TINI SUKETI
24. Strengthening History

His words there are four things that support the formation of a person's character. The first is biological inheritance, which is brought from the family. The second factor is the environment in which a person lives, the third is his education, and the last is his life experience.

Who wants to be born into trouble? If all were given the opportunity to choose, it is almost certain that no one would choose to suffer.

Like a lost star being picked up brightly. Difficulty comes never say. Like a lump of human heart, which easily wavers because of prejudice.

Tini should not have been a promoter that morning for someone she began to consider a friend. He had forgotten his anger. Ignoring the words from yesterday afternoon stifled his chest.

However, destiny always moves unpredictably. Tini who usually woke up at noon, Monday morning at eight he was already stretching his body in front of the door.

The colon just flashed with a small transparent crackle in his hand. Tini could see a stick of tempe wrapped in banana leaves, a few long strands of beans, three eggs and certainly a pinch of chili and onions that his neighbors would have bought at the back shop.

“Tumben wake up at this time, Tin. Usually a little afternoon,” greeting Colored that morning.

“I also think this is still a dream, Jah,” Tini said. They both chuckle. “What are you cooking?” Tini made small talk as she glanced at the plastic bag of Sejahated.

“What cooking can be bought cheaply,” replied Colonized. “Tin ...” Sejah stopped in front of the room door looking at Tini.

“What?” ask Tini.

“Nothing. Later,” sahut Colored.

Tini took a long breath. “Go from before me. Early in the morning even make a sprain,” said Tini.

He laughed and continued his steps to the front door. He took off his rubber shoes and put the groceries on the plastic table.

Across their room, Boy looks to pull his speakers out. “Tin! So pack this?” Boy pointed at the speaker.

“What do you use for?” ask Tini.

“Basic of venomous mouth. Yesterday said tell me to leave the speaker. This morning asked for what,” murmur Boy.

“That's his room. His son does not live here. Maybe intentionally not know what his mother's work is. I told my guy. The status of the widow should also be questioned. If the widow is divorced, it means that being a woman is also not becus. Staying snekos so you can be free.”

The conversation sounds clear. Starting from the direction of the threaded stairs, until crossing the rooms of Colonized and Tini. Two women were endlessly talking while pointing at the Seized room.

There was no way that conversation could not be heard by Dijah. The door and window of his room were open. And Tini was hypnotized to hear the conversation until it was over. He had just stepped in front of the door of the room Dijah intended to inform. Her heart is hot. It's still morning. Even the sun has not yet revealed its luster. But two mouths of men have agreed to hit the drums of war.

Sejah standing in the doorway stared at the back of the woman who had just railed at him.

“Hey, Lastri!” call Colored.

“Oh, Lastri ...,” muttered Tini.

“What are you?” sahut Lastri, turned around and stepped closer to Dijah. Apparently, it was the thing he was waiting for. Response Sejah which has been only silent every fishing.

Lastri hated the widow in front of him half dead. The girlfriend who was loved and thought to be loyal all this time, turned out to secretly glance at other women in the boarding houses. A widow, with an obscure job.

“What other problems do you have with me? I don't think you see me here. Yes?” tanya Sejah's.

“I'm not happy! Why not just go from here? You're not ashamed? Who wants to be the same widow is not clear like you? Dream of you if you think there are pure single men want to be with you. Must be the benefits. Mending you well to make a living. Don't have much behavior. Your status! Your son must also be ashamed if he knows his mother's work—”

PLAKK!!

Lastri was lined two steps back due to the slap of the Colonized.

“More obvious, right? I am not a good widow. So I am free to go with a man who is not my husband yet! Who aja! Be free!! I don't have to take care of my behavior. Because I'm not a good widow. If I were a good widow, I would not stay home. Then, the problem for you WHAT?!” scream Sejahted.

It was the first quarrel at the chicken coop boarding. Seized Sound awakens the humans who are still asleep. Even perverted couples who are asleep, come out sticking their heads. The occupants of the room that is located closer, blatantly come even though the face is still covered in pillow patterns.

