TINI SUKETI
25. Initially Friendship

Gula-Gula Flower is still flowing. Elvi Sukaesih is kicking the word candy repeatedly. It is less clear why Tini chose the song as the winning song to be colonized.

“Ayo—ayo, disperse. Those who want to work, can already go to work. Who wants to purify, please collect water. Who wants to get out of the boarding house, please take care of his clothes. A man's self-esteem lies in his ability to keep his promises,” exclaimed Tini with a mic. He was still sitting in front of Boy's room door.

“Udah! Noisy!” sergeant Boy, lower the volume of the speaker while covering his ear.

“I'm starting to like this speaker of yours,” said Tini while getting up and handing the mic to Boy. Tini crossed the courtyard to Mak Robin who was carrying the Colonized into her room.

“I'm fine, really, Mak.” He laughed at the door of his room.

“Anything is okay. Your lips are cut, Jah!” mak Robin.

Dijah rubbed his lips with the neck of the T-shirt he was wearing. While looking at the neck of her T-shirt Colored said, “Nothing, Mak. Still a small wound,” he said.

“OK, Mom. From here I handle it,” said Tini who had just walked into the room of Sejah.

“That kind of doctor you also see,” Mak Robin said, pulling the tip of Tini's hair and passing from the room Sejah. As Mak Robin turns towards exiting, “Well! When did you wake up? How are you secretly?” ask Robin to her son.

Robin was standing at the door of the room still in her morning uniform. Tiny trousers and deep sweatshirts that are no longer white. The saliva crust was still stuck on both cheeks of the boy's mouth.

“Morning tomorrow, Robin wakes up and I'll take the mic. Let not diem-diem aja,” said Tini.

“You're ready for your business, take a shower Tini!” Mom Robin took her son back to the room.

He sat on the floor of his room and pulled a used shoe box from under the bed.

“What is it?” tanya Tini, come sit on the floor to see the object that was issued.

“Medicine wound,” replied Colored, opened the shoe box and scraped its contents looking for wound ointment.

“Here I help,” said Tini, taking the wound ointment from the Seized hand and a cotton bud to drip the ointment. “Medicine your wound is very complete, Jah.” Tini glanced at the shoe box at a glance.

“Availability. I don't know when it was thumped,” said Dijah.

“Who?” tanya Tini was curious. During this day, he indeed did not know where the Colonized had obtained his injuries from.

“My ex-husband,” replied Colonized.

“Kok can split?” ask Tini.

“I don't want to, I don't love. So he likes to torture me,” replied Dijah.

“Not in love can you marry?” ask Tini again. He was ready to bottle his wound with ointment. When asking that, Tini did not want to linger looking at the face of the Colored. He did not want her to feel intimidated.

“Forced my father,” replied Sejah, shuffled back and opened the grocery bag he had been carrying. “I have nothing, Tin. I only have Dul. Kasian Dul, if I don't take care of him well. My only hope is Dul's future. I have no future anymore,” said Sejah, pulling a zinc plate and picking up a knife. He started peeling the onion over the plastic.

“Who said?” ask Tini. “The next week also includes the future, Jah. I can breathe the future too. You said it, kok, gitu.” Tini sat on the floor against the edge of the bed.

“I wonder. Lastri it—I don't bother the guy. I know not. Why didn't he blame the guy instead of me? Why does he close his eyes to his faults? Afraid loss? Sooner or later it must be the original look of the guy like what. Kok even willing to say I like that. Even though I don't know him. Take my son. Who wants to eat, he said.” Colored wiping his tears wearing a collar sweatshirt.

“You cry?” ask Tini.

“Ngupel onion, Tin,” reply Colored.

“Oh, yes.” Tini sighed. “So what did you say to me? Before the same gel lastri?”

“Oh, the .... It's nothin. Don't think about it,” says Sejah.

He turned his head and left two onions that made him cry. After sighing for a moment to relieve his lungs, Dijah sat down next to Tini.

“Take, try one.” Tini thrusts a box of cigarettes at Dijah. “Said Mr. Paijo, smoking a stick can help get the devil out of the head. Headaches are reduced and we become a little relieved,” said Tini.

“This cigarette or headache medicine, Tin?” tanya Seized with a serious look, picked up a cigarette and followed the way Tini lit it.

“Try aja, Jah. Still free. Later if you like to buy yourself,” said Tini.

“Honey the money, Tin. Mending to make snacks Dul,” sahut Colored.

“Your father is sadistic too, yes, Jah. Can like that to you,” Tini.

“No, Tin. My fate. I used to feel like I couldn't defend myself. Now I feel free, Tin. Even though I'm still battered. At least no one can understand me. My father's a slacker, Tin. Gambling hobbies. That also makes me embarrassed to approach men. Who wants to be like a widow like me. Just a mediocre face. The kayak family. I have a kid. Ex-husband bastard.” Suck up his cigarette smoke.

“My father is also a slacker, Jah. The fathers should be grateful to live in this day and age, yes, Jah. In the past, it would have been ordered to war. Man, really, no thank you.”

He looked at Tini with a serious look. “Yes, you are also Tin.” Colored and Tini then laughed out loud.

It was just a glimpse of the Seized that Tini knew. The rest, Tini only got the story from pieces of the words of the Sejah who he had to sort himself. The first woman he felt attractive to be a friend, still did not want to be too open to him. Life is colonized like a veil that wants to keep closed tightly.

“Tin, where can I get my money? I again need money,” said Sejah suddenly.

“This is what you want from earlier?” ask Tini.

Sejah nodded reluctantly. “Iya. I'm gonna go get my mom's medicine. If you buy a regular recipe, really, heal it really is old. Want to buy a rather good one,” said Dijah.

“Mau pinjeman?” ask Tini.

“Do not, Tin. I'm not sure when I can pay. A day's mouth is only 30 thousand. Work in the cafe 50 thousand. It's done for my son's meal and shopping,” obviously Colored.

“The bad money was bad, Jah. You must betray your own heart and body. Do you want to hold people's birds?” tanya Tini was not excited. He wanted to help, but Sejah would certainly not like his idea.

“Holding the bird means? Real bird or male bird, Tin?” tanya Sewn with frowning brows.

“Birds, Jah. The one that melts if it gets hot and thick if it gets cold. Never seen it?” ask Tini with a serious face.

Seized shaking. “Not sure I am. Seems not yet,” sahut Colored.

“So, how can you have Dul?” tanya Tini is confused. Sejah seems to answer honestly, but Tini really does not understand.

“I forgot how,” replied Colored half daydreaming.

“Any,” sahut Tini. “Do you want to come with me tomorrow? There are fat fathers who often nawarin I hold his anus. Hold on for a while and it can be a lot. This father is usually held. You hold her, she holds your milk. How?” tanya Tini wasn't sure.

“Dapet a lot, huh? Directly packed? Sure?” tanya Sejah's.

“Can be paid down payment with his assistant. Really want?” ask Tini again.

Sejah nodded. “I want to try, Tin. What trouble? You can just. My time is not?” He asked back with an optimistic look.

“Actually good makes someone a role model. But, listen to your sentence .... I'm, uh, so it's kind of a sprain, huh? I'm worried too. You can-can the fat old man you slaughtered because touch you,” said Tini, glancing at the face of Dijah who is still just as serious.

“OK, later in the afternoon we try. I anter and I wait for you to finish,” said Tini, patting Dijah on the shoulder.

To Be Continued