TINI SUKETI
117. Halal Day Tini Wibi (3)

The location of the huge party was filled with a sea of mothers wearing pink uniforms. Tini stood amazed. Everything looks bright and bright. Even the gifts from the guests are not responsible. Many families donate various snacks that come as a surprise. Not only children from Cokro Village who participated in the food queue. Children who just pass in front of the party location, seen being told to enter and directed to enjoy a snack.

“Congratulations, yes, Bi …. I really didn't expect it, you know.” Agus took to the stage with Ayu. While shaking Wibisono's hand, Agus was constantly patting his friend's shoulder.

“What do you think? Don't think I'll marry you first?” janda Wibi laughed.

While Tini smiled looking at Agus and Ayu with unstoppable hands wriggling in Wibi's arms. From a distance, Dijah unceasingly chuckled at Tini.

The two friends threw smiles at each other and exchanged excitement with just a look. Sometimes Tini whispered to Wibi and Sejah also whispered something to Bara while laughing. Mima who was sitting on her father's lap just silently looked at her parents' faces in turn.

Tini was whispering in Wibi's ear, because she answered her husband's question about, “Who first went to the chicken coop boarding?”

At the reception, Wibi was busy asking this - it was from every guest who passed by and greeted Tini. When he pointed at Mak Robin, Sejah and Asti who were sitting in front of the pelaminan, a man who carried his child up to the stage of the guarantee.

“Congratulations, yes, Tin ..” The man reached out his hand congratulating.

“Eh, Handoko, this is your youngest son?” sapa Tini, making the cheeks of a toddler boy who was in the sling of his father. “It's Handoko, Mas. Work in factory first.” Tini again wrapped her hand on Wibi's arm.

“My son two, this is the firstborn.” Handoko grabbed the arm of the four-year-old boy behind her. “This is my wife, Tin. He used to work in Jakarta,” said Handoko holding his wife's shoulder.

As Handoko said that, Tini looked up at Handoko's wife's face. A second speechless, the next second Tini rounded his eyes. “Lastri?” said Tini, aghast. “You, really, can get here? How could you end up in Cokro Village?” Tini looked at Lastri with a stunned look.

“Well, do you know each other?” tanya Handoko looked at the faces of Tini and his wife alternately.

“Know, Mas.” The woman smiled awkwardly at Tini.

“Know where?” ask Handoko. “At work?”

“One kos. It used to be one kos,” explained Tini. “But before you know me, your wife knows me better. It was Colored,” exclaimed Tini, pointing at the Sejah who was sitting on Mima's lap. Bara was eating and was occasionally seen spooning his food into the mouth of the Sejah. On the shoulder, Sejah draped a long cloth covering Mima who must be breastfeeding.

While directing their gaze all at Dijah, it just so happened that Sejah was also looking.

“It's Colored. She came with her husband and son. Her husband is a journalist," Tini said, looking at Lastri.

How can Tini explain the matter of introducing them all during boarding? Should Tini explain that he was once a promoter in the first fight in the chicken coop? Lastri who left the chicken coop because he lost against Dijah. In the distance Sejah is still confused with the meaning of Tini's gaze. It seems like the woman doesn't recognize Lastri anymore.

“Oh, it's Colored. I'll meet him later,” said Lastri.

As the woman said, as soon as she got off the stage, Lastri went straight to Dijah.

“Jah ... still want me?” lastri asked when she was in front of the Sejah table.

Sejah who was agape because he was waiting for Bara's feed, stopped turning to Lastri. He then tidied up his clothes and picked up Mima.

“Lastri, yes? The former ... mmm, at the cost of chicken coop?” tanya Sejah's.

Lastri nodded. “Iya. This is my husband and children,” said Lastri, pointing at Handoko next to him. “Mas Han, this was my first time at the chicken coop boarding.”

Sejah stood shaking Handoko's hand outstretched to him. Bara also immediately stood up to welcome the introduction. His left hand was still holding a plate containing half the rice and a typical party side dish.

“This is my husband, his name is Bara.” Sejah rubbed Bara's hand, while staring at Lastri meaningfully. The woman once said that no man would support her son because he was an obscure widow. Lastri who defended her boyfriend who was a basket also did not end up married to her boyfriend.

Lastri sees Bara, Mima and Dul taking turns. His mind came to the conclusion that he was married to a single man and had a daughter from his marriage.

While standing, Mima squirms in the sling of the Sejah. Bara immediately put down his plate and reached out to Mima. “Don't nangis—don't cry. Here's the same Dad. Let me continue to eat alone,” said Bara, taking Mima from the Sling of the Sejah.

“Whose was it?” ask Bara when Lastri is away.

“Past had one kos-kosan. He's a second-floor boy,” sahut Colored.

“Kok, his smile feels a bit different Mas that way, huh? Really temen?” ask Bara with her journalist instincts.

“Not familiar temen. He's only been in the chicken coop for a while, keep moving.”

“Moving why?” She asked because she was not satisfied.

“Lose duel,” replied Colonized.

“Duel with you?” ask Bara again.

Sejah mengengir.

“Jeez, Jah …. Means that I've ever broken up, it wasn't the first duel?”

Seized shaking.

“Yes, geez. Mima …. We have to be careful, Son.” Bara raised Mima in front of her face and kissed the baby's cheek, then held her.

Sejah chuckles to see the face of Mima who is confused but laughs, because she is kissed repeatedly.

Guests are seen sitting in groups as per their origin. At the front lined round dining table Dayat reserved for guests who are waiting for her. At two o'clock in the afternoon, Dayat was seen standing near the reception desk. His head kept turning towards the big road.

After dozens of times looking into the big road. Dayat looks jumped and rushed up the stage pelaminan.

“Mbak—Mbak, it must be your guest group. The one from Jakarta.” Dayat patted the shoulder of Tini who was talking whispering with Wibi.

Due to Dayat's pat on Tini's shoulder, the woman was a little surprised and immediately snorted at her sister.

“Power pats my shoulders, should be adjusted when I'm a spell.” Tini stroked his shoulders.

Dayat grinned, then tilted his head to look at Wibi. “Sorry, Mas Wibi. In a few hours the original has started to look good, right?” tanya Dayat looked at Wibi.

“Nothing. Let more rame,” sahut Wibi, laugh.

“Who comes?” tini asked, looking at the entrance from the street.

“Oh, yes. So forget. That must be Mr. Santoso's entourage. From far away it has been a different style of road car,” said Dayat.

“What is the car from Jakarta doing? Just so if you say,” said Tini, turned Wibi's face to see the reaction of her husband. Wibi smiled at the conversation of the brothers nearby.

“Beda. I welcome guests first.” Dayat darted back to the entrance.

The motorcade of various types looks getting closer. Dayat tidied up the suit and bow tie he wore. As if to be welcoming the most special guest, Dayat stood up straight near the flower goal and the reception table.

To Be Continued

For the patient connection, yes. It's being worked out slowly. The schedule is still creeping. 😘