TINI SUKETI
21. New Resident With Speaker

It didn't take long for Asti to get close to Tini, Mak Robin and Sejah. For Tini, Asti is the youngest neighbor who can be used for his energy to be told. At least he felt he had a tandem partner to take turns keeping Robin while his mother was working on something behind. Because once, Tini had a fight with Mak Robin who entrusted his son when the woman was heartburn to WC.

“You take this Robin first. You look at him. He'll go nowhere, be kidnapped. This boarding gate never closes. My stomach mules times,” pinta Mak Robin, holding his son's hand to get closer to Tini.

Tini, who was asked to help keep Robin, looks agitated in her chair.

“Can't! I'm going to the back too. My stomach is already rumbling,” said Tini, rising from his chair and snatching a cigarette box.

“I first, Tin! Later I will also shrink,” said Mak Robin whose face has paled.

“I'm more urgent! Is it necessary to hear the sound of my hurricane first, only you believe?” Tini lit her cigarette and rushed to the back.

“So, I'm where?” mak Robin.

“You'll need a schedule to malem. There is Asti who can take care of it!” tini shouted, disappearing at the turn of the hallway leading to the bathroom and kitchen.

“Ah, your snail! My rot is at the end, the night you said!” mak Robin's.

Finally Tini and Mak Robin fill two bathrooms located next to each other, to remove the tinkles from their hulls.

While Robin, standing upright close his body to the wall while watching the two closed bathroom doors. Every minute his mother would scream to call his name. And Robin must immediately answer his mother's call.

It was on this basis that Tini increasingly felt that the presence of Asti was very important among them. If Asti is not in college in the morning, the girl will visit Tini's room and lie down to hear the girl's boast.

Tini's stories to Asti cannot be fully believed. Some are true, but most of the lies as a flower in karaoke where he works. The problem of bragging that Tini often threw on Asti, also often makes Mak Robin inflamed.

“Not that I am lazy to go to work, but I just want to share the fortune for my juniors in karaoke. If I am too diligent in, I am uncomfortable because the guests are always struggling to be with me. In karaoke if I walk in the hallway, no one says a single one.”

“Because you walk down the aisle, who the hell is talking? If anyone says it, you'll run away. Many times your story. Don't you listen to him, Asti.”

It turns out Mak Robin listened to Tini and Asti talk in the room. If Mak Robin has interfered, Tini usually just laughs.

They rarely meet at night.

Morning is the time to sleep. He usually wakes up at ten in the morning. After stretching his entire body, he exited the room with a cup of tea in hand.

Hit it that way, Dijah is getting ready to go scavenging. Usually, it is colonized across Tini and Mak Robin's room by carrying its provisions in a tied cloth bag.

At ten it was also used by Mak Robin to bring his son out and leave him to Tini. Mak Robin will usually be quick to do her duties in the kitchen, while Tini can help supervise her son.

As for Asti, at ten in the morning of course it is already on campus. The girl will usually leave at 7:30 by city transport.

Sunday afternoon is a certain time for four people on the first floor to sit in front of the terrace room. Usually, they all sit in plastic chairs with their snacks.

Tini's looking for Mak Robin's white hair. Asti was sitting near them with his hands out of his phone. Occasionally the girl chuckled with the conversation going on nearby.

“Say Robin wants you to enter kindergarten? When, Mak?” ask Tini.

“Wait for new school year open signup, Tini .... Except, the school has my ancestors. When can I put Robin.” Mak Robin hits Tini's calf slowly.

“Where's Mpa Tini's boyfriend? This is, right, Sunday. Isn't dating?” ask Asti.

“This week is not Tini's shift visited by Gatot. There's another chick,” joked Mak Robin.

“Don't ngaco you, Mak. Gatot is a lot of people like it. Because his face is really manly. Especially if he wears his uniform. Even so, she still chose me,” said Tini defended her lover.

“I'm suspicious of why Gatot chose you. If it is true that Gatot's brain must be prohibited if working there,” Mak Robin's murmur.

“But the assumption people will be ugly if Mbak Tini continues to work there.” Asti chimed in after completing a message with someone.

“I don't eat from people's assumptions. People don't make me full. Not making my sister's SPP pay off. At home, the assumption of people is always there. Why am I dizzy?” Tini combed Mak Robin's hair with all her strength. “I think I'm like a wire nyisiri. What's your sampom, anyway? Or is this dish soap? Glossy but bad,” said Tini, grimacing to feel the pain of Mak Robin's head whose hair was being pulled.

“Style, right? Indeed, use feminine soap. I'm throwing all of them in my head. Hence my curly hair,” upset Mak Robin, snatching the comb from Tini's hand as her eyes had started to water withstanding the pain.

“Eh, the Ma'am Colored with her son!” asti exclaimed, looking at the boarding fence.

“Newly this time I squirm his son Colored. He does not want to bring here often,” said Tini.

“Dijah does not want his son tainted with the writhing of your cake every day,” added Mak Robin.

“I'm his budhe. It may not be misleading. Jah, here! What's your son's name?” tanya Tini, pull up the empty plastic chair to Colonize.

“This is my son, Mom. Name's Dul. Come, sit here.” Seized sitting on a plastic chair and holding her child.

“Anak Mbak Colored handsome. Similar to Mbak Sejah,” said Asti, thrusting a jar containing emping to Dul.

“Makasi, Bu.” Dul took a pinch of emping with his right hand.

“Aih, Makjang! Pande kali si Dul is speaking. Robiiin .. here you are! Don't sand it you take care of! I'm like a cat anyway I look,” attack Mak Robin on his son. He then stood up from the chair and rushed towards Robin and grabbed her child's arm. “Come, wash your hands first. Again, a friend of his age came. Don't sor the times you scrape that sand!” Robin's mother nagged her son while heading to the bathroom.

“Udah school?” tanya Tini, looked at Dul's sweet round face.

Dul nodded.

“You rarely see Mom, huh?” ask Tini again.

Dul answered again with a nod.

“Not sad? Don't want to stay here?” ask Tini with her nosiness. Colored just silent, looking down at his son's face.

“Sad. But I said I have to be patient. Mother again collected a lot of money so that she could stay together. That's it, right, Mom?” dul asked, asking for his mother's approval. Sejah nodded.

Tini looked at the two faces of the mother and child in turn. He wanted to ask if Dul knew that his mother was scavenging to provide for him. It was fortunate that Tini could hold her nosy mouth.

“Eh, that's his new kid!” mak Robin suddenly from behind. He pointed to a man who entered the courtyard by scrolling two objects. One is a suitcase of clothes. And the other is a portable speaker the size of a suitcase that fits into the cabin of the plane.

“New son again, Mak?” He turned to Mak Robin.

“Iya, his room key has been signed with me from yesterday.” Mak Robin looked at a young man who was wailing.

“OK. It's time for a test. Is he worthy of occupying this first floor? I call him,” Tini.

“What are you, Ma'am?” Asti's voice sank as Tini's cry instantly sounded.

“Hei! New boy! Here!” exciting Tini. “He brought Mak speakers! Is it possible that the work is busker?” tanya Tini while giggling.

The young man who felt called came closer while dragging his luggage.

To Be Continued

Thank you for waiting for Tini :*