TINI SUKETI
33. First Choice

Morning routine as usual. Opening his eyes due to the noise from the second floor. Footsteps of the upper occupants who are rushing. Tini straightened up, briefly stretched her waist, then got up to grab the towel. He did it every day at 4:30 a.m. Before long he woke up usually Mak Robin also began to voice his heavy footsteps.

Tini did deliberately wake up early, because the bathroom is always crowded with the residents of the boarding house whose work schedule is morning. They don't want to be late. Just like Tini. Moreover, the location of Tini's office is far from boarding. But that doesn't matter to him. He was lazy to move residence. For him the chicken coop is now his home.

Tini was wearing a cheap suit, but it looked good on her body. The suit should be slightly reparation at the tailor to better fit the body wrap. Her appearance already equaled that of a career woman based in SCBD. Very trendy. The difference, Tini lanyards, the brand is not COACH. But, the results are bought in the bookstore.

Tini combed her straight black hair in front of her little dressing table.

“Beginning soon,” murmured Tini. Tini's mouth then imitates the word ‘Robin’ without sound. Simultaneously, Mak Robin's voice was heard lashing out at his son.

“Robiiiin!” mak Robin shouted from the wall of the next room.

Then Tini again opened her mouth to imitate the words that would be next spoken by Mak Robin.

“Wake you! What time is it? That's why sleep fast! Don't touch your eyes!” sergeant Mak Robin.

Again Tini was right. He memorized the dialogue every morning. After mimicking what Mak Robin said, Tini giggled.

“Every day it's the same son, ‘What time is this?’ Yeah, his son doesn't know. Kan, sleep again. Her mammoth bloat,” muttered Tini put down the comb.

After dressing up, Tini sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled a pair of high black shoes from under the bed. When he unrolled the stocking he had prepared last night, he sharpened his ears again.

“The towel must have forgotten,” Tini.

Shortly thereafter, “Robiiiin .. bring your towel here!” mak Robin's screams again.

Tini's back giggling. After draping her bag over to her shoulder, Tini stepped out of the room.

“Udah are you ready?” ask Mama Robin.

“Udah. Since the first shrill of your voice,” replied Tini.

“Every day I remind you, but you always forget. Cated to know, crying you!” sergeant Mak Robin to his son.

“Already, Bin .... Don't be sad, there are still many ways to disappoint your other parents.” Tini rubbed Robin's head.

“Udah! Pigi you there,” expel Mak Robin.

Tini laughed as she pinched Robin's cheeks. “I go to work first, yes. If there is a handsome, tall, minced man who loves me, please know where my office is.” Tini pulled out the key boy, then put him in the bag.

“Absolutely who wants to come?” mak Robin stood in the doorway.

“Yes, obviously not there. If there is such a thing that would come, I do not go to work. At home waiting to wear a glove cloth,” replied Tini, stepping away from the door and waving while laughing.

“Basic bodat!” mak Robin's.

As a senior in the office, Tini was already quite famous. Starting from the security guard, receptionist, to the employees who meet the row of tables always greet him.

“Pagi Mbak Tini ...” Employees who just passed by did not escape greeting Tini.

“Come on, Team! Here report weekly target,” pinta Tini a second after putting her bag on the worktable.

Three employees who were subordinates of Tini in his team, immediately stood up. A thin man named Bowo, a fat man named Mail, and a petite woman named Dwi.

“Mbak Tini, this is my report.” Dwi put two sheets of paper on the table. Tini nodded with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“You?” tanya Tini, looking at Bowo. The skinny man then put down his report. While the fat man just stood looking at Tini with a look of regret. “Letter! Which report are you?” ask Tini.

“Mail, Sister Tin. Not a letter,” Mail said.

“Yes, same. Mails. Letters in English. It was a protest. Where's your report?” ask Tini.

“Yesterday my neighbor had a party, I couldn't sleep. Dangdutan all night,” Mail said, massaging his nape looking at Tini.

“Should be you prospect. The envelope money must be a lot. You can offer all kinds of protection. Not even complaining because of the sound of dangdutan. You mijet-mijet nape for sure because join joget nyawer to the sidelines biduan. As of this morning, I have been khatam. There!” pinta Tini on the Mail with an annoyed face. “Alesan, really, not creative. All say stay up late counting envelopes,” Tini's nag, pick up paper from the table and then pull the pen from its place.

For a while Tini looked down to check the list of achievements of his team. Combine the target number of them all and insert a brace in the corner of the paper.

“I went to Pak Agus's room. If there's a phone on my desk, ask who's where? Password don't forget. Tini Su,” order Tini to Dwi who is opposite her desk.

In front of the door of Agus' room, Tini stopped for a moment tidying up her skirt that slightly rose because of the sitting position earlier.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

“Ehem!” Agus let out a small cough that is usually a sign of being able to enter.

“Ehem—ehem, say ‘includ’ aja hard. Later if you feel good to say, ‘Mas ahem-in now’?” Tini nagged before pressing on the door handle and pushed her inside.

“Ya?” Agus looked up at Tini's arrival.

“Pak, I brought a report last week. Less satisfying. But it has exceeded eighty percent of the target,” reported Tini, putting the paper he carried onto Agus' table.

“It's pretty good,” said Agus, nodding at the paper he just held. “Oh, yes. Where were you yesterday?” agus asked, putting the paper back on the table.

“Nothing. At home aja. Why?” ask Tini. He has understood a little about Agus who is not clear plan. Don't want to be too sought, but fret if not sought.

“Sunday ago you said there was a good restaurant in the summit area. I think you want to go there,” said Agus.

Tumbennya men in front of him is willing to talk about the private in the office hallowed room, thought Tini.

“Iya. There is a good restaurant at the top. There is also a good restaurant here. Not only at the top,” said Tini.

Just dickin' all. Let Agus know and realize that he is not too important, inner Tini.

“I mean I want you to jump. I'll be okay, really. I am waiting for your phone,” Agus said again.

Tini sighed. “Not his own father who said that his mother Mr ngajak go to kondangan—entah who. I also do not want to know who,” muttered Tini at the end of the sentence. His forehead frowned while remembering about Agus who said he would go to accompany his mother to the wedding reception.

“Include? I forgot,” said Agus casually.

Tini cursed Agus inside his head. “Woh, basic bloat! Like Mbah. It's important to you, Gus! Huh! Nehi!”

“Where will you have lunch?” ask Agus.

“I have a lunch appointment with prospective customers,” replied Tini. He lies. No lunch with any customer. He was just lazy to face Agus.

“I'd like to meet you. He plans to open a new office in Jakarta. His business is in Surabaya. He needs an office that's here to ease his business. The day after tomorrow to meet. I want to ask you to make an offer. We propose cooperation for travel insurance,” pinta Agus.

“If you may know, what office, sir?” ask Tini.

“Travel Bureau. Such businesses do always require an office in Jakarta.”

“Kok, so? Why?”

“Document management such as visa. Everything is complete in Jakarta. Not all foreign countries have embassy offices in all Indonesian cities. So, this is to facilitate his business in the area. There are no documents, just send to Jakarta,” explained Agus.

Tini mangosteen. Then, his hand touched the pocket of the suit where his mobile phone was vibrating. Tini grabbed her phone and saw the name on it. Jonah.

“Pak, I'll excuse you. Wanna answer the phone,” said Tini.

Agus nodded. “Do not lup—”

Tini's already twisted her body. “Helooo .. do you miss me? Hihihi—" Tini giggled after asking Jono if the man missed him.

Agus' face immediately bent. Plus Tini slammed the door harder than usual.

To Be Continued

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