TINI SUKETI
130. Farewells Are Always There

“Bener delivered to here only?” wibi asked, turning off the car engines as they arrived in front of the boarding alley.

“Udah, nothing.” Tini opened the door and jumped down from the car.

Wibisono did not heed Tini's words. He got out and drove around his wife's car. “I'm coming to dalem, Tin. Make your nganter. I will leave immediately,” said Wibi, holding his wife's arm. Together they walked down the kos-kosan alley.

“Mak Robiiin!” yell Tini from the boarding fence.

Mak Robin who was sitting feeding Robin lunch, jerked and immediately turned her head.

Wibi stops at the fence and is seen saying something to Tini, then goes by.

“Halo ... hello .. how are you Robin and her mama?” sapa Tini, approach Mak Robin and pull the plastic chair.

“From far away I thought who came. Small time you're next to the Wibi. Dah kayak Ayah Ojak took the Bilqis,” said Mak Robin laughed widely.

“Mmmm, brash, yes.” Tini sat holding her bag casually. His gaze then moved to the front door Mak Robin which contained two large boxes. “That's cardboard what?” tanya Tini, looking at the cardboard.

“My stuff. You think you're the only one who can move. I can too,” said Mak Robin.

“Seriously? Did Robin buy a house? Where?” tanya Tini, advance her seat.

“Home according to our pockets, Tin. It's a little far from here. The house is also ready. The walls are still brick and the kitchen is still dirt. Mr. Robin was a foreman of subsidized housing. Can price discount,” explained Mak Robin.

“That's progress too, Mom. At least every month you do not need to deposit money to others. Monthly can be saved for a little renovation. My house was in the village, yes. If you test deres all the animals from the back forest, sightseeing to my house. Not to mention if the wind is tight, want to sleep is also anxious if midnight so roof the sky.”

“Kok, so I'm horrified to hear your story,” said Mak Robin.

Tini chuckles. "The house that Mr. Robin built for his wife's child must be sturdy. Don't be afraid, Mother. All are God's messy. Don't try to do it yourself. Later even messed up,” said Tini.

“The wiser and more radiant face you see since mating,” said Mak Robin.

“I used to have a dark face because I bought my own electric token. Now someone buyin,” replied Tini. “I settle my things first, yes. Later if Boy, Asti, let alone Sejah dateng, can not already chat.” Tini got up from the chair and reached into the bag looking for the key.

“Went here?” ask Mama Robin.

“Iya. Doain hope Mas Bara doesn't change his mind. Last morning I went to the house he made a direct talk,” exclaimed Tini from inside his room.

Robin felt something was wrong with her hearing. He got up to hold the plate and approached the door of Tini's room. “Eh, where? You went to the house of the colonized this morning just to get him here?” ask Mama Robin.

“Iya .. kan Sejah now my neighbor,” says Tini. “I've told you, you know, Mak. I haven't seen you for a while, but you are senile. May it be a sign of menopause,” said Tini.

“Ah, why? The cake is not there you say that,” said Mak Robin, scratching the top of his head.

“I just told you. You don't want that, not my responsibility. When did you move it? So, Asti, Boy and Dara left?” Tini asked as she opened the closet and took out the rest of her clothes.

“Iya. Kasian is also the Boy,” said Mak Robin. “Say if Asti marries and moves, she will also move to her rukonya. He's here because of us, but instead he's the one left,” Mak Robin explained.

“The name is also alive. If you miss seeing you, you can still. The most painful miss is the same one that does not exist. Like my mom.” Tini unfolds the clothes one by one.

When opening the folds of her clothes, Tini turned to Mak Robin. “If I want to donate these clothes, where do you think?” tanya Tini, lifted some tank tops, short skirts and sexy clothes.

“Where do you donate to? To karaoke where you work is a good fit. If you donate it to your village, there's no way the guy's fighting or farming with a tank top and a short skirt. Or you donate me, let me make a washcloth.” Mak Robin looked at Tini with a serious look.

Finished tidying up her clothes, Tini exited the room and saw Mak Robin already sitting back on the terrace chair.

“Udah ready?” ask Mama Robin.

Tini nodded. “Udah. All the sheets I opened. I want laundry and I'll put it in the closet. Make the next occupant who knows he moves no bring anything.”

“You're ready for your work, find me some gray hair, Tin. Last time. Tomorrow I'm moving far away. You must be busy with your family,” said Mak Robin, thrusting tweezers.

Tini sighed slowly. Mak Robin's words are actually quite sad. But he smiled and grabbed the tweezers, then patted Mak Robin's arm to change position.

“You want me to unplug the same hair item is okay. This afternoon I dedicated myself to your head, Mak.” Tini took the comb from Mak Robin's hand.

“Udah seneng you, Tin? The happier I look since marriage,” cetus Mak Robin.

“For the moment I'm grinning, Mak. I happy. But I know in life it is certainly not possible to continue.”

“But you're happy time, Tin. Difficult at times. God has often heard your complaints,” said Mak Robin.

“Confirming it's natural, Mak. I am an ordinary man. Complaining doesn't mean I'm not grateful. But there are indeed things that we need to spend in order to maintain sanity.”

“Be sure you are sane now,” replied Mak Robin.

“It was the same Boy Asti,” exclaimed Tini, waving towards the fence. “Kok, can you be together?” tini asked two of her friends who had just arrived.

“I went to Mas Boy's shop, Ma'am. Buy Mas Bara for Dul and us.” Asti lifted the package containing toast.

“Which asked? Means Colored dateng. We sponsored Bara again,” said Tini.

Asti nodded. "Maybe let his wife's son here have a snack" Asti said.

“Good. Completed. The sermon will begin after the arrival of Dijah,” said Tini.

Asti chuckled and sat on Tini's left side. While Boy pulled a chair and sat in front of Tini.

“You already know, right, if Mak Robin moved?” ask Boy to Tini.

“Tau. Why?” Here asked back.

“My victory is less,” grunts Boy with a grim face.

Tini looked up and sighed again. He leaned over to pat Boy on the knee. “Quiet, Boy. Little friends are okay, which is important quality. Remember, Lamborghini is two seats, the seat bus is rame.”

The To Be Continued.

PS.

Dear Boebooo, juskelapa want to tell me that currently only active writing in two plalforms. NT and the other apk are joined. If one of them doesn't come up, there might be something I should have first. And lapse up a day, does not mean I moved the platform leaving Tini Suketi unfinished like the prejudices of some readers. Advertisement of the novel in the next apk, I intensified because I was looking for new readers. There is a personal obsession on that platform. As long as I write, I will keep writing in NT. If you stop at NT, you stop writing on all platforms. And it was probably because I had already reached the point of boredom and needed a break.

It seems like many traumatized readers left the author with unfinished work. In that case, please trust me, yes.

Thank you for all your motivation and support. Btw, it was supposed to be up last night. But because I no longer feel good, I choose to postpone it so that it is better to read.