TINI SUKETI
1. Legendary Candidate

By reading this story, the reader believes that he is old enough. Readers can judge independently if all the things presented are only the imagination of the author that is entertaining. This story does not represent a particular religion or group of people.

Welcome to the world of imagination. Happy reading.

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At the age of 24, Tini had never imagined what a big city frenzy would look like. His life is about waiting for a soul mate. Waiting for a man named Coki to propose to her.

No day without a chef. To Tini, Coki is the most handsome man in his village. All he did was for the chef.

Chef first, Chef again, Chef continues. What does a Chef do? Mantris. More precisely is the honorary energy as an animal mantri. Chef who luntang three years after graduating from High School, managed to become an honorary energy in the service after his parents sold two plots of rice fields to make his son's life more useful. That was the focus of hope for Tini. Imagine being able to marry Coki and live in his house-in-law full of carvings like a temple.

“Which chef, Tin?” ask Siti Kusmini as she and Tini walk hand in hand after factory.

“Round around cow cheating, sleepiest. Wh why? How, nanya Coki? Where's your girlfriend?” Tini looked at her best friend.

“Ada,” Reply Siti briefly. “When are you applying?” ask Siti again.

“Yes, don't know for sure. Said patiently. Why why anyway? You want to marry first? Yeah, had. Later I shared the same shirt material.” Tini laughed casually.

“If I party first, is it okay? You want to be a pager?” ask Siti.

“Yes, nothing. I must be the pager ayunya,” said Tini again.

They turned to an unpaved road, left on the right, filled with trees. The area where they lived was on one winding road. Tini and her best friend's house is located in a different alley. But all the alley was dead-end, ending with the river bank area.

Three hundred meters on foot, Siti pampits to turn left where her house is. While Tini, continued his journey towards the next two alleys. Quite far from the big road, with sharp bends and lush trees, from a distance it looks like it went into the forest.

From a distance, Tini saw his house was deserted. There are usually two motorbikes parked in front of the house. That afternoon there was only one, which belonged to his sister.

Tini was humming in front of her front door, when it opened.

“Do not enter first, Ma'am Tini find sire there!” exclaimed Evi, when she opened the door and met her brother.

“Kok, me? I just got home from work. Which day? Ask him to come. I'm males. Later meet many fathers in warung.” Tini broke into her house.

“Not in the stall, just came home and I passed the stall no. Must be chicken again,” said Evi.

“Biarin. Instead of sheep, we can follow dizziness. I'm bosen ngasi tauunya. I am old, there is no repentance. Which day?”

“Dayat play to his house. I did not answer the phone. I'm tired of going around from noon, this hour just finished cooking. Father from noon does not return home.” Evi went back into the house and followed her brother to the back.

“Yes, no need to search. If laper, right, go home. If dead planted,” Tini's scolding, walk into his room.

“It can't be that, Ma'am. Our parents only live Mr. aja.” Evi sat on the edge of a multi-story iron bed whose bottom was usually occupied by Tini.

Evi Sunarti is 19. Tini's second brother, his job is a credit maker of all kinds of objects requested by customers. Starting from kitchen equipment, to mattress equipment. The girl was very persistent in raising money to continue her schooling to college which was constrained by costs. After the completion of SMA, Tini gave him the capital to be re-spun buying goods orders that will be repaid a maximum of ten times each month.

As long as the price is still reachable and sufficient capital, Evi always meets the demands of its customers. But, with one absolute condition given by her brother. Customer, husband or wife, no one becomes a member of the shop gaple.

Prospective customers who are known to have a bond with a gaple stall, have been confirmed to be killed. Because according to Tini, gambling has no cure.

“From Mother is still healthy to get into the ground, Father's work has not changed. The life is useful, the death is even spit. If it could be exchanged.” Tini combed her hair and pinned it to the back of her head.

“Ticking!” hatch Evi.

“Telfon Dayat again. I was third grade Junior High instead of learning a lot, even crawling every day.” Tini draped the towel and left Evi in the room.

“Definitely want to go weekly mallm with Coki,” muttered Evi.

“What's the reason?” sahut Tini from the front door of the bathroom.

Evi just kept quiet. It was Friday night. The youths in their village used to have started wandering around looking for a partner or dating.

