TINI SUKETI
4. Should Be Without Tears

“At least if you want this, by the way. So, you don't need to be looking for my mistake,” Tini said from the doorstep.

Instead of getting dressed, the two perpetrators simply pulled the batik sheets to cover their bodies. Siti Kusmini covered her upper body with a pillow.

“Ya, already. What do you want? I don't want to kill you either. But Mini's pregnant. If you want to be combined?” Apparently, this time Chef got up and took his clothes.

“Hah? Bunting?” tanya Tini looked at Coki, then her gaze moved on Siti Kusmini. “Bunting, you? So when do I want to get married? You're a bunting, but I'm getting married when?”

“Tin, sorry, Tin .... I—”

“When have we tasted the same stem? Why didn't you say?” Tini cut Siti's speech. He betrayed Chef, it's okay. That guy is indeed the top three podium bastard in their village. But being betrayed by a friend who often eats one plate with him, feels very piercing.

“I can marry you both,” Coki said.

“Married two women? Your eyes!” tini Maki. “If you don't stay at your parents' house and eat from them, maybe your tombstone is already mossy in the grave!” Tini's breath was cringed. No tears in front of Chef. There, he wanted to stuff a graft of chili into the man's mouth.

“So? Wanna how? Does anyone want to be with you besides me?” The chef finished wearing his clothes. He then picked up Siti Kusmini's clothes and threw her into the woman's lap.

“Yes, Tin! I'm okay, kok.” Siti looked at Tini with the clothes in her hands.

“Hah? Which kayak trunks should also be divided? Emoh!” Tini almost spit on the floor hearing the words of her best friend.

“So? Said your chef was no longer a girl. Does anyone else want to be with you?” ask Siti Kusmini.

Tini's chest feels re-emaas. Siti Kusmini said that to him.

“Your thoughts are so short! Short the distance of your brain and the clutter. Don't call me Tini Suketi if I can't bring more men than this wall nail!” maki Tini pointed at Chef.

“By the way you're a real kayak,” said Coki. “You are also still half dead looking for money, Tin—bapakmu is still like that. At least my parents are responsible for their children!” reply Chef.

“Chess of New, Chocolate! Look at it later. I'm not going home until I can buy the hill behind your house! The hill is said to be the most fertile and expensive. The owner does not know who. I'll ask my husband to buy it. Make your rushes!”

“Halah! Most importantly, I offered. It's not me who doesn't want to take responsibility for you. You who do not want to be combined.” The chef sat on the edge of the bed scratching his head.

“Mending I was poisoned, rather than me being combined! I think there is no other stem,” umpat Tini.

“Udah—. There! This is our house! We are working on this house. You enter the house people do not use the event to knock the door!” sergeant Coki.

“Yes, I don't sleep. His name is wet! If you hit the door, the name is silaturahmi. It is very crowded, until not inget ngunci door?”

BRAKK!!

Tini kicked at the thin wooden door she had been holding since. With his power sponsored by overwhelming emotions, the weathered door leaf was broken. Two wooden boards slid in.

“You wrecked people's homes!” pekik Chef's.

“You joint venture instead!” reply Tini, then leave the room door.

BRAKK!

Tini exited the house by slamming the door. Pak Paijo who was daydreaming focused both elbows on the handlebars of the motor, jumped in shock. His hands slumped down and he immediately turned his head.

“Not. Mating rat. Anter I'm home, sir.” Tini went straight up to the boncer. Mr. Paijo just nodded his head pretently understanding what Tini saw inside the house.

“Coki again babibu, yes, Tin?” ask Mr. Paijo while on the way. He was curious about Tini's face that was very chaotic when he came out of the house.

“Iya, Sir.” Tini answered only briefly. He did not want to cause excitement among motorcycle taxi drivers with careless answers that were thrown. Although he saw the facts, he did not want to harass himself because he was judged to lose to Siti Kusmini, then spread disgrace.

On the way back home, Tini repeatedly wiped away the tears. He does not want to arrive home with a swollen face, reddened eyes and a stuffy nose.

Tini went down in front of her house, then reached into the bag of pants looking for twenty thousand pieces.

“No need, Tin. Free,” said Mr. Paijo.

“Bener, here? Yes, it's okay, anyway?” Tini thrust out a folded twenty-thousandth sheet.

“Not done. Simpen aja,” said Pak Paijo shook his head.

“Pak, any acquaintances in the city? I'm going to work in the city. Looking for a place to stay. The cheapest costs,” said Tini. He stood holding the batok head motor Pak Paijo who still turned on the dim light.

“In the next alley, the new Atun returned from the city. Denger-denger Atun lives in a boarding house. He used to work at a restaurant. I'll ask where the address is. Don't look for the Chef again, Tin. That's my advice. But it's all up to you. I'm goin. Just call me if there is anything,” said Pak Paijo, putting his hand on the ear as a signal Tini can call him.

Tini nodded, then looked at Pak Paijo who disappeared in the darkness. Tini didn't enter through the front door. He turned around the house and sat on a pile of dry wood. The wood comes from fallen trees in the valley, then split to be used for cooking. It saves kerosene if you cook a lot and long.

In the darkness of her backyard, Tini cried without a sound. Biting her lips so that her cries could not be heard. Burning your head in the folds of your hands, with your shoulders shaking. A stupid story he couldn't tell anyone.

Dating with Coki is not done a day two days. However, it turns out that the female population in the village is growing faster than men. To the extent that his own best friend was unable to find another male figure to sleep with.

A week later, Tini was actually staging a silent stunt. At home, Tini's cold war with her father. At the factory, Tini avoids Siti Kusmini who tries to get back to her. And two days later, Tini heard the news about Siti Kusmini who resigned because she was getting married. Turns out, everything's right.

Coki and Siti Kusmini's wedding will take place the following Saturday. A thin invitation sheet was stared at by Evi with widened eyes. The invitation he got from Siti Kusmini's mother when she stopped by the stall.

“You're invited, Ma'am! You're invited!” evi screams from the front door. “Mbak Tini ...! Ma'am Tini! Your boyfriend married your best friend! Don't you know? Mbak Tini!” Evi, who had just returned home citing the instalment that afternoon, was screaming hysterically. He was like a madman looking for his brother. How could a Chef who had been courting her brother for so long, but ended up marrying a woman who often ate to sleep in their home.

Tini was cleaning her clothes in the room. Entering the clothes that he feels are most important and judged to have a more modern model.

“Mbak Tiniii!” yelled Evi in the doorway. “How is it possible?!” evi's screams again rushed to nearby Tini, and shook her brother's body.

Tini took out an invitation from Evi's hand. Take it for a while, and then he dumps it. He grabbed Evi's arm and dragged her to the bed. Tini took a roll, then she put it into Evi's deck.

“I who was left married, kok, you are possessed? Rest first. Maybe your head's been hot for too long. On Saturday, I went to town. Mr. Paijo has made a recommendation to stay there from Mbak Atun. It's called chicken coop boarding. I'm getting a puput. Is this a sign I should remember Puput during my stay there?” Tini laughed heartily.

Evi was silent. “The party is at home Mbak Mini, Mbak.”

Tini ignored her sister's words. “Oh, yes. Saturday before leaving, I need a big machete. You want a big machete to have a father? Where is he hiding?”

“Huge article for what? Maybe your traumatized father slaughtered Puput, so he hid it. Who do you want to kill this time?”

To Be Continued