Dul
095. Make up

The relationship between Dul and Lova over the next week has changed significantly. The girl no longer visited the Dul class in the break or after study hours. The scene of each other throwing gazes through the nako window could be counted with fingers. If that happens, most Lova will look down and Dul will look back at the board with a flat face.

Once Dul was talking to his OSIS friends in the school hallway, Lova chose a detour to avoid Dul. At the heart of her relationship with Lova, Dul told no one including her two best friends. For him, it was not a thing to be shared, nor did he consider that the phase of the commotion was a matter of course. Meanwhile he wants to enjoy his own time and let Lova who is already sitting in the third grade of High School, concentrate for her final exams.

However, the story about the frenetic Lova was not able to be kept longer. Robin and Son sniffed another Dul gelagat than usual.

“Bin, do you think Dul and Kak Lova have broken up? I haven't seen them together again. Every break, Kak Lova must have come to Dul's class to have a chat. Eat together in the cafeteria, or to the OSIS secretariat together. Dul also never mentioned the name Kak Lova again for reasons. Usually Dul school return hours occasionally talking, ‘ I wait for Lova picked up first, you guys first aja.’ Now never again,” beber Putra one afternoon in a ketoprak stall.

“Gery of your observations, yes. Obviously, if the person has distance again,” Robin said.

“What distance is it?”

“That's a tree whose leaves can be made with oil,” Robin said.

“Do not joke. I'm serious,” said Putra.

“Yes that's right you said that. The Lova is rampant, the Dul won't persuade. That's the problem. This girl is sometimes a good time for her guy to reflect. Pondering if he didn't feel her. Is Dul sad or upset. But Dul is ordinary. Dul was tested with him. Suitable to be a CIA agent our friend on that one. Want to thicken any of us, his face still like that.”

“But this woman does want to be understood without them having to explain anything. Her man who must be sensitive,” Son spoke half-cherished.

“Romi Rapael also I don't think know the contents of her heart first. Any kind wants to be understood but does not say what is to be understood. Weight of the time, ah.”

“That's Dul dateng,” said Putra, looking out onto the street.

“Udah ready for the meeting?” robin from a long bench.

Dul nodded with a grimacing face due to the sunlight. He threw himself next to Robin. “Capek. Go home, yuk,” take Dul, look at Robin. Only the two of them were still dressed in school. While Putra has replaced his shirt with a T-shirt.

“Please wait a minute. We'll have a quick conversation with you,” Robin said.

“Ngomongin what? Meet every day, really. Seriously,” said Dul, nudging Robin's knee with his knee.

“Look at you if there's anything. Don't be so discreet. We, right, want to hear your lovemaking experience, Dul.” Robin shrugs Dul's shoulder.

Dul distanced his body to look at Robin, “What experience of lovemaking, anyway? Still in school talking about making love. I'll take it to your mother. Want?” Dul chuckled at Robin's instantly changing face.

“Kak Lova .. We want to talk about Kak Lova with you. Have you broken up with him?” ask Robin.

“Disconnect? Don't understand either, anyway. But he wants to be alone now. So, I'm just aja. Most third graders are busy with additional lessons,” replied Dul.

“Not because of Annisa?” Finally the Son spoke.

“What happened to Annisa? He's doing fine. But ... compared to before her mother died, Annisa now even more difficult to talk to.” Dul shrugged his shoulders.

“Because she knows you're still the same girl as Lova. That's why he doesn't want to disturb the concentration of your teenage love.” Robin is back to Dul.

"Neither understand. I don't know about Annisa" said Dul in a grim tone. "Udah, ah." Dul got up from the bench.

“We only met at school, what can happen?” Dul asked back.

“Yeah, lots of Dul. Sweeping the yard, planting garden trees, cleaning the student bathroom. I guess you're still asking,” Robin said.

“I have nothing, Bin. She only ever held Lova's hand. Where's your hand?” Dul puts his hand on Robin. Unknowingly, Robin obeyed Dul putting his hand on Dul's hand. “Nah .. here's how it feels about. Same thing, right?”

“Ah,” Robin clasped Dul's hand, “bedah, different. What the same. There must be some vibration. Kok, so disgusted anyway I hold-hold you.” Robin wipes her hand to Dul's uniform. The three of them laughed out loud.

The third week Lova carried out an act of sulking unpersuaded, finally the girl came to Dul after hours of study. His face was pouting, but the look in his eyes was friendly.

“Where to?” ask Dul, smile.

“Healing,” replied Lova, chuckling as she sat in the seat next to Dul. “Bener-yes yes you …. Absolutely do not want to come first,” he continued.

“Because I think you do need some alone time. I see you are also busy with extra lessons.” Dul stuffed all his books into a backpack, then attached them to his shoulder.

“I think you're with that new kid. I often see you watching him. Don't lie to you,” Lova said.

Dul stood up from his chair. “I have no reason to lie to you. Or anyone else, I don't have to lie. Have you been picked up? Let's take the road ahead. Today I picked up my father,” explained Dul.

Lova got up from the chair. “Mmm...always every time I talk about the new kid," said Lova.

"Don't take her. He never bothered you. Or bother me" replied Dul.

"Neg ...." Lova nudged Dul's arm. " Mmm...Where are you going this week? Play to my house, yuk,” take Lova.

Dul silently looked at the school hallway that left only a few students. “To your home?” repeat Dul, stalling his answer. “Bareng-bareng temenku can? A robin? Son?” ask Dul. If there are friends he will certainly not run out of talking materials. They could reason for the group's work should Lova's parents ask why they came.

“Bring your temen? No, dong. Masa, anyway, courting bring-in temen.” Lova blicked her lips.

“I myself? Want to do?” Dul's voice rose in astonishment. Then, remembering the words of Robin, ‘You meet. Want to sell chips?’ Dul closed his mouth holding back laughter.

“Had to say ..chat, eat, drink. Talking home from school is always in a hurry. Especially if my mom picks me up. It'll be a bit of a nelfon if I get out of the fence long. Come, dong ..” Lova wrapped her hands around Dul's arms and chopped down the spoiled.

“Mmmm...” Dul thought hard what he would do at Lova's house. By ourselves. Both. Meet the girl's parents. Then, what else?

“Or am I going to your house? I can play with your sister. Her name is Mima, right? Now she's fifth grade SD, right?” Lova further tightened her embrace on Dul's arm.

“Do not.. don't, don't go to my house. I'll go to your house. Okay, Saturday later, right?” Dul grimaces and releases Lova's hand before reaching the school fence. He was worried that Bara had arrived and seen the scene.

“OK. Saturday, yeah. Just be careful if you don't. That's my mama. I go first, yeah!” lova said, pinching Dul's arm slowly and then running towards the white SUV.

To Be Continued