TINI SUKETI
49. Tini Just fine

Tini did decide to wait for Mr. Wimar instead of going to lunch. It's over, he thought. Leaving that place could even make it harder for him to make an appointment with the busy businessman.

His stomach started to complain. His legs were also sore because he had been to and fro helping parents who had difficulty finding clues to the building. No wonder people often misunderstand him. At a reception, Tini's shoulder was once patted by a woman who said, “People catering huh? The plate is up.”

Or when he was in the supermarket, someone often asked the location of a shelf of goods. Tini's used to it. It had been almost an hour he was busy taking care of others, and now he looked down at his pair of shoes that seemed to be worth replacing.

Suddenly a man averted his eyes. Mr. Wimar has just arrived from lunch outside.

“A long time ago, Ma'am?” ask the middle-aged man.

“Not yet, Sir. Coinciding with lunch hour, so gig if you want to go back to the office,” said Tini trying to compensate the footsteps of the businessman.

“You offer life insurance to me, yes?” ask Mr. Wimar.

“Just offer as I promised yesterday. You can see the illustrations I made. If it is suitable, you can contact me.” Tini glanced at Mr. Wimar.

They arrived at the destination floor. And Mr. Wimar's steps directly down the hallway that left right is filled with rows of employee tables.

“Sit first, Ma'am,” pinta Pak Wimar pointed to a set of brown leather sofas. “Reza, please suguhi Mbak Tini drinks and snacks. I want to chat a little with Mbak Tini,”, said Mr. Wimar to his secretary.

“Not bother, sir. The explanation of the insurance I offer is listed all here.” Tini took out a clamped sheet of paper from a map and placed it on the table.

Mr. Wimar took the paper and took a quick look at it. “Long work as an insurance agent?” ask Mr. Wimar.

“Lumayan long time, Sir. This insurance agent was my first office job. I am just a High School graduate,” replied Tini.

“I too was originally just a small company. All great things come from the small. I am a bit busy today. My company was originally also small, but my upperclassman came in offering lucrative acquisitions. I like the persistent Tini Ma'am. From a long time ago I saw Ma'am Tini painstakingly answer people's questions. Can I have his card?” When Mr. Wimar said that, his assistant named Reza came with a tray containing two cups of tea and two plates of cake accompanied by a small spoon.

Reza placed the tray and set it on the table. Tini observed how Reza arranged the contents of the table while reaching into the contents of her bag issuing business cards.

“This is my business card, Sir.” Tini drew a business card with both hands.

“Good, I save, yes. Please drink first, Ma'am Tini. I will be studying this insurance first. Sorry if I was in a hurry. Please drink and enjoy the snack. Excuse me first, can?” Mr. Wimar laughed.

It was unexpected that the two important people he met nobody gave a bright spot about the results of the day. Tini returned to her office with a lethargic face.

Just sitting himself in a chair, Tini hasn't even had lunch yet. The only thing that had entered his stomach was the cake and a piece of cake served in Mr. Wimar's office. Tini's cell phone rang.

“Pak Hamit,” Mumbled Tini. He immediately shifted the screen. “Sore, Pak—ya? Now then? Over where? Hotel Descent Restaurant? Fine, Mr …. Two billion, huh? Okay, thank you, sir. Directly I make,” sahut Tini.

Hearing news from Mr. Hamit who will immediately buy a fantastic value policy, Tini immediately turned on his computer and printed a file for Mr. Hamit to sign.

“You leave again, Ma'am?” Dwi approaches Tini's desk. “Tadi Pak Agus to here nyari Mbak. I said come out again,” said Dwi.

“Good. Your answer is correct. If not here, then out. Okay, I'm done ...” Tini has not looked at dwi. He was busy putting the papers into the map. “Dwi, I'm out again. I'll get a big customer. His fee must be good. Doain me, yes ..” Tini held her bag and patted Dwi on the shoulder.

Mr. Hamit asked Tini to meet him at the Descent hotel. The businessman had just finished business lunch. Tini was willing to take a taxi to the hotel to get there in a state that is still fresh. Angkot and ojek that have been boarded many times make it look a little tangled.

Mr. Hamit was waiting for Tini at the restaurant. When Tini arrived, the man immediately smiled.

“What's up here?” ask Hamit kindly.

“Taxi ride, Sir.” Tini pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Mr. Hamit. He placed the map and pulled the file in front of Mr. Hamit. “This, Sir. I have all arranged it according to the illustration. You can read it again and if it is clear, it can be signed.” Tini placed the file and a pen nearby.

“Don't be in such a hurry, Ma'am. Did Tini eat? How about going to the room I ordered and we chat there?” Mr. Hamit re-entered the file that Tini had proffered and smiled.

“Already, Sir. I have eaten. Why go to the room? Here also can,” said Tini.

“Mbak Tini must have been familiar with transactions like this. It's a big deal, you know. I might not get a bonus. We'll relax in the room, I'll sign the file. Safe anyway,” said Mr. Hamit, winking one eye on Tini.

“Oh, that means I have to handle the service first you want to sign?” ask Tini directly.

To Be Continued

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