TINI SUKETI
121. End of Tini Party

Dayat and Santoso who did not understand the conversation of two men near them, just silently observed.

“I Bara Wirya. Come, let's chat there,” invite Bara to smile casually.

“I joined for a while there, yes, Win.” Dean smiled at his wife and in-laws. The little baby she was carrying was now in the arms of her mother-in-law.

Making sure the wife sat quietly and conversed with their daughter, Dean stepped up to follow Bara, who was sitting at a separate table from her family.

“Come, here, Yat.” Bara called Dayat to join them. The young man immediately sumringah and pulled a chair sitting next to Bara.

Dean waved at someone to follow him at the same table.

“Lo what's there? Sit here,” Dean said to his secretary.

"There's a rawon wagon, I just tried this. The food was delicious,” Ryan, Dean's secretary casually said. In his hand was still a half-eaten saucer.

“Udah trial how much?” ask Dean.

“New one row that. Entar again the plan to try the ijo bean porridge made by the mothers of posyandu. Let's go home to Jakarta healthier,” replied Ryan. He pulled up a chair near Santoso and placed his raw plate on the table.

Dean was seen sighing shortly upon hearing his secretary's explanation.

“So these gentlemen go to Beer Garden often too? Fortunately, the words of Mas Bara stopped at the word, ‘Uuu’,” said Dean chuckled. He tidied up the front of his suit and sat cross-legged.

“I understand, Mas. Relax,” Bara said laugh.

Dayat mangosteen tried to understand the topic of conversation. While Santoso listened diligently.

“Not often there, anyway. It just so happened yesterday to stop by to know. Coincidentally recommended by temen, and coincidentally the place is cozy,” said Heru.

“There is cozy and good enough to refresh.” Dean chuckled, glancing at the sneering Ryan as he spooned the rawon into his mouth.

“Kalo is not wrong, Mas Dean together with friends too, right, that time?” ask Bara.

“Iya, really. Together with the decretals from the High School era. Mas Heru and Mas Bara's offices are around there too?” ask Dean.

“Do not call, Mas. Call Bara aja. I think Mas Dean is the same age as Mas Heru,” said Bara, looking at Heru.

“It looks, anyway, yes. But my son is only one because he was quite old yesterday,” said Heru, pointing to his son who was sitting next to his wife.

“MyBuddies ..” Dean glanced at the table his family occupied. “My son four. Hopefully that number doesn't grow anymore,” continued Dean smiled.

“Kalo inget ...,” murmured Ryan, chewed his food.

Dean snorted, but immediately resumed the conversation. “Lain times we can meet together.”

“Boleh—by,” sahut Heru. “Mas Dean this—”

“Call Dean only,” cut Dean on Heru. “From the look of Mas-mas together, I can conclude that Mas Heru and Bara must have a family relationship and happen to work in the same place,” guess Dean.

“Bene. How, tau?” Heru laughing.

“Because chat do not use lo-gue even though living in Jakarta. The kinship relationship between an older brother, the tetep use me-you. While working in the same place, we met at that time still in working hours. If siblings and cousins, rarely meet at work, unless it requires meeting every day. I personally after adult gini rarely meet brothers because all are busy. Often, yes, the same as these two,” explained Dean, pointing to Ryan and Santoso.

“Waaaah,” murmur Dayat.

Bara laughed at Dayat's reaction and punched the young man's arm slowly.

“Mas this Dean ... top Tini?” ask Heru.

“Not a direct top. I was a coach yesterday for Mbak Suketi for five days. The company belongs to my parents. Ehem, Mr. Hartono—”

“Ah, yes. I just inget, Mas. The former minister's company. Tini once told to Dijah,” Bara said, looking at Heru. “Means Mas Dean is not in that company, huh?” ask Bara.

Dean came home first after sitting for about two hours. Together with his family from Jakarta, he went up to the village to congratulate Tini.

“Congratulations, yes, Ma'am Tini. May it be lasting and happy always,” said Winarsih, Dean's wife when shaking Tini's hand.

“Please pray plus more. Gave many children. I want to too, Mom,” Tini said.

Winarsih laughs. “May be blessed with many of my kayaking children,” added Winarsih.

Hearing Winarsih's words, Dean chuckled slightly holding his wife's head. Before returning home, they took a picture with Tini. While the Santoso family, up to the pelaminan delivered Dayat.

“We also parted, Ms. Suketi.” Santoso congratulated Tini once again.

“Mbak, I think I studied in Jakarta aja,” whispered Dayat.

“Why all of a sudden in Jakarta? It must be because the girl,” said Tini, looking at Asih who approached her.

“He just got into college. I have to be cool, Ma'am.”

“Trus is my business what?” Tini made a sweet smile at the Musdalifah in front of her. “You studied in Jakarta, but often the flyover is not clear. You think your role model is, so a great lawyer because he often plays guitar in the patrol post?” Tini nagged her sister.

“I studied in Jakarta. I want to kayak them. Mas Heru, Mas Bara, Mr. Santoso, and that's the boss. I want to like that too. Everything that comes cool. Outstanding female conquerors,” whispered Dayat.

“You didn't mention my husband's name. Study in Jakarta with your own money. Bring your guitar to Jakarta to find money,” said Tini.

Dayat pinched slowly at her brother's waist when he heard that. “Mas Wibi was to me a hero, Ma'am. He's superhero. He saved all our futures. If need this road—”

“You want to name this street with my husband's name? Find another way. Evi already want to make my name for this road,” cut Tini.

At the exit, Dayat approached Asih. "If there is a well in the field, we can take a bath. If not, we'll have to see you again."

Musdalifah sneered and chuckled. Asih just snorted leaving Dayat.

Dean, who had heard that, laughed. He pointed at Dayat and said, "Student study!"

All the groups from Jakarta have returned together. Dean will continue his journey to Solo and Pak Wimar's family said he would go to Yogyakarta.

The residents of the chicken coop gave a gift to Tini a portable speaker that has been her favorite all along. The gift is a joint venture of Mak Robin, Boy, Dara and Asti. While Dijah gave a dozen beautiful batik negligee and accompanied by bonuses that he said he would present at the right time.

It was late in the afternoon and Tini got down from the pelaminan to return to the bridal room to replace the clothes with a more relaxed kebaya.

“Entertainment here till what time, Tin?” tanya Sejah when she wanted to say goodbye to Tini.

“I asked him until the afternoon,” said Tini. “Dizziness, Jah.”

Hearing that, Dijah immediately whispered. “Should have been aja until middle malem. Let everyone focus on entertainment. You, right, don't need to go out again.” Sejah raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously at Tini.

“Best ideas of all time. Yeah, had. You go home there.” Tini giggled with Wibisono's arm towards Alphard's car waiting for her.

Apparently, when joining hands to the car, Coki and Siti again passed to the outside. They all look at each other.

“Your husband, Tin?” sapa Coki made small small nods and looked up at Wibisono who was taller than him.

“Ya, yes. I was hanging out with people's husbands. I can find it myself,” said Tini chuckled while glancing at Siti. “Introduction, yes. Your wife don't keep lashing. Not good for the baby.” Tini welcomed Wibisono's helping hand to get into the car.

“It seems we do need to buy dingklik, Tin,” joked Wibisono whispered.

“Kan, there is Mas who can carry me,” said Tini giggled annoyingly.

To Be Continued