Tini Suketi has gone through those times. He was already at an over-ripe age in his village. Living in a small village of 24 unmarried years is not an achievement to be proud of.

Mr. Joko entered through the back door of his house after putting a rooster that he always carried everywhere to compete in the cage. He tried not to make a noise when entering the house. The sky was already dark and he knew his eldest daughter must have gone home from work.

Mr. Joko settles into his room, crossing the small living room.

“Ayam terooooss ...,” says Tini who just appeared in the living room.

His father looked directly back. “Just take a walk. Kasian he is still in the cage,” replied Mr. Joko.

“Mending sold. Let it be of use,” replied Tini.

“Yes, kasian. The time of the Puput is for sale. What's the point? He made a friend Mr.” Joko asked back.

“Not working, cuddling chicken continues. It can be replicated with Dayat. Puput—puput. Rooster named Puput.” Tini turned around leaving her father. He went back into his room with a sad face.

“Bosen, right, ngasi dunya? Wonder. But don't say anything else. So sin,” said Evi. “Tip Mbak Tini in shift what time?” ask Evi to Tini who has laid herself in bed.

“Tomorrow I'm in the ten-morning shift. Let me cook. Where are you going?” ask Tini.

“Tok me to market. Someone ordered a plastic mat. Ma'am Tini eat now. I'm going to bed. Tired all day hot. Where was the motor did not want to turn on. I'm tired of taking a dry shower.” Evi climbed up the bed ladder to occupy the top of the level bed.

Tini's body and heart were tired. Have a lazy father who has no pity on his daughters. Most of his time was spent in stalls and get-togethers in the middle of plantations to pit chickens.

Tini lay on her back looking at the shadow of her younger sister who was always sleeping facing the wall. Life is so dull and dead-end. Have a boyfriend who despite having a permanent job but is known as an addict. Salary as a mediocre honor, but always run out to buy illegal objects.

It's been two days that Chef has been hard to contact. Every time he was asked to meet, the man always explained his busyness going from one village to another to check the livestock. There are cow miscarriages, insemination, some scabies due to pain and too long lying down.

Tini closed her eyes. Is planning something for tomorrow, in an effort to reduce his frustration.

Like last night's plan. Evi had gone to the market early in the morning to buy his customer's order. Tini was already in the kitchen to cook before leaving for work at the factory. While Dayat and Pak Joko are still reaped dreams on Saturday.

By nine o'clock, Tini was already preparing to leave for the factory. When he was wearing his shoes at the front door, his father came out of the room rubbing his eyes, yawned, and raised his sheath.

“A ripe?” ask Mr. Joko. His stomach was hungry by nine.

“Already, just enter the mouth anyway. I'm going, yes.” Tini immediately passed from her house after closing the door.

Mr. Joko hurried to the back. Morning food is always appetizing. Everything is still hot. He tightened his sheath ties and rushed to the bathroom washing his face.

Whistling, he shifted a small wooden chair and sat up to lift his legs.

“What is this? A curry? Mantep,” murmured Pak Joko. In an instant he filled his plate full of rice, chicken curry, cassava leaf stew and tucked sambal.

“Cuisine Tini certainty. Tumben,” murmured Mr. Joko again. He ate while rubbing his sweat many times. Three more white rice pans were added. Then, after the third burp, the rate of feeding speed decreases. Mr. Joko sat leaning back a moment later with a short breath.

“Kenyang,” said Mr. Joko, standing towards the bathroom to wash his hands. He then took a can of dried corn and went to the cage of Puput, his cock.

“Puput—puput, come, eat!” call Mr. Joko. “Lho? Puput?” call Mr. Joko, open the chicken coop wide.

“Where to go? To where? What's driven? Put ..!” shouted Mr. Joko, running around the backyard that only borders with small fields and ramps.

“Pupuuuut!!” yell Mr. Joko again. After running to and fro he returned to the front of the cage and massaged his head.

“Who woke up first? Evi or Tini? They must be anxious if Pak Joko Puput—” speechless. “Evi definitely to market early. Tini ... cook? Here cook? The tumben? Chicken curry?” Joko gelagapan sir. He then ran back into the kitchen. A moment later he stood in front of a small pot on the stove and stirred the contents of the curry inside.

“Tiniiiiii!!” Mr. Joko's voice boomed on Saturday morning.

To Be Continued