TINI SUKETI
114. Longsucker

“Oh, Sister Suketi. Please sit down first.” Dean showed me a set of sofas in front of him.

Tini sat on a soft leather-clad sofa located on the left side of the entrance. Slowly, his gaze swept across the room. The tail of his eyes saw Dean still busy typing on his phone very quickly. Tini focused her gaze on the wall across the room. Various award charter frames are hanging very neatly. On top of all those frames hang a very large family photo.

It looks like the latest family photo. Because Tini saw the lawyer's wife holding a baby that she last met in the room Mr. Wimar was in the stroller. A toddler was sitting on my seat by his father. Another pair of children stood flanking their parents on the left right. The faces of all the children are almost the same. All are narrow-eyed.

The family photo looks very warm. The face of a man who looks proud of his family. The face of a woman who looks satisfied with her life. Pretty big family, Inner Tini.

“Iya—iya. Later I bought. That's aja?” asked Dean over the phone. “Mbak Dita and Mas Dirja mean well. You are still sick so you are not allowed to swim. Udah—udah. Later you buy a lot of chocolate. Close the phone first, yeah. Don't lash out. The rest make tomorrow,” a message Dean on the phone and then put his phone. Dean stood up to Tini and sat down on a single sofa located in the middle.

“What brought Mbak Suketi here?” dean asked, crossing his legs. One hand was on the handle of the sofa, and the other one made a gesture under the chin.

Tini took out the invitation card and placed it on the table, and shoved it in front of Dean. “You did this, Sir.”

For some reason, Tini always felt she had to be careful every time she made any moves in front of the man. From the location of all the items in the room, Tini was even afraid that her shoes would leave the ground on the floor. Because everything looks clean shiny and laid with precision.

Dean picked up the invitation card and flipped through it twice before opening the plastic. “What does this invitation card have to do with the land you buy? Time is almost the same. Must have something to do,” muttered Dean while reading the writing on the invitation card.

“The relationship exists. But a little bit, sir. The power is not too important,” said Tini, grimacing.

“Make me not important. But for you, I am sure it is very important,” replied Dean without turning his head.

“If you have time—”

“Later I take my wife. My mother-in-law's hometown in Solo. But his family migrated to Jambi. If my mother-in-law wants, I take you there.” Dean put the invitation card back on the table.

“Thank you, Sir. You are too good with me. Help me through Mr. Santoso. If I take care of myself, maybe until now not finished.”

“You it ... reminds me of my wife.”

Tini looked at Dean with sparkling eyes.

“Stop, don't look at me rich like that. There's still the follow-up sentence. You remind me of the same wife from a small village. From a small village go to the city with very simple ideals. Helping family. That's aja. And ... I help you too because of my wife,” Dean explained.

Tini was stunned. He could not be a geer for the answer given by his superiors. It's impossible for Dean to praise him. Dean is not the kind of guy who likes to praise others for no reason.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The knock on the door sounded almost simultaneously with the entrance of a man Dean was waiting for.

“Yes, Sir? …. Uh, there's Ms. Suketi. Dayat how are you?” sapa Santoso immediately took a seat in front of Tini.

“Dayat good news. He says he has a goal of becoming a lawyer now. Mr. Santoso is a role model for Dayat,” Tini said, taking an invitation card and extending it to Santoso. “If you have time, come yes, sir. Let Dayat see Mr. Santoso again.”

Santoso immediately opened the invitation card and read. “Oh, this would-be husband Mbak Suketi is also a law child. What profession?” ask Santoso.

“Have a small travel business, Mr.” Tini smiled gracefully.

“Something small if done with great seriousness, then the results will be amazingly large. Prospective Mba Tini entrepreneur. Characteristics of real men,” Santoso said.

“Ehem.” Dean's cleared his throat.

“And the lawyers at Danawira's this male male male who fights for his client,” added Santoso quickly.

Dean confirmed the location of his tie elegantly.

“I will come to Cokro Village. I want to see what Dayat meant yesterday. It looks like my wife is going to bring a friend there. They've been very close lately. Bottom line …. I'll come.” Santoso nodded smallly at Tini.

“I was salaried by the company. So I'll do the best thing my boss asked me to do.” Santoso looked at Dean. His superior was now flicking the dust off the tip of his knee.

The sky was already dark as Tini stepped out of the building. His foot steps lightly along with his empty paper bag, his task of delivering all the invitation cards has been completed. He only had to wait ten more days to return to his hometown to wait for H day.

Because her legs felt so sore, Tini took an online taxi to return to her boarding house. The road at night was very jammed. Tini leaned back her body and let out a long sigh staring out the window. Recalling Wibisono, he pulled out his cell phone and sent the man a message.

‘All my part invitation cards, I'm done sharing. Mas Wibi, how?’

Tini waited for a while, and before long Wibisono replied to her message.

‘My invitation card is up too. But my shade is getting more and more.’

Tini sneered and blushed as she read Wibi's reply. He then re-typed the answer.

‘Ten more days can be found in Cokro Village.’

After a minute, Wibisono returned to reply.

‘I can't wait to wear a keris behind my back.’

Tini almost laughed out loud as she read Wibisono's reply. If only there was a Sejah, the two of them would have hit each other and pushed because of the short message. Tini returned to reply.

‘Can exercise be used from now on.’

“Yes, geez. Can I say, if I don't care about the keris behind my back?” Tini smothered her own mouth from laughing stifled like a madman.

The traffic jam made Tini arrive at the boarding house at eight p.m. His face implied fatigue from half a day of going around to and fro.

The boarding page is very dark. Friday night and the average boarding house resident has not arrived in his room. Some may also have gone back out overnight Saturday. Tini's footsteps stopped at the fence. He saw the figure of a man sitting in the darkness.

“Mas?” call Tini.

Wibisono. Tini paused a few steps from in front of the man. For a moment they quietly exchanged looks.

“Bring the crackers, right?” tini asked, holding back a laugh.

Wibisono chuckled as he extended his hand. Asking Tini to approach him to the chair.

“I miss, Tin,” said Wibi. The man pulled Tini into his lap.

Tini flinched and immediately looked around her. Slender. The situation of the boarding yard and the occupants of the first floor is quite safe.

“I just nyampe this afternoon to take care of a new office for a while. I haven't even picked up a car in a new house. Been here by taxi.” Wibisono wrapped his hands around Tini's body. He rested his head on the back of Tini who was sitting back on his lap.

KREEK

The sound of Mak Robin's bedroom door opening. Tini didn't have time to move. The woman came out with a glass and poured the water into the yard. When she turned her head, Mak Robin held her chest in surprise. “Oih, makjang!” pekik Mak Robin is stuck. However, it turned out that the woman quickly mastered the situation.

“Aman—aman. Consider me sitting on a bench temple full angkot. I went inside again. I didn't see anything.”

(*Paste bench: additional small bench inside angkot)

Tini and Wibi grimaced at each other.

To Be Continued