TINI SUKETI
146. A Glance of the Future

It turns out that Dayat's choice to ask Mr. Joko to come to look after Banyu is the right choice. The man was really very painstaking in taking care of his first grandchild. His nature is genuine loving and has been poured mostly on Puput as if finding a new place that is more suitable.

Tini returned to work when Banyu was three months old. And a month later, Tini found herself back positively pregnant.

“Mas, how is this? Banyu was a child when he wanted his sister,” said Tini, showing a test pack on Wibi one night.

“Ya, good. It's nothin. Mumpung can,” sahut Wibi relaxed.

At dinner, Tini held the four-month-old Banyu and talked to his son.

“Duh, son, you will be called ‘Mas’, the next eight months you will have a sister,” said Tini, holding her son.

The new Mr. Joko wants to spoon his rice, looking at Tini with sparkling eyes. “Wah, seriously? Banyu will have his sister?” ask Mr. Joko.

Tini nodded weakly.

“You, really, so. Should've been seneng. It's nothin. There's Dad. Banyu also has a play. Home so rame,” said Mr. Joko excited.

“Tuh, right ... what did Mas say? You must be smiling,” welcome Wibi, smiling.

“Mang Dayat is also nothing. Still strong washing bottles of milk,” said Dayat, chewing crackers.

“Mang Dayat is indeed very meritorious. Later I will tell my children who are the most meritorious humans who have washed their milk bottles,” said Tini, looking at her sister.

“Change the diapers of his former eek also sometimes me,” added Dayat.

“Later I added that too,” said Tini, clenching her teeth.

“OK, fair if it is.” Dayat nodded with satisfaction.

And the next seven months Banyu grew up to become Mbah Joko's favorite grandson. The baby is training his footsteps. Tini who is pregnant and her body has returned to maximum swell, very overwhelmed to keep the plump baby boy who is active.

One afternoon, as Tini entered the waiting period for the birth of her second child, she went monthly shopping with Wibi. Banyu, whose parents left, was taken by Mr. Joko to play in Dayat's room.

Dayat was ironing some pieces of clothing that he felt he had to do himself.

“That feeling has been entered into the closet. Now ironed again,” said Mr. Joko from the top of the bed. The man was struggling with Banyu on Dayat's bed. While Dayat himself, sitting cross-legged on the floor ironing his shirt.

“Less slippery. The line on his arm is two lines. Less neat. I don't like it. I'm not ironing anymore. So there is a little more that has not been ironed,” said Dayat, pointing to a basket of clean clothes not far from where he sat.

“Puput said getting older, Yat. You are kangen,” said Mr. Joko suddenly.

“Puput has entered retirement. For the size of the rooster, the life of Puput VI was already including a very long, sir. Do you want to know Puput VII?” tanya Dayat, look at her father.

“No, ah. Soon Banyu has a sister. Take care of them. Being funny. I enjoyed it, Yat. Banyu has called ‘Mbah’,” said Mr. Joko, lying face down with Banyu crawling over his body.

Banyu sat on Pak Joko's back and hugged his altar head.

“Eh, stomach hurts. Banyu get down first. Mbah want to go to the toilet,” said Mr. Joko suddenly. He got up and lowered Banyu to the floor. The baby immediately walked into the clothes basket and unpacked its contents.

“Mr go to the toilet first, Yat. Don't tell Banyu to go anywhere,” Mr. Joko's message, rush down the stairs and go to the back bathroom that became his favorite.

“Don't be long, sir,” exciting Dayat reminds. He did not want to be cooped up with a small hero of the ruler of the house who was free to do anything without being touched by the law.

“Liiik,” said Banyu, holding on to Dayat's shoulder while calling his name with a typical baby voice.

Dayat looked up with a pouted face. “I told you, yes. Don't call him Paklik. Call Om. Come, repeat,” pinta Dayat on Banyu.

The toddler looked at Dayat with four growing front teeth. “Lik,” said Banyu again, walking away from Dayat towards a shirt that has been ironed.

Unseen by Dayat, Banyu grabbed the shirt and flicked it. The owner is still down. Diligently iron a black material pants that are usually used every semester exam.

“Lik,” call Banyu again. This time, Dayat looked at his nephew. Dayat squealed stifled and took his shirt off Banyu's head.

“Wow! Messed .. screwed. Where is the babysitter? Long time in the toilet. What's up, anyway?” Dayat raised Banyu like a confused object will be placed where he will be.

"Your fault is twofold. Don't call Om and break the ironed clothes. You should be punished with restrictions on movement. In this house, you are usually not touched by the law. But, this is the Om Dayat room which has its own legal umbrella. You have to go in here until Om is done ironing.” Dayat pointed at his clothes basket.

After removing some of his clothes from the basket, Dayat put Banyu in. The basket was round in shape with Banyu's shoulder height. The baby had a tall and full body like his father.

“Om,” says Banyu from inside the basket.

“Halah, already entered there, can only call Om. Your master seducer,” Dayat nagging back to sit and pursue ironing. He returned to tidying up the shirt his nephew had worn as a head covering.

Dayat drowned ironing the rest of his clothes by forgetting Banyu who was in the clothes basket behind him. The hasty arrival of Mr. Joko, made Dayat a little surprised.

“Mbakmu mules finished shopping. I think I want a lahiran. Mas Wibi directly to the hospital,” reported Mr. Joko from the front door of the room.

“Ya, already. Simplest. We will continue to suck. Kan, we already know where the hospital,” said Dayat, tidying up the iron pedestal that has been finished using.

“Mbakmu said please take Banyu to the hospital. I'll see Banyu first. The message is that,” said Mr. Joko.

“Ya, already. Simplest. Just brought in. I can get ready,” said Dayat got up from his seat.

“Which is it?” asked Mr. Joko, it was realized that Banyu was not seen in Dayat's room.

Dayat closed his mouth and pulled the basket of clothes near the closet. “I put it here, sir. He even slept,” Dayat said, looking into the basket.

“Can you put it here. You think he's a cat?” sergeant Pak Joko extended his hand into the basket.

“Biarin. Restingly. Mending Mr. get ready. When it's over, we'll take him to the hospital. I want to prepare the milk bottle first,” said Dayat, out of the room and down the stairs.

Mr. Joko still looked down at the basket. “Long grandson, Mbah. He had just been sleeping in a basket for a while. If left all day somehow your fate,” murmured Pak Joko.

To Be Continued