Dul
099. After the Duel

Just five minutes into putting a stack of maps on Heru's desk, Bara's phone vibrated.

“Keren. Very quickly after completion. All of you, huh?” Heru advanced the location of his chair to reach the newly placed map Bara.

“Udah all. For a moment, there was a phone coming in,” Bara said, reaching into her pocket and frowning a few seconds later. “Putra? This is Dul's friend,” Screeches Bara, directly sliding the phone screen.

Heru also stopped his activities to open the map sheet because of Bara's serious face.

“Gosh ... ouch .... It was wanti-wanti. What is—Om to there now.” Bara ended the conversation. He looked at Heru whose face needed an explanation. “Dul fight, Mas. With another school kid. Now taken to school. All the children were called by their parents. I'm leaving first.” Bara pocketed the cell phone and turned towards the door.

Heru quickly stored the map Bara brought into a locked drawer. “Ra! I'm coming!” exclaimed Heru, out of the room following Bara.

“There is no work? I'm nothing, you know. It's just a matter of children,” said Bara when Heru stepped in the office lobby.

“Institute of Reporters, Ra. This is the first time Dul got into a fight. This is one of his advances,” said Heru, following Bara's steps towards the motorcycle parking lot.

Bara turned her head, “Child fight, really, even progress. I'm on a bike, Mas. Want to hug my waist? I want to speed up to get to Dul's school. I don't want this to get to the police station. There can be parents of students who are provoked,” Bara explained, enter the key of the motorbike and wear a helmet.

“Eh, ride motor?” Heru looked doubtfully. “The waist is safe if I am piggybacked up this? Understandably, already forties,” he still observes the shape of the Bara motorbike dived

She grimaced from behind her helmet. “You're coming, come on. If not, I'm leaving now.” He got on the motor and started the engine.

Heru snatched the Bayu helmet that was stuck in the handlebar of the motor. “I'm coming,” said Heru, climbed into Bara's splat and immediately patted her waist. “Ngeliat these women are hounded using this, really, even really fun, yes. Seized never said that her waist hurts?” tanya Heru, began to come down to equalize the position of his body with Bara.

“Not sick of love and being enjoyed,” Bara said, half screaming.

“The drop must remain sore, just do not say aja.”

“Tanya Colored if you don't believe,” reply Bara again.

“Other school children? The brawl? It was, really, impossible ...” Heru spoke from Bara's back. Now his hand was gripping tightly to Bara's waist and following the leaning body of his cousin's sister riding a large motorbike.

Bara didn't answer anymore. He bersbernya motorbike split the streets mumpung when it was not yet hours home from work.

Meanwhile, the commotion on the pavement fished out all the disciples who had just dispersed watching football flocked to look. Seeing the commotion between the Chairmen of their High School Osis, Dul's schoolmates crowded with other school students back to their school.

“Come, help bring the motor. Back to school. There are still BK teachers and sports,” said the school guard, pointing to two motorcycles that are still standard on the side of the road.

Yani suddenly appeared next to Dul with a breath of breath. “Where's the story? Kok, so fight? No one needs to be treated, right? In school there are BK teachers and sports teachers. Can be long trial.”

Yani looks at Dul's face carefully. The corner of Dul's lips was bleeding and his chin had a scuff wound. But Dul's clothes don't stain in the least. Compared to the reverse with Robin whose face is fine, but his clothes are unusually dirty.

“Bin, really, can that be?” yani asked, looking at Robin from top to bottom.

“I son of Rinso not afraid of dirty,” replied Robin casually.

“Ngaco. In school there is a teacher BK, do not get me wrong,” Yani message to Robin.

“Still small times replied BK teacher, Yani. I thought about where to answer my mother's question. This Pande's Son,” Robin glanced at the Son next to him. “My mother called him first. Nice call the cops instead of my mom's phone. Present ... please my goons, bah.”

“Why fight, anyway? Can't be properly homologated? This way the relationship between schools can heat up. There can be grudges,” said the School Keeper when his steps go hand in hand with Dul.

“Let me talk to Teacher BK. Next up is up to Teacher BK how to do it. Call the parents, suspension or something. Look at it later,” said Dul.

Putra patted Robin on the shoulder, “Sabar .. not the concept,” said Putra.

“Ayo, fast. Don't be dawdling the path. It was late afternoon,” said the School Keeper, slowing down his steps and flicking his hands behind all the students who were walking towards the gate.

“Anything kind of dribble to the cage of the friend, bah,” grunt Robin.

“Udah—, don't be noisy. We go straight to BK. Other school students were taken there,” Yani said. “Let me help you talk to your mother," continued Yani, looking at Robin.

“Aih, makjang baek times ... Yani was long ago?” robin asked as they arrived at the fence.

“What time? I haven't been home since. Still watching from near the goal,” explained Yani.

“Beauty ... I just did you look beautiful long ago?” Robin chuckles. The son released his embrace from Robin's shoulders while snoring.

Rifky, and three of his friends had filled four seats lined up in front of Teacher BK's desk. Sitting also next to Teacher BK was a Sports Teacher who taught third grade.

“Well, please drink first. Abis brawled earlier must be thirsty.” Teacher BK placed a small bottled mineral water in front of each student. The teacher then turned to Dul and Robin, “You also have to drink,” said the Teacher.

“We're safe, Sir. Mr. jamu our guests aja,” sahut Robin.

Teacher BK replied to Robin by tightening his teeth. Robin shut up for a moment.

Suddenly Lova appeared at the door of BK's room. “Rifky! How, gini? Dul?” Lova looked at Dul who looked back at him with a flat highlight.

The distance of their seats from the door where Lova was standing was approximately only three meters. Even so, Robin still had time to whisper to Dul, “Halah-halah. Whacky? Still so you're going to his house tomorrow?” ask Robin to Dul.

The Sports teacher who had gone to the office to call a line of phone numbers of the parents had reappeared on the doorstep.

“What are you doing here?” ask the Sports Teacher on Lova.

“She brain actress—” Robin's words stopped because Dul kicked his leg. “Ih, that's the betol I said earlier. He was crying on the phone. Udah like soap opera anyway,” Robin's nagging anyway.

“Make the one with no importance can wait outside aja, yes. What are you?” ask the Sports Teacher on the Son.

“I support system Dul and Robin, Sir,” replied Son.

“You're the witness, Put. What are those systems,” Robin's nag again.

“You seem to need to drink more. Come on, use these two bottles of mineral water at once. Let his head cool,” pinta Guru BK who sits behind his desk.

Despite the frown, Robin actually finished off the two bottles of drinking water that were thrust at her.

Since then, Dul has spoken a thousand languages. He only looked at the remains of the students who were still outside the BK room out of curiosity. He was also preparing an explanation to be revealed to the teacher, as well as to his father. It was a shame because the cause of the fight was only because of a female disciple. But, Dul did not regret his actions of kicking Rifky first. In fact, he thinks Rifky's mouth is more worthy of being kicked than his body.

From behind the glass, Dul saw a red motorcycle enter the fence and drove up to near the BK room.

“Dul! Bara's father is coming!” exclaim Robin.

The call was so loud. Robin didn't know that Dul's heart was breaking. Again he troubles his father.

To Be Continued