TINI SUKETI
6. The Legend of Cokro Village

Actually Pak Paijo was confused by what Tini would do. But, seeing that woman was in trouble, there was no way she would just shut up. Pak Paijo began to drag the banana stem that had just been slashed by Tini.

“Yesterday, he said I was just asked to send you to the terminal. Now even harvest bananas. Don't understand me,” whistle Mr. Paijo.

“Can diem first, can't you? I am not calm at work. This is in a hurry. Someone will come along later. Evi can also be aware that I went to bring a machete.” After putting one banana stick to the side of the road, Tini went back into the trees and slashed another banana stem. Again Mr. Paijo helped him with his unrelenting questions.

Tini's been bathing in sweat. He gasped for breath staring at the five big banana trees lying on the side of the road leading to the small alleys to the dwellings of the residents.

“Come, Sir. Again help me,” pinta Tini. “Put all of these banana stems to the middle of the road. I want to take the log,” said Tini, pointing to a dry log lying among the bushes.

Paijo gave up on asking. To shorten the time, he dragged all the banana stems to the middle of the road. After he finished making the road impassable, Tini came with a fairly large tree trunk. Mr. Paijo has not been aware of what Tini is doing. His mind was still about finishing the job in order to quickly deliver Tini. However, when Tini took a big plywood with big writing. Mr. Paijo widened his eyes.

“From here the sound of his single organ entertainment is almost not astonished. Safe. I don't need to fuss. Enough of this. But, I'm sure this must have disappointed a lot of people. Especially the Chef who hopes to count the contents of the envelope tonight.” Tini clucked in satisfaction wiping her sweat.

Realizing the chaos that would shake the entire occupants of the road, Pak Paijo ran towards his motorbike.

“Let's go, Tin!” Pak Paijo turned on his motorbike and waited for Tini.

Tini laughed sinisterly staring at the writing she made last night. “Happy new life, Coki .... Your promise will be forgotten, but the pain of my heart, I may remember.”

Tini stepped up leaving behind a pile of banana stems and a large log that covered the road. Wide triplek reads, ‘KALI BRIDGE COLLAPSES. THE ROAD WAS CLOSED DUE TO REPAIRS. PLEASE DETOUR.’

Wanna turn around to where? The end of each alley and road is the river bank. The small bridge that is above the river flow, is indeed a vital connecting means on the road. Every little bridge that collapsed, everyone no one could take a vehicle out of the house.

Not only on the road to the alley of Tini's house, the road in parallel there is also the same. There is a small river over which there is a bridge. Previously only wanted to close the road with a banana tree trunk. But, sipping a cheap cigarette makes Tini think more creatively.

The invited guests would definitely turn around, to return home. With an evil smile full of satisfaction and heartache, Tini climbed into the motorbike and patted Pak Paijo on the shoulder.

“It is relieved, Tin?” ask Mr. Paijo when the bike has gone.

“To be relieved, anyway, not yet.” Tini felt the cold wind drain the sweat on her forehead.

“Later everyone will know, if that's your job. You're the only one hurt by the Chef's wedding. People will say you are stupid.” Pak Paijo's voice was slightly muffled by the wind.

“Everybody must have been stupid to be smart. Let it go, sir. My skin doesn't blister just because of people's taunts.” Tini took a deep breath.

“Oh, yes. Later drop a machete anter to Evi yes,” continued Tini. Pak Paijo replied by raising the thumb of his left hand upwards.

Meanwhile, at the family residence of Mr. Joko. Evi was in a mood in the bottom bed. Dayat who is still sad and sulking because of the abandonment of his brother, did not go to sleep on Saturday. Usually, the teenage boy has disappeared from home since morning.

“Mbak Tini heartache,” muttered Evi. “He shouldn't have left. But screw up the Chef's party.” Evi spoke like a rhyme.

Realizing his words just now, Evi fell silent. Is it possible that her notoriously loud and gluttonous brother just gave up?

“Yesterday Ma'am Tini nanya parang ..,” muttered Evi

“Ha? It's machetes?” Dayat stuck his head to the bottom of the bed.

