Dul
009. A Child Who's Fallen in Heart

I don't know because I was just accused of stealing a piece of fried chicken. Or whether because he had cried sobbing a moment ago, he now entered the fried chicken restaurant. A delicious aroma instantly filled his nose.

Another luxury for Dul. Sit down and eat at an air-conditioned restaurant. While looking at the passerby from behind the glass wall. But baby, he's often the one who goes around outside.

“Which toy do you want?”

His mother's voice made Dul's mouth that was slightly agape back. He looked up at the menu board. Read everything one by one carefully. Writing that is sometimes difficult to say, makes it have to repeat in the head.

“That's it, Mom!” exclaimed Dul, pointing at one of the three choices presented to him.

Dul's face turned disappointed when he heard his mother say that the fried chicken package was to be taken home. He wanted to sit there for a moment. Spending the most delicious fried chicken from his restaurant directly under a cool AC pot.

His mother had put on white plastic. When he looked down at the plastic, Dul's gaze was dragged to his mother's feet. A pair of his mother's feet wrapped in those shoes. A second later, he felt he had become the most greedy child. He had no idea how many hours his mother had spent scavenging the trash he had just exchanged for a box of fried chicken.

“Where do you eat?” ask mother. That question made Dul's mind just disappear for a moment. Happiness that had been hidden, returned to the open.

"Sit there, can you, Mom? I'm bored at home,” replied Dul spontaneously.

The sky is dark. Dul was drowning in luxury in front of him. Tomato sauce with a brand of fried chicken restaurant and crispy fried chicken skin that feels different from those sold by the side of the road. Because her mother said she was full when offered, Dul devoured her food without guilt.

Under the table, Dul to the point of releasing one of his sandals to scratch the calf that the mosquito bites. If the restaurant is not full on the inside, it is much better to sit inside. Dul complained in his heart.

“Should be patient, yes. Mom, find the money first. Later if the money is a lot, Mother buy sandals and clothes all. You just don't be naughty. According to what Mbah Wedok said. Learn the pinter. If you are interested, you can go to a cheap school. You also helped my mother. Yes, Dul?”

His mother's advice he listened carefully. However, he did not look back to see his mother's face. Dul only realized that his clothes and sandals that day must have been really shabby, so the mother said so. He glanced at the sleeves of the jerseys he had been wearing for years. Sweatshirts that have been severed and perforated in some places. He had no problem with the shirt. Because, the shirt is comfortable to wear and cold when in the hot house.

While he was busy chewing, suddenly the voice of a man surprised him. “Dul's mom didn't eat? Om also today again want to eat fried chicken.”

It must be the guy with the two-pocketed shirt, he thought. Why does it sound more polite? Dul already put on a sullen face when he looked up. It turns out a different man. The man stood with a tray filled with fried chicken. Dul straightened his body and looked at his mother. His mother was surprised but did not show any dislike.

Dul looked at the man from top to bottom. Far more handsome than the man who came to his mother many times in a meatball stall. Higher and the style is cooler.

Dul looked down and saw the shirt he was wearing. Her little lips shriveled and clucked slowly. At that time he regretted using his butut shirt. Feeling inferior to the handsome man who just put a tray on the table. Also tucked a little worry if the man thinks his mother is not good at taking care of him. Slowly Dul wore the sandals he had released.

“Come, eat,” take the man thrusting a tray towards his mother.

“I'm full. What are you doing here?”

His mother's words slightly made Dul's heart melt. It seems like after that annoying guy the other day, his mother is getting more and more insular towards strangers. His mother did not smile. His face was flat and his answer was short. However, his mother's eyes could not lie. The man in front of them was indeed attracting attention.

“Dul, your mother doesn't want to eat. Though Om has bought a lot so that you can eat together. You sayin, dong, to your mother.”

Dul looked at his mother's face for a few seconds. Usually if he really does not like the existence of others, his mother will soon drag him from that place. However, at that time his mother just lowered her head and pretended to be busy tidying up her rice paper.

“Mother eat, we can't eat this every day. Mubazir, ma'am, if you don't eat. Mom often talks about it.”

“Tos! Dul pinter,” said the man.

That night, Dul felt like he was in love at first sight with the man who came to them. He did not know the name of the man. From the conversation at the table, he heard that the man was coming from the police next door. Is that guy a cop?

“Bu, Om who was it?” dul asked as Dijah held his hand into the alley.

“Name Bara. You call him Om Bara,” replied Colonized.

“Police? He said in Polsek,” reply Dul again.

“Realize listen to parents' talk.” Little laugh. “Not the police, but journalists. You're a reporter, right? It's a profession that gathers news to put in newspapers or television. Or to the news that can appear on advanced mobile phones. Mobile Mother can not,” clearly Colored, stop step in front of her parents' house.

“Om was ready Mother?”

“Nobody. You don't have to worry.”

His mother's answer was alarming. He still hopes to meet again with the man named Bara. It felt unsatisfactory for a moment. The man was very cheerful and often smiled looking at him. He likes.

“I like Om Bara, Bu.” Dul moved their hands.

“Ha? Likey? You've only met for the first time—“

“Means Mom met often?”

“Not also …. Yeah, had. Get in there. Already malem. I want to go straight home,” pinta Sejah, open the gate and bring Dul in.

“Mothers don't like it?” repeat Dul at the door.

“How liked? Om Bara is a stranger. You don't have to think macem-macem. You have enough, I feel happy and enough. No more strangers. Macem-macem again. Make blood rise,” murmur Seized.

Dul opened the door and stepped in. He was still holding the door and looking at his mother outside. “I really like Om Bara, Bu.” Dul wants to reiterate once again that he likes Bara. And hope his mother won't be as old as before if she meets the man next time.

“You like Om Bara why?” tanya Sejah's. Now their positions are staring at each other with the door opening slightly.

“Ganteng, dashing, friendly—“

“Still small but kayak kasmaran only. There in. Mom go home first.”

Dul grinned and closed the door. Hope there is another chance to be reunited with that manly man.

To Be Continued