“Boy! The speaker!" shout Tini. He hurriedly crossed the courtyard and pulled the speakers up to the front of the terrace. “Mic! Whereabouts? What is the speaker for if there is no mic?!” sergeant Tini.

“You what? Don't be crazy!” aspat Boy, but still handed a mic to Tini.

“This match must be fair. It was called Lastri. He's an old man. I don't want the Devastated to get out of here. Lastri must have been a lot of supporters. Rules must be enforced. Can't be flabby,” says Tini.

“Indeed Lastri said it was like that?” ask Boy.

Tini lowered the mic. “Nothing. I said just now,” said Tini.

“So much you slap me!” pekik Lastri's.

PLAKK!!

“Where? That's me slap again!” word Colored.

Tears withstanding the pain had melted into Lastri's cheek.

“You can report to the police!” sergeant Lastri's friend held his friend's shoulder.

“Report! Reportin now,” replied Colonized. "I didn't even bother to make money to buy rice."

Lastri threw his friend's hand off his shoulder and pushed the body of the Sejah. Lastri's body is not straight. But, that woman is taller than the Colonized. Lastri gripped the tee shirt worn by Dijah and swung his opponent's body to the side, until Dijah stumbled and fell down.

Lastri used that moment to get close to Dijah quickly and swung his legs. Seized it turns out to be more nimble. He stood up and smashed the top of his head into Lastri's chin. Instantly, the woman screamed.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Sejah immediately pulled Lastri's hand with the intention of dropping the woman. Darling, Lastri's hand hit the mouth of Dijah.

Sejah step back wiping his lips. He raised his shirt sleeve intending to scatter towards Lastri. But, someone held his arm.

“Hei! Oi! Don't hold! Release!” shout Tini. “Awllookers please be patient. Remember that! The loser has to get out of here,” Tini said. He stood up to the crowd, patting the pair of hands that were holding the arm of the Colored One.

At a glance, Tini held onto Dijah's slightly injured lips.

“The loser is out of here, Jah.” Tini patted Sejah's arm then retreated.

Finished Tini said that, Dijah ran to punch himself to Lastri. The two women fell to the ground. Lastri who was surprised because he was suddenly attacked, directed his hand in a wave. Trying to reach out to the body of the Sejah he could hope for.

Blows Pastri some about Sejah. But, the woman flinched. The pain caused by Lastri was not comparable to the heartache because his son was humiliated.

What is wrong with being a widow? think Colored. Why does living with that status feel so difficult? He and his son just want to live together. He never teased any man. He knows himself enough for that.

Colored tears melted, he managed to sit on top of Lastri's body. And it did not feel that both hands were gripping the woman's neck with all their might. He could see Lastri's reddened face. Both of Lastri's hands clapped his hands asking for release.

A few seconds long, Sejah enjoyed the moments gripping Lastri's neck.

“Udah! Already! Udah!” Mak Robin grabbed the arm of the Sejahated and raised the woman's body to stand up.

Lastri coughed and was helped to stand by three spectators.

“The winner is ... Colored!! Come on, Miss Lastri. No need to go to work today. Dress her. Ayo—ayo,” says Tini via mic.

“Dijah!” mak Robin.

“Eh, yes, Mak?” Sejah looked at Mak Robin with an ordinary face. As if aware of something, Sejah looked towards Tini.

“I win, Tin?” tanya Sejah's. Her hair was ruffled and her lips were injured. But, his heart felt lighter.

“I have spoken with the mic,” said Tini. “Boy! Puter song Candy! One song to accompany the departure of Mbak Lastri,” Tini said via mic.

To Be Continued

Come ... like don't forget.

Who's Colonized? Why is it called so much?

For those who have not read CONFESSION DIJAH, Sejah is a figure that cannot be separated from the metamorphosis of the life of a Tini.