TINI SUKETI
51. Conscience Tini (1)

Tini still could not believe seeing Wibi standing under the door frame of his room that was not closed. That day Wibi wore a short-sleeved blue batik shirt with matching jeans subordinates.

“Udah long nyampe? Want to see Mr Agus, yes?” Tini quickly stood up. He felt like he was caught committing a crime. But he was just crying.

“I really want to see you. I sent you a message again where you are. Try to see the gap,” Pinta Wibi, walk into the room and pull the chair across from Tini's desk.

Tini sat back down and reached for the phone in her bag. His mind, which had been focused on meeting Mr. Hamit, ignored other incoming messages that were not his priority that day.

“Sorry, Mom. I have not checked my phone yet,” replied Tini. His finger scrolled the phone and saw a barrage of Wibi messages that matched the contents. ‘You're in the office? I'm going there.’

“Udah read?” Wibi placed the paper she had been holding onto Tini's table.

“Ehem!” Tini gulped down looking at Wibi's face which was very cheerful that afternoon. In contrast to his grim face. “So how? Wibi decided to take insurance from which company?”

“Udah—udah, the power is easy. Don't talk about it today. You want to tell me something?” Wibi looked at Tini's look carefully. Tini's face looked different. At the beginning of their meeting, Tini looked very cheerful.

“Nothing , Mas.” Tini looked down at her phone. His fingers were busy scrolling through the messages that he had all opened. “I just came out today prospect two customers. Both are hopeless" said Tini flatly.

“Sorry, Tin …. I didn't mean to be presumptuous. Maybe you're not comfortable talking to me. But you were crying, you why?” Wibi pulled her chair closer to the table.

Tini lowered her head, hearing what Wibi said without answering anything. His mind was remembering the face of Mr. Hamit who laughed mockingly at him. His eyes are back heating up.

“I'm fine, Mas Wibi.” Tini lowered her head to gulp her saliva slowly so as not to be heard by Wibi. “Today I'm just tired again,” Tini continued, still down.

Wibi who was a little advance her body re-establish themselves. Turns out Tini who was thought to want to tell a story is still silent.

“If today anyone hurts you, be forgiven. Let you be more relieved,” said Wibi while observing Tini's reaction.

“Hah? The dimaafin? Oh, I can't yet. I was tired and lazy to go all the way. Next time I see him again, he'll be finished. Damn men! Humiliating women! He thinks with the capital of the two billion policy, can get a sleep bonus as an agent? If that's what thugs are talking about, I can still understand. The environment supports with his talk. But the class of businessmen say, really, not filtered. That his mouth needs to be covered with a stone, same time the sand for the loud talk. If Sejah is not married, I invite him to make Hamit's nempeleng. Damn it!!”

Both of Tini's hands clasped across the table. Breathing gasps. Wibi who just straightened the body, now fully leaned back. Wibi's words about forgiving the person who hurt that day were not about to patronize Tini. He deliberately wanted to hear Tini's honest response. And now Tini is spilling her frustration.

What he just saw was the real Tini. Tini who was quiet even looked like a sick person. Wibi prefers Tini who misbehaves every time she is nearby. Tini who laughs a lot because things are not important.

That day Wibi realized one thing, that the person who jokes the most can be the hardest to tell about himself. They cover their heart wounds and worries in the form of jokes. Trying to think of the difficulties of life as just a joke, because God is forging them into a stronger figure.

“I prefer you who are excited like gini,” said Wibi.

Tini covered her mouth with both hands. He just realized he had been free to talk.

“Sorry, Mas Wibi. I don't mean to be ugly, Mr. Hamit. He is also an acquaintance of Mr. Agus. I'm not feeling good. Because I'm the initiative prospect of Mr. Hamit. I'm not—”

“Nothing, Tini ...,” cut Wibi. “Before I apologize again. I'd like to offer you some help if you don't mind. You are suddenly busy looking for a big customer because you need money again. I'd like a hand, Tin.” Wibi again advanced her seat. He wants to help Tini. But to say that he had yesterday heard the talk of Tini and her sister, Wibi did not reach the heart. He was also worried that he was considered too presumptuous.

“No, kok, Mas. I'm okay.” Tini tidied her hair. “Udah afternoon, Mas Wibi want to see Mr Agus or what? About travel insurance that I want to use first can I? If all is okay, sign it tomorrow, yes?” Tini got up from her seat looking at Wibi. A good man who would help her. But he doesn't like to be pitied. She likes Wibi to pay attention to her. But to be noticed because he was pitied about financial problems helping his sister, Tini did not want to.

“So ... You refused?” ask Wibi in a disappointed tone.

Tini laughs. “Reject help yes. If you reject Mas Wibi, yes, it is impossible.” Tini glanced at Wibi's face that had turned wrong. “Handering, Mas Wibi ..” Connect Tini. He then tucked his bag to his shoulder.

To Be Continued

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