TINI SUKETI
13. My name is Tini Suketi

After Robin was in his mother's hands, Tini took the tea that he had placed near the wall he had ridden. Tini inhaled the aroma of flower tea brewed with a strainer, then sipped it. His movements are so relaxed. After putting down the zinc cup patterned in green blirik, Tini moved her neck.

Mak Robin stood facing a nearly middle-aged woman in front of Tini. The woman spent a few months longer in the chicken coop boarding house, than Mak Robin. And as long as they were neighbors, Mak Robin rarely talked to the woman. He did not like the woman named Bu Nani. Ms. Nani always ninyinyir and bothered with questions ala journalists to every neighbor. Ms. Nani also often gives unsolicited advice.

“Today's child, dikasi know the answer is there only. My fellow women, I just reminded. Dressed sexy, has made people think macem-macem to us. Even though we have nothing. Especially what is really done. I am talking about the afterlife, it means good.”

“I'm not saying that my work is commendable. Thank you for worrying about my afterlife. But, what if you worry about my world too? Want?” ask Tini.

“I just advise, you know, Ma'am. Hell is full, because people do not want to be advised.” Bu Nani looks upset at Tini's answer. The boy, who was in his arms, ran to pick up a stone and looked down to knock on the ground. Bu Nani just turned his head the boy a glance then looked at Tini with a scornful look.

Tini began to heat up with the words of Bu Nani. He never bothered the woman in the least. Just know no. He stood up from his plastic chair.

“Mothers think it's hell, all of them women who blurted?” ask Tini. “These are many, vary depending on the sin. Also applies to accumulation. Who stole once, his sin once. Speaking of people, don't look like a sin, huh? But made every day. That's his sin of accumulation. And if you understand sin, what you're doing is hurting me. Give that advice, not harass. There's place. Not necessarily in front of the crowd like gini,” said Tini, turning around the place where other cost residents who passed by, stopping to hear the commotion.

“I'm just a kasian. Keinget with my brother. That's why I advise the right,” said Bu Nani with a sharp gaze.

“We don't know. I advise foreigners, the fall is even nosy. Smiling! My mother doesn't understand what I do. Suddenly came just to ruin someone else's morning mood. Is it because I come home from Malem every day so mom thinks I melonte?” todong Tini's.

Ms. Nani looks agitated. She begins to feel guilty for actually thinking Tini was a prostitute for coming home late at night every day.

“Sorry, so—Mbak this, not—”

“Ya, yes. I did melonte. Share your cigarette one!” pinta Tini, pointed at one of the students who had just passed by while smoking a cigarette.

The student stopped and took out his cigarette box casually. “Take aja, Mbak.” The student handed Tini a box of cigarettes.

“For me all?” ask Tini. The student nodded and handed him a red Aladdin lighter. “You better not half. Make me happy,” said Tini giggled.

The student waved then continued his steps towards the threaded staircase located on the back side.

“Practice,” says Bu Nani.

Tini lit up a cigarette and then sat back down.

“Kata Pak Paijo, this cigarette can remove demons in the head if people are emotional. I've been emotional. But it doesn't feel important to explain who I am to people who just want to be horrified and look good. Free,” Tini said, sipping a cigarette then exhaling the smoke upwards.

“The present period is difficult. Women smoking spelled loonte, hair coloring spelled loonte, wear sexy clothes, also spelled loonte. Then, I who come home every night also said melonte. Yo, wes loonte kabeh!” Tini took another sip of her cigarette.

Ms. Nani did not say anything else she twisted her body and walked towards her room.

“Bu .... Whose name? That's his son still playing ground. I took a shower, right? Darling her clothes will be dirty,” said Tini.

Mak Robin, who was standing two steps away from Tini, hurriedly approached and patted Tini's arm.

“What?” sergeant Tini, looking at Mak Robin.

“It's not—"

“Well, which mother's daughter-in-law? How are mom's kids working? Kan, kasian his son at home just met his grandmother. I can also write, you know. But, don't want to.” Tini chuckles.

Mak Robin was just about to tell Tini about Bu Nani, but again Tini was wrong about other people.

“Bagos—bagos! You bante again he. I haven't been with him for a long time,” whispered Mak Robin from next to Tini.

“My son has separated from her husband. Now he works in a restaurant. Still able to eat halal for his son. Just so you know!” Bu Nani immediately turned around and grabbed her grandson's arm.

“Again, Tin—again!” mak Robin whispers. “During this time no rival muzzle him. Nani her name, Nani.”

“You benefited me, Mak?” whisky Tini.

“Udah already from earlier you were the same as him. You continue to do so! Who knows, he's moving tomorrow. Let be our king here.” Mak Robin patted Tini's shoulders encouragingly.

Feeling encouraged, Tini continued. “How much does it work in a restaurant? Time, siiih? Temenku no one ngaku work as a waiter restaurant but his work is not that, lhooo ...” Tini laughed out loud.

BRAKKK

Ms. Nani went into her room and slammed the door. Tini laughed out loud.

“My name is Tini Suketi, yes, Mom ...” Tini shouted back with a cigarette in her hand. “Blow me, Mak! Edan! Getting crazy! Hahaha.” Tini laughed again.

“Udah—. Shutup. Surprised Robin looks at his babysitter, kok, pesong!” Robin laughed.

“What's a pesong?” ask Tini.

“Crazy! Naritic! Same with what you said earlier,” replied Mak Robin. “Mantap. If Nani moves away, I release you a week from the task of looking after Robin,” said Mak Robin.

“Wooo .. nggih, Mom! Your karepmu sak!” said Tini.

Then, Tini and Mak Robin talk stopped, because of the sound of a cell phone that was heard from inside the room. Tini immediately got up from her seat.

“Halo? What Vi?” ask Tini directly. Tumben once Evi called him early in the morning. Usually the girl still goes around the village quoting installments.

“Wah, Ma'am Tini! Your name here is increasingly confirmed to be a legend. That's Miss Siti Kusmini, fighting with Chef in front of posyandu because of you.” Evi's voice sounded fiery from across the phone.

“In front of posyandu? Because me? Hahaha.” Tini laughed again. “Why?” ask Tini.

To Be Continued

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