis Chair when?” Bara lowers the volume of the car radio to hear Dul's answer more clearly.

“Lusa. I'm actually not very interested, anyway. After thinking about it, he was tired of being the Chairman of Osis. Many to and fro.”

“Ih, germany …. It's high times our expectations are the same as yours, Dul. Don't you say that. If you don't want to be the Chairman of Osis .. don't be our friend.” Robin's face pouted.

He laughed at Robin's words. “Lived aja, Dul. Being active in the organization is of great use. One of them is to make your public speaking good. If you have always talked in front of many people, talking the same girl must also be smooth,” Heru explained, glancing at Dul from the middle spy.

“Cewe just ngajarinnya,” blush Bara, glancing Heru behind the wheel.

“It's just a small example. But it has been proven,” reply Heru.

“That's Nisa!” screech Dul suddenly. “Home past idi around there. I still wear school clothes but I don't have a bag. Where is he going?” In that instant Dul forgot about the two adults who were in the front seat. He turned his body around to see where Annisa was going.

“Who's visa? Dul's girlfriend?” Heru also looked at the left rearview to see the figure Dul meant.

“Not a girlfriend, Pakdhe. The status is just talkative but can not. Well, that's the status. I was confused too,” Robin explained.

“Not to be explained as well,” said Dul slowly, patting Robin's arm slowly.

"Let me help you explain it when you've done it badly" Robin replied in a whisper.

“Muter aja, Mas.” Suddenly speaking.

“OK,” welcome Heru instantly understand.

It was Dul's turn to panic. “Muter to where, Yah?”

“We saw where Nisa went. Let's not be curious,” answered Heru, turn on the right turnlight and look for a round. “Mumpung not far away,” he added again.

“Friend Dul was in the pharmacy. I see,” said Bara.

“Oh, yes. I saw there was a pharmacy next to the bakery,” said Heru excited. “You can go to the pharmacy it's Dul. Want to chat, right?”

Bara then took out his wallet and took out two hundred thousand pieces. He looked back and gave the money to Dul. “Buy regular Ibra milk one can. Keep wondering about telon oil,” pinta Bara.

Dul is a little shocked by the change of his father and Pakdhe. Robin was clapping his hands.

“Aih, Dul …. Patent times, ah. It is different for men with this experience. Rap-rap-rap, spry times," exclaimed Robin patting her thighs because of the atmosphere. Then, he patted Dul on the shoulder. "It doesn't work either, I'm looking at the girls again you're finishing high school. Gather courage until college later.” Robin chuckles.

To Be Continued