TINI SUKETI
5. Pak Paijo's

“Pssst! Psst! Sir!” Tini tiptoed from behind a tree called Pak Paijo who was smoking and chatted casually with two other ojek drivers.

“She's been called. Called tetep aja not mudeng,” grumbled Tini. The universe listened to Tini's complaints. Not until five minutes later, two drivers ojek friend Pak Paijo get passengers who come from their cell phones. Seems like from a subscription.

Tini put down her carry-on bag and came out from behind the tree. “Pak!” Excite Tini a few steps from Pak Paijo.

“Where's the bag?” ask Pak Paijo. Tini had already told her that she would leave a big bag with her. “Indeed tomorrow? On the day of the wedding of Coki?” ask Mr. Paijo again.

“Kakiku. Find a place to sit, Sir.” Tini went around looking for a place to chat with Pak Paijo, without attracting the attention of others.

“There, Tin. Come on, which bag?” ask Mr. Paijo again. Tini pointed at a large bag behind a tree. “Oh, yes, already. Put it that's okay. I'll bring it later,” said Mr. Paijo. He then walked to a wooden bench made with a model carelessly under the trees. Usually, the bench becomes a place for young people to play guitar, smoke, or sometimes, a two-man rolling marijuana in the dark.

“Tomorrow, right? What time?” asked Mr. Paijo, sitting on the bench taking cigarettes out of his pocket.

Tini saw Mr. Paijo lit a cigarette and puffed his smoke upward. “Kok looks good,” muttered Tini, staring at Pak Paijo's cigarette box.

“Actually this is a cheap cigarette. Not delicious. But instead of not smoking, my head is sometimes dizzy. If again emotion or fear, sometimes after smoking a cigarette, the demon in my head comes out with smoke. The mind becomes calmer,” said Pak Paijo.

“I can try?” Tini looked at Mr. Paijo's cigarette with a passionate gaze.

“Women smoking is not good. Danger,” said Pak Paijo, his hand opened the cigarette box and thrust it on Tini. Tini frowning. “Danger due to smoking it on the edge of the train tracks. Worry kesamber,” continued Pak Paijo, chuckling.

“Asem! I guess it's because women have lungs. Men breathe with gills so they can smoke. I tried, yes ...” Tini lit a cigarette Mr. Paijo gave her. Cheap cigarettes are produced from low-grade tobacco. Tini wanted to try the suggestion of lightening the burden of her mind with a puff of smoke.

Some time sipping his cigarette in silence, Tini surprised by the words of Mr. Paijo. “Where? Sensation?”

“My demons seem to be getting stronger. I got a new idea to confirm my name in this village,” said Tini.

“What—apa?” asked Mr. Paijo, then the old man fell silent. He felt guilty for supporting what Tini was going to do.

“Tomorrow at 12 p.m. I don't want to go long. The one who has these costs is called Nyai. I've been a nelfon. He said, I went to his house first to pay and get the key. The rules of boarding, do what you want, but do not wait for a day's goods. Kok I serem,” said Tini.

“Be careful while in town, Tin. Do not waste, if you have not been able to work. In what city plan to work?” ask Pak Paijo. He was sure Tini could survive in the city. The young lady had been strong for a long time. Died his mother died in adolescence, making Tini deft and hard to educate his sisters. His heart alone is often inferior to the boasting of men. Tini was impressed with her thirst for affection and attention.

“Any work, Sir. The important thing is not to beg,” said Tini again sip his cigarette.

That night, Tini first learned to smoke. Not from the glitter of the night world that he would meet. But, from an old man who tried to comfort him about the salt acid of life.

Saturday morning, Tini was dressed. He only prepared a handbag that he used to travel. His other items, he had left last night on Pak Paijo. He did so to ease his departure and avoid the barrage of questions from the village reporters.

Dayat has been whining since yesterday because he knew his brother's plans. Tini's 15-year-old younger sister, continues to wait for her brother while in the room. While Evi, looks more resigned. He understood very well that his brother's determination would not change. His hatred for the Chef was growing. Because of that man, they had to lose Tini who left the village.

Instead of being sad, questioning or even preventing his daughter, Mr. Joko looks relaxed.

“Pak!” exclaim Tini from under the back door goal.

Mr. Joko turned to his son, then again thrusting a fragment of corn in his palm to be pegged to his new rooster.

“So depart?” ask Mr. Joko.

“So. I'll be leaving soon. Liatin Dayat. Don't drive home too late. Wanted, Sir. Don't let him join his friend for too long. It's soon to be the graduation exam. Dayat. Unfortunately if you do not get the country.” Tini was still standing in the doorway.

“Be careful, take care. Do not want to be taken everywhere as people do not know. Don't easily trust strangers, Tin.” Joko sir won't look at his son. It was hard to let Tini go. But even banning it would be difficult.

“Mmm,” authentic Tini. “That's new, what's the name?” Tini was curious about the name of his father's new rooster.

“Puput II,” Pak Joko replied casually. He immediately stroked the head of Puput II unfortunately.

“Puput II?” tanya Tini half in disbelief.

“Iya. Queen Elizabeth I and Elizabeth II. That sort of thing,” replied Mr. Joko.

“Oh,” says Tini. I don't know who's the most stressed in the house, Tini doesn't understand. Living in that house was also definitely heavy because it had to compete with noble roosters.

Tini said goodbye to her family at 10. Before leaving he went around the side yard to take a plywood that he had tulisi yesterday night. Additional inspiration he got from igniting a cigarette with Pak Paijo.

With a plywood measuring almost a meter and a large machete, Tini left her home to the big road. His knees grew weaker as the sound of single organ entertainment rang out in the distance. The Chef's wedding is already underway. The day is near noon, and the man who a week ago was still his girlfriend, has now become the husband of another woman.

Tini walks through the alley where Siti Kusmini's house is located. When passing by, Tini must have looked over. From a distance, the guest looks still quiet. The empty courtyard inside the alley which is commonly used as a parking lot if there is an event in the alley, looks still quiet.

After walking 100 meters from the alley of Siti Kusmini's house, Tini saw Pak Paijo waving from a distance. Tini stopped flailing towards the trees with a machete and a large plywood in her hand.

Seeing the strange Tini gelagat, Pak Paijo turned off his motorbike and ran over to Tini.

“This is for what? You don't macem. Love your life if you have to spend it in jail for the sake of that man. Bring here the machete!” pinta Pak Paijo's. He fears Tini will make headlines for massacring his ex-girlfriend.

“Ha? Why did I spend my life in prison? There are many other places that are better. Instead of no work, mending help me.” Tini draped her bag and dumped the plywood onto the side of the road. He hurried to pick a banana tree from the trees on their left-right side, and began to slash it. In a few slashes, the banana tree fell.

“Ngapain standing by? Come on, help me.” Tini dragged the trunk of a large banana tree she just felled out of the trees.

To Be Continued