“Iya. Wh-wh-what for? It's not possible Tini killed anyone. Surely the village has been stirred,” muttered Evi again.

Suddenly Dayat jumped down. “Come find the machete,” invite Dayat. Evi who had just thought to see if the hideout of his father's machete was safe from Tini's reach, immediately jumped.

A moment later, the two brothers had already looked at each other while crouching near the kitchen cabinet. The machete that Mr. Joko hid had disappeared.

“Come, we're bouncing forward. Pretend to go through. We saw the party Coki.” Dayat, who was now also curious where his father's large machete, immediately grabbed the key of the motor from next to the television.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had disappeared westward. In front of the alley of Siti Kusmini's house there was a commotion. Mr. Siti Kusmini ruffled his waist and got angry.

“Street on, Yat! Up ahead,” pinta Evi on her sister. He wanted to see what his brother did.

As he was about to arrive at the front of the road, Evi saw two young men getting rid of a banana tree trunk and a wooden trunk. Also a large plywood sheet that he knows very well his writing.

“Yat! It turns out the machetes to take a banana gedebog,” said Evi giggled. The motorcycle they were driving did not stop at the scene. They just intend to cross. However, just as Dayat's motorcycle was about to reach the mouth of the road, a young man shouted.

“Woi! Tini's sister, huh?” call the young man who is none other than Siti Kusmini's sister. “Where's your brother? It must be your brother's jealous work,” said sister Siti Kusmini.

Dayat stopped his motorcycle near the young man who had just accused the mastermind of the chaos was his older brother.

“What's the reason?” Dayat wants to hear directly from the speech of Siti Kusmini's sister.

“Mbak Mini crying because there are no guests. Babazir food,” upset sister Siti Kusmini.

“Ya, divided. Share with neighbors and people in need. It will not be redundant. What does this have to do with Tini? Come, Yat!” take Evi.

Dayat took the motorcycle until it arrived at the end of the road facing the highway.

“We're back, nih?” ask Dayat.

“Ya, already. Turn around. I think the parang evidence of crime has been discarded or brought by Mbak Tini,” said Evi. However, when Dayat turned his motorbike, from the back there was a motorcycle horn.

“Evi! Bring this home,” said Pak Paijo when his bike was already next to Dayat. The man pulled out a long object wrapped in black crackle plastic.

“This, Sir?” asked Evi with the intention that was definitely known to Mr. Paijo. In the past few days, Tini had more communication with the old man.

“Iya, barbuk. There save. Do not forget to tell Tini that he has become a legend of Cokro Village. Tini successfully repatriated hundreds of guests during her sleep on the bus,” Pak Paijo said.

“Wah, Mbak Tini cool.” Dayat cheered happily. The teenage boy forgot his sense of sadness left by his brother.

At night in the city center commonly known as metropolitan, Tini arrived in front of the room a boarding house that has a strange name.

At the time of receiving the key from Nyai a moment ago, Tini had asked about the name.

“Why is it called chicken coop?”

“Because of many ‘ayam’ there. Tau, right, chicken? Another name for night butterflies. But, I'm not the one who names, only the people who call it like that. Whoever it is, make me the same. The important thing is never to late pay.”

Tini put her key into the hole and pushed the door of her room. It was nine o'clock at night, the atmosphere of the first-floor boarding house was already very quiet. When he put one foot into the room ....

“Heh! Psstt!” call someone from next to him.

Tini was surprised and frowned looking at a woman holding a baby.

“Why?” ask Tini.

The woman walked over to Tini. “You take care of him first.” The woman handed the baby to Tini. “You're the new kid, right? You hold him nice, yeah .... From earlier, heartburn times my stomach. But no one is looking after him. O, yes. Call me Mak Robin.”

Tini looked at Mak Robin who hurriedly went towards the back. He looked at the baby boy squirming in his arms.

“Suka-suka mbahnya aja ninggalin his son with me,” Tini's scolding.

To Be Continued