Dul
097. The form of Disappointment

For a moment, Dul felt himself stupid. Standing long on the school fence only to see the back of the car carrying Annisa completely shrink and eventually disappear from view. Where has he been all this time? Busy with OSIS and serve a cheerful but often sulky Lova? Or is he too busy sitting joking in a ketoprak stall?

During this time Dul always thought that his togetherness with Annisa was still long. He thought that they would leave the school together by signing each other in their uniforms. Dul is mistaken. Nonchalant. Annisa now goes with all the mysteries and beliefs about the word ‘one day’.

“We searched everywhere, it turns out you're here. Kelen class is up against that. You're not coming?” ask Robin.

“I can not play football with my father,” replied Dul lethargic.

“Why?”

“Come, Bin …. Which son? You guys go home together? If I'm still in school, I'll go first. Again kepengin sitting in his mother's shop Putra.” Dul leans against the school gate wall.

“Putra nyari discount to canteen. He said he was hungry, but he wanted to go home. You why? How, pale kali? Abis see what you are? Have you seen anything you've never seen?” Robin stepped out of the fence and swerved into the street.

“I just nganter Nisa. From Monday on, he's not in class with me anymore. Move again, Bin.” Dul rubbed his face.

“Ah, you are serious. Asik moved he I looked. Aren't you tired of cleaning up?”

Dul shook his head, “I don't know. I want to eat ketoprak. Say the same Son...”.

“What do you say to me?” The new son appeared with plastic in his hand.

“I'm going to your mother's shop. I want to go home, but I still don't feel good. You if you still want to continue aja,” said Dul, straighten the body while raising the rope backpack.

“Dul hurts?” son asked, seriously looking at Dul's lethargic and slightly pale face. “Need medicine? It's no cake and pentol.” Son lifts his plastic.

Robin holds Dul's stomach. “Not here that hurts, but here.” Robin's hand then moves to Dul's chest.

“Why? Who's hurting? Don't-don't ..” The son felt that he had seen the same disappointment on Dul's face.

Robin nodded at the Son. “Betol what do you think it is. Today she was left by Annisa again. Move schools,” obviously Robin. “I understand you understand, Put. If you join the communicata quiz, it can definitely win us.”

The son ignored Robin's words. “Seriously, Dul? Nisa moved again? Where to?” It turns out that was true. Dul's disappointed face was still the same. In fact, it now looks much more disappointed.

“Balikpapan. Stay with his eldest brother.” Dul lowered his head and straightened his shirt that had come out of the slippage of his pants.

“Kasian Nisa's. Must keep going and fro following a family who could be his guard. You're this sad, Dul. You didn't forget to ask for Nisa's phone number, did you? Any nyimpen? Don't tell me you forgot,” cecar Putra.

“That's what you asked, Put. Our enemy's phone number alone, we must save it for us to name ‘bodat (monkey)’ in hape. Moreover, the number of hape cewe that we beter-beter.” Robin snorted at Son.

[Beter-beter: watch, look. Pronunciation as says ‘Medan’ (e taling)]

“Yes too, yes. Lagian Nisa has been pretty long in the same class as Dul. Maybe we'll see Nisa again later, Dul. We can get together again when we are all more independent.” The son came forward to pat Dul's shoulder gently.

“remember me, right ... no goodbye kelen? What did he say? What did you say? Didn't you kiss her? He doesn't know you? Or kelen salaman kiss hands just like a holiday?” Robin advanced to embrace Dul's shoulder.

“I, right, just want to make sure that Dul does not regret it later. Curious it's not delicious. He can also know his heart with little contacts with Nisa. The funny thing is you're.” Robin looked at the Son.

“What's the talk, anyway? I was laper. I went to his mother's shop Putra first if you guys are still long.” Dul turned towards the fence.

“Eh, it's the Lova!” screeches Robin. “Come, Dul. You hut. You must be lazy to see him.” Robin pulled the body of the Son to draped and covered Dul from Lova who was frowning in the distance.

(Conders: hide)

“Tomorrow I have an appointment to Lova's house. I'm headfirst. If he does, say I'm not feeling well. Tomorrow can also meet him.”

Dul left school when the school was boisterous because of a friendly football match. His shoulders came down and his head looked down at his pair of legs. Starting Monday, he will return to school as usual. His shoulders will be back to face the blackboard. Not too busy looking back to find out what Annisa was working on.

That's fast. He just had to see the girl sitting in his chair. He never bothered Annisa. The girl just needs to sit there. Be present every day and speak as necessary to other students. The class will not be the same, he thought.

Dul asked for a plate of ketoprak on Mother Son. Because of being there often, Putra's mother did not ask too much when she heard that Putra and Robin were still in school watching football.

His stomach was hungry once, but spent a plate of ketoprak with normal portions only, Dul took a long time. His hands too often quietly stirred and moved the vegetables on the plate. He felt the phone in his pants pocket vibrate. Dul quickly looked at his phone. Hope it's Annisa who's back to say something. Apparently, Dul saw Lova's name from the notification. He returned to his cell phone. Not very urgent. Dul glimpsed Lova asking about tomorrow.

“Dul! We came ...” Robin was waving from the street. “Udah full of you? Where is your mood?” Robin was sitting next to Dul patting his shoulders.

“Udah full. You're done, right? Want to go straight home? Yuk,” take Dul to Robin.

“Come home. Uh, but you were looking for the Lova. I said you came home because you weren't feeling well. Repetitates him. Doesn't he seem to be chatting you? Look first,” said Robin, nudging Dul's leg.

“There. I saw a little of the message. It's just about tomorrow. Can be answered later. Tomorrow I go to his house,” replied Dul.

“Pas says you're home, the Lova is like a hyacinth. I took a breath to repel him, I left him. Wistful. My mama's reps were enough for me for the rest of my life. No more adding.”

“Iya, Dul. It seems like Kak Lova is indeed craving. If it is difficult, you are talking about the real.” The little son understood that Dul more often showed his bad taste to Lova during this time.

“Iya .. You said ajalah. Do not let you feel there is a debt of gratitude because of the position of Chairman of Osis. You are also not paid. You were chosen because you were handsome and pande. If the pande capital, it is still heavy. Come on, our way.” Robin hugged Dul's shoulder and raised his hand on the Son.

“Be careful on the road,” order Putra reply to the wave of his two best friends.

Late that afternoon, it turned out that the other Son's message was usually a sign of something. Dul and Robin were walking side by side on the sidewalk without talking. Trees on the side of the road are lush and shady, making them walk a little more leisurely towards the stop.

Both are full, tired, and sleepy. Both are also imagined will be able to immediately relax themselves upon arrival at home. However, their day is still long. Two motorcycles approached the sidewalk with the sound of deafening machines.

“Hei, Abdullah!” call a man.

To Be Continued