TINI SUKETI
120. The Meeting of Guests

While Dayat was standing at the Santoso family table, a man had just climbed into the bar. The man was the same height as Wibisono. His body shape was almost the same contained and strapping. However, despite the similarity to the sideburns that creep on both sides of the men, between the guests who had just boarded and Wibisono, had a very contrasting difference. Wibisono is handsome and dashing with his local face, while the new Jono is present, handsome typical of the middle east.

Jono was present at noon that afternoon accompanied by three coworkers who he said wanted to travel to Yogyakarta. They all stopped by Tini's reception and sat down to enjoy the meal.

“Tini, congratulations. Congratulations.” Jono shook Wibi and Tini's hands with a sincere smile.

Tini was a little surprised by the presence of Jono who she thought came there alone. He almost thought that Jono was still crazy about him. Good thing Jono quickly continued his words, “During two years of serving in Jakarta, I never traveled to Yogyakarta. So .. Before returning to my country, I'd like to visit that city. (Before returning to my country, I want to visit that city.)”

Tini asked the reception photographer to photograph them all. I don't know when else Tini can meet the kind stranger. For him, getting acquainted with Jono also adds to his insight about gaining the trust of prospective clients. Little did Jono teach him about patience persuading clients.

When Jono came down from the pelaminan, the man had passed Evi. The girl frowned and again approached Tini to ask for an explanation of who the new foreign man was riding.

“What else is it?” ask Tini who has guessed what Evi will ask.

“You know what I'm going to do, but it's still. Should have answered straight away,” said Evi.

“I, right, like moms. Although you already know what it is, but it still has to be ‘What is it?’. Not afdol if you don't say it first.” Tini giggles.

“So, who is it?”

“That's Jhon Omaar. General Manager of JM Hotel. Warriors. Bule Amrik-Arabic. He once decanted me. Wh why? You like the blaster?” tanya Tini chuckled.

“Definitely hairy everywhere. I think I prefer the slippery like that,” said Evi, looking at Dean's desk.

“Can find that one, but not that one. That's an example. But you sure you won't bother the same? I look at it I am tired. It's a shame I can't take a nap while wearing cold powder,” whispered Tini, looking at Dean.

“Sleeping with your husband also do not use cold powder, Ma'am. Enough we just who squirm your appearance wake up taking a nap using cold powder.” Evi nodded in disagreement.

“Udah—, there down. You interrupted the conversation with my husband. I'm being spoiled.”

“I nanya because the mothers below on busy nanyain me. I have to have enough information to answer all their questions. Bule Amrik-Arabic. Okay, I understand.”

After hearing information about who Jono is, Evi came back down from the guarantee. At the front desk row, Tini raised her gaze while sneering at Dayat. Her sister looks to singleness one-sided smile that shows her teeth. It is typical Dayat every see a beautiful girl and want to invite her to meet.

“That's your former boss too?” ask Wibi just after Evi got off.

“Client customer insurance, Mas. Take additional products for hotel employees. Good guy. His term in Indonesia is up and he wants to return to Dubai, he said.”

Wibisono nodded in understanding with his wife's explanation.

“Who are you looking at again?” Wibisono looked at where Tini was staring. “Oh .. Dayat.” Wibisono chuckled.

“Yes, wiggling Dayat. Look at that style. Yesterday he said he wanted to focus on college and mutusin girls here. Now I have guests. Basket eyes and inconsistent,” grumbled Tini.

“Biarin. Dayat is looking for identity,” said Wibisono.

“Searching for lost Soups only she is lazy, let alone looking for identity.” Tini still looked at her sister.

Wibisono again laughed at Tini's answer which was always different from the women he had known all along.

Asih who just got the first shake-up in his life, just silent. Musdalifah, Santoso's wife is seen sneering. He has memorized the form of men like Dayat. Although he did not like to admit, he ended up being edited by such a man.

“Nearly twenty years,” replied Dayat.

“You call this Asih called Mbak aja. It was twenty-one. He fits it the same more mature,” Musdalifah said.

“Who says age is a benchmark in relationship happiness? Basically women do not need old men, but men who mature their minds. Asih can consider,” said Dayat smiled again.

Santoso chuckled happily. He glanced at the table next to where Dean was sitting and had just finished enjoying the meal.

“Come, I know Mr. Dean. Now is not the time for you to pick up a girl. No capital,” Santoso said on Dayat.

“I consider this my face as an initial capital, Mr. San.” Dayat pointed at his face.

“That's it, but that's not much. Don't talk rich in front of Mr. De. Later you will hear the most correct answer but not delicious.” Santoso stood up from the chair and walked to the table next to him.

“Pak, this is her sister Mbak Suketi who I told you about yesterday. His name is Hidayat,” Santoso told Dean.

“Hmmm, Dayat.” Dean welcomed Dayat's hand to him. “Suketi's sister, yes?” dean asked, looking closely at Dayat.

“True, Sir.” Dayat nodded elegantly.

“Kandung?” ask Dean again.

“I believe we are siblings. But since our looks are a little different, I'm not surprised that many people doubt that. I'm the only boy and happen to be the youngest. Obviously I am the most handsome at home.”

“Oh, not about that. My sentence is not finished. If the siblings, it fits well. I wonder why so many people doubt that. Somehow, you do look like Suketi,” continued Dean.

“Tuh, right. What I said ... You don't say that first.” Santoso laughing. Hearing the words of Dean and Santoso, Dayat joined in laughing to equalize the atmosphere between them.

Dean exchanged glances with his wife. Winarsih was about to say something and Dean immediately lowered his head and placed his ears in front of his wife's lips.

“Mas, don't be ignorant. Cassian. He is still a teenager,” whispered Winarsih.

Hearing those words, Dean whispered in his wife's ear. “He has the potential to be a great lawyer. If he finishes college with satisfactory grades, I guarantee he will receive him at Danawira’s. Now we're just bracing his mentality,” Dean said, throwing chuckles. Winarsih sneered at her husband's answer.

The jokes turned out to make Dean look at a man at the table that was parallel. Dean's eyebrows frowned trying to remember. The man is seen whispering with the man next to him. Before long, the man who was looking at Dean stood up and walked a few steps toward him.

“We've met before, right? If not wrong in Beer Garden,” said Bara smiled at Dean.

“Iya—iya, we've met. Beer Garden.” Dean frowned and faintly began to recall. As his eyes sparkled indicating that the memory was clear, the man in front of him again tried to refresh the memory.

“We sit next to the table when there is …. There was an incident of ‘Uuuuu’ Mas together with the cement-temen as well. Bener, right?” Bara wants to make it clear about the female customers who are the center of their attention there. A beautiful girl in red tight clothes called her friend 'Love'. However, realizing the man in front of her was sitting with his wife, Bara had to disguise the explanation.

Dean had remembered exactly the incident just mentioned. Now he was wetting his lips and glancing at his wife. Hope that Winarsih did not respond too much about the word ‘Uuuu’ spoken by his interlocutor.

Dean stood up from his chair. “I Dean Danawira. And I guess, Mas who was sitting there must have been yesterday also come to Beer Garden,” said Dean stretched out his hand at Bara with his chin pointing towards Heru who was also throwing a smile

To Be Continued