TINI SUKETI
68. Tini's First Idol

Tini tidied up the papers she had just printed as quickly as possible. Put it into the map after previously grouping the papers based on the type of policy.

“I've done my best. Next up is up to which Father. As need. I think he's insurance is a dozen at home.” Tini again peeked at the door of Mr. Wimar's room that had just closed.

Before leaving the glass room, Tini again tidied up her clothes. His stomach is hungry, but he doesn't want to eat. The good news about closing customers always makes their stomach full.

Moreover, imagine the owner of the stock agreed to sign an insurance policy for six people at once. Despite initially hearing the man was married and had four children, Tini was a little incredulous. A little impossible because it looks like the man is quite modern, but has so many children. Plus the information he read that men are graduates abroad.

“Wateper—wateper (whatever/whatever), sing important signature. He's not the kind of little talker to much work. But both. Much talk much work.” Tini giggled as she tidied up her clothes. He then draped his bag and brought the map out of the glass room.

“Mas Reza, I want to see Mr Dean, can you go straight inside?” tini asked Reza who was sitting typing while snacking on the dimsum from his lunch box which looked very good. Tini gulps. He was hungry too.

“Can. I've been waiting, Ma. Come, I temenin.” Reza, who looked much younger than Tini, put down her chopsticks and got up to the door. “Please, Mbak.” Reza opened the door to Mr. Wimar's room.

Tini wet her lips then stepped into the room. He was a little fluttering to meet his new boss's extended family.

“This Suketi has come. How, lama? Sitting over there,” pinta Dean showed a single seat that was on his right side.

Dean sat side by side with his wife while holding a female toddler.

“Thank you, Sir.” Tini did not dare to smile in the slightest. He tuned his face as seriously as possible.

“Previously introduce, this is my wife. Mother of four children.” Dean held his wife's back. Tini immediately reached out to the woman sitting on her left side.

“I Tini Suketi, Bu.” Tini felt the reply of such a steady handshake from the woman. Graceful, but firm. Tini concluded that.

“I Winarsih, Ma'am Tini.” His superior wife smiled. Not an exaggerated smile, but a very warm thin smile.

“Call him Suketi aja, Win. More unique, strange and awkward. Every time you mention the name Suketi, the name will be imprinted in memory. What do you usually call?” ask Dean.

“Tini, Sir.”

“Yang lain—the other. Stage name,” says Dean again.

“Tini Su?”

“Nah, put that off. Next time introduce yourself by calling Suketi, the marketing team of the Cahaya Mas Group. I am sure people will get to know you faster. Unique it is necessary, to be easy to remember,” Dean's advice.

“Oh, gitu ... will I consider—“

“Do not consider. Decide right now. Well, let's go on. The one on your right side, in order, was dirja my eldest son, then Dita the second child, which I hold, his name is Mey Ling. Hobbies cramming.” Dean looked at the face of his third daughter, Widi.

“Not Mey Ling,” sahut Widi pout.

“So who?” dean asked pretending to throw a confused look at his son. “Kalo her hobby is crashing, her name is Mey Ling, not Widi.”

“Ibu—“ call Widi, turn half her body to look at the mother.

“Widi, her name is Widi. Who is Mey Ling?” Winarsih rubbed her daughter's cheeks. PLACARDS. The woman named Winarsih hit her husband's thigh slowly. “The child is teased constantly. He said he wanted to spit,” scolding that woman.

Instead of grimacing, Dean chuckled and pinched his wife's cheek with an anxious expression. “It won't be long,” Dean said.

Because of the thing Dean had done just now, Tini spontaneously held onto her cheek. Feeling as if she was the one who had just been pinched by her husband. Tini then smiled to herself.

“You cheek why, Suketi?” dean asked, looking at Tini who was stroking her cheeks. His forehead frowned, as if trying to read what was in Tini's mind.

Tini's smile instantly disappeared. “Gatel, Sir.” Tini immediately opened the map and lined the papers in front of Dean. “Yes, we're straight away. You can go back to researching what this policy contains. The number and type of it I have varied. Choose which one suits your needs.”

The first thing that Tini noticed since then was Winarsih's calm attitude. Sitting holding his bag while throwing a gaze at a stroller who was waiting for the babysitter not far from them sitting. Seeing that, Tini remembered something.

“Whose youngest name, Bu?” tanya Tini tried to start a conversation with Winarsih.

“The youngest and sleeping one, his name is Handaru. Daru's calling. She's almost a year old.” Winarsih looked back at the stroller.

“Name is good,” welcome Tini.

“Thank you, Ma'am.” Winarsih smiled and nodded so gracefully.

Tini instantly felt strange and melted. Though he was also a woman, but looked at his superior wife, Tini like a fall in heart.

“Suketi .. I took this one.” Dean separates the papers whose contents are most appropriate and suitable. “This number is very good. If the fee provision has not changed, your percentage is also good. Can I sign it now?” Dean raised the paper in his hand, hinting for Tini to give him a pen.

“The father turned out to count too,” said Tini, thrusting a pen to Dean.

“The calculation should be. Royal was an option,” Dean said, bowing down on paper to affix the signature. “Lagian, I don't like living too frugal.”

Tini sneered thinly, but her superior wife looked ordinary when she heard her husband say that. Then Tini continued her observation.

Tini's eyes could not be seen how the couple interacted. His eyes moved to look at the faces of the three children who were sitting quietly near their parents. After researching for quite a long time, Tini finally concluded that none of the three children were similar to his mother.

“The youngest looks like his mother for sure,” Tini told Winarsih.

This time the woman grimaced. “No, Ma'am. Similar to his father too,” replied Winarsih.

Tini was o-o-o long when she heard that. It turns out that this chatter dominates in terms of making offspring turns out. Tini sniggered in the heart.

The name of his superior wife is very local, just like his own name. Winarsih's age must still be much younger than her.

One thing that Tini had noticed most prominently from the woman was her attitude when she heard Dean speak. The woman could not see her husband. As if digesting every word her husband said diligently. His gaze implies deep love. It was not the gaze of a mistreated wife at home, Tini thought.

Despite his meek demeanor, Winarsih's steady hand department, effectively very firm. Tini was amazed by the woman. Where did Dean get to know his wife? Or ... where did his wife find Dean?

Is it the same as his friends in the village? Looking for a prospective husband with a certain profession by often eating in front of the office warteg according to the desired profession.

Dean still signed papers for all his children. Winarsih looked down at her husband. From earlier his hand stroked the hair of a toddler that his father put on the sofa.

Tini looked at the appearance of Winarsih closely. So this is how the taste of the chatty, the inner Tini. Looking at Winarsih's smooth skin and her filled body shape and full chest. Tini then smiled. Feeling similar to the woman he is watching.

Dean suddenly lifted his face. All the papers he had signed and his gaze was immediately fixed on Tini who was smiling. Dean then realized what Tini was looking at.

“Suketi ...,” call Dean.

“Ha? Yes, Sir?” Tini looked at Dean. He blinked, just out of his mind.

“Forget about what you just thought. Bede. Not same. Clear? Ti-dak-sa-ma.” Dean scooped up the paper he had just signed and handed it to Tini.

To Be Continued

Today one, yes ....

all day the rain continued and fun rolled with the children. Healthy is always everything :*