TINI SUKETI
110. Finally Belongs to Tini

It's been four days since Dean's promise to Tini to help him solve the land buying and selling problem. Tini has not received any news. His feelings are mixed.

In one day, Evi called her several times asking about this and that was about the wedding reception. Two days ago, the girl said on the phone, “The invitation card is done. It is now being grouped Dayat by delivery location. Invitation card for you, at noon I will send it directly. The location I made at home. That matter is nothing to worry about. The important Mbak Tini healthy-healthy,” message Evi.

The wedding reception is in less than six weeks. That day Tini was on schedule to go to the headquarters of products that sell snacks. He has made an appointment with the director of the production section at the cafe on the ground floor of the office building.

Tini's been waiting for half an hour. The director of the production section was a man of forty. Tini didn't want to guess about that age. He found out from Larasati that the man he was waiting for had the eldest son who was in the sixth grade of SD. Implicitly, the man was also described as a sharp-mouthed man. Larasati advised Tini to be a little more patient with the director of production.

Larasati's message made Tini curious as well as worried. What kind of man is he waiting for? Tini feels she has many advantages, but patience, not one of them.

“Rindu ... longs-missing-missing ...”

Tini kicked and would only catch her breath for the second row when a man pulled the chair in front of her. Tini's face was not excited. He shook the man's hand with the sweetest smile he could make. He misses Wibisono very much. Six weeks is too long. Although his communication with the man was very smooth, it still felt less. That longing made Tini a little frenzied.

“I said I was busy. You even want to meet today,” said the man.

“Ha?” Tini was still unconscious from her shock.

“I have told my secretary, if our factory again does not accept raw material offers from other companies. Especially Cahaya Mas. We already have a subscription. Should be skipped aja.”

“Ha? On-skip?” reset Tini.

“Iya. I'm lazy. You're the new officer, huh? Do you know that the raw materials of Light Mas are too expensive? For the same class, the raw materials are too expensive. What is Hartono ... never a market survey? The rich families who run the company, the lack of it, yes. I like to know the price. Do not think about our selling price how much.”

“Hah? That is, Sir?” Tini was shocked because it was immediately reviled incessantly.

“I mean ... it's the Hartono. That's the company of Mr. Hartono and his arrogant son who begs for mercy. You know, right, his son's a lawyer? Cahaya Mas Group has become less and less becus since he became its director,” said the director of production.

“Eh, wait—wait. Take a breath, sir. Order a drink if you need to. Not funny if again fun—” Tini stopped his speech. “Not funny if you are busy insulting people and then choking and dying because of his spirit,” Tini continued in heart.

“So, before you at length present the proposal to me, mending me talking first. Kaya I males use product Light Mas. I don't like that Danawira. Arrogant for mercy.”

“Pak—Pak, if you do not want to use the product is okay. But don't bring personal things. It doesn't feel wise. About products that do not match the factory Mr, it means that you are not a target consumer Cahaya Mas. Dislike or dislike of something is common. The unusual, bring personal things as an excuse and relate them to the company's products. I am even smarter. Yeah, had. I'm sorry.” Tini stood up to attach her bag to her shoulder.

Tini again continued, “I salaried Cahaya Mas. So, I'm not comfortable Mr. ugly my boss. My boss is not ugly. I as his subordinate did not mind that he was arrogant. For the first information, I came here because the secretary of the Father who said that the Father was willing to be met. If you don't want to talk from the beginning, that's okay. Second information, Mr. Danawira is not the Director of Cahaya Mas. So, this is the company, sir? No, right? Just a director of production? Pantes talked about Mr. Hartono and his son until he was short of breath,” said Tini. “I'm sorry. Have a nice day,” continued Tini, waltzing away leaving the cafe table where the production director was flabbergasted looking at her.

“Not to mention I want to say, it's been all-out. I'm a big boy too. Tested patience. Rich he has a mouth.” Tini kept nagging all the way to the car park. He was so glad to have answered all of the man's words.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tini returned to his office lobby. Just a few steps away from the glass door, a man called out to her.

“Mbak Suketi!” exclaiming a man.

Tini stopped her steps and twisted her body. “Oh, Mr. Santoso,” says Tini.

Tini nodded and followed Santoso's steps towards a sofa.

“This is his letters, Sister Suketi. Please check and if it is suitable, please sign it. All documents have been checked for validity. About that Mrs Suketi does not need to hesitate.” Santoso thrust the map containing a sheet of paper that is quite thick.

“So, no down payment needed? I directly pay in full?” tanya Tini was a little surprised because the Mbah owner did not terrorize her with a down payment.

“Anything is safe under control. Beautiful, I have control. Oh, yes, Dayat put a message. He said he thought I was a role model. I am happy and feel flattered.”

“Hah? The doomed? Have you met Dayat?” tanya Tini was a little confused.

“Sudah—, Mbak. I also met with Mrs Evi and Mr. Joko. Oh, yeah, the Escapees too. Really a very healthy and understanding rooster. Lucky once the atmosphere of the morning house of Mr. Joko enlivened by the sound of Puput every day,” said Santoso half laughed.

Tini was still confused by what happened. He signed the papers and receipts as quickly as possible and handed them back to Santoso.

“The land already belongs to Mbak Suketi. These letters I will send to the notary Danawira’s to be behind the name. If you can know ... hilly land will be made what?” santoso asked, tidying up the papers.

“Made TPU, Sir,” Tini.

Santoso was silent for a moment digesting Tini's intentions. The man then clapped his hands. “Learnest. Very inspiring. Then, excuse me. Congratulations Mbak Suketi,” said Santoso reached out. “Do not forget the invitation card that is as big as the tray was sent to Danawira's office’s.”

Tini got up from the sofa and welcomed Santoso's hand. Tini smiled awkwardly upon hearing the words invitation card as big as a tray. He could already guess whose mouth was saying that to Santoso.

Santoso left Tini with a sheet of paper inside a transparent clear holder. He looked at the signed receipts and fingerprints of the Mbah who had received hundreds of millions of dollars. In the clear holder there is also a sheet of bookkeeping blank from a private bank. Tini smiled looking at the thing in her hand.

“Luckily, I railed against the director of production who insulted Mr. Danawira. I felt a little bit of a favor,” muttered Tini, reached into his suit pocket and picked up the phone. For a moment Tini searched Dayat's mobile number and immediately contacted his sister.

“Halo? Yats? Someone came to the house, huh? Gimana—?”

“Wah, yes, Ma'am. His name is Mr. Santoso. You think it's another guy who wants to treat Mbak Tini. Not nothing Father has spoken Mbak Tini already belongs to someone else.” Dayat laughed out loud across the phone.

“Kok, can? Just so if you say. Not the thing before. You—”

“It turns out Mr. Santoso was a great lawyer. He was both with junior staff. Ask to be escorted to the house of Mbah Cantik. And Beautiful Mbah was hypnotized with just sweet words. Sat-set-sat-set, Mbah Beautiful signature. That's amazing, Ma'am. I want to be a lawyer. Mr. Santoso is my role model. He ordered me not to date. If you go to college in the city, LDR with a girl here will not succeed and he said only worth the money. Mr. Santoso was cool to talk and seduce Mbah Beautiful. But Evi's brother is immune.”

“Hei—hei! Denger du—”

“I have made an agreement with Mr. Santoso that we will meet again someday. I want to learn from him. Mr. Santoso said there was still the highest temperature in his office. I was asked to go to a real college. He will be waiting at Danawira's Law Firm.”

To Be Continued