TINI SUKETI
8. The Beginning of the Night World

Tini was restless all day in her room. He's worried about his new job with the Warni this afternoon. He is also worried about Mak Robin who will definitely ask him where to go. The sound of Robin crying in the next room made Tini feel even more nervous. And the highlight of his nervousness was a loud knock on the door of his room. A thin, tenuous board that can reflect sunlight if it is too hot outside, looks vibrating.

“Mbak Tini ...,” call Warni.

For a moment, Tini nodded. The colorful voice sounded similar to Evi who was calling out to him. A feeling of longing, flashed in his heart. Evi, Dayat, what are you doing? Hopefully until I die, you'll never know what I've been doing all this time. Tini turned her room key and exited by putting on a haughty look. The more days he liked the reaction of people as he put on that shitty look. People, especially men, no one calls him naughty and disgusting.

“It's done? Yuk,” invite Warni. That afternoon the Warni looked so fresh with slick makeup. It was seen that the woman was already used to applying makeup on her face.

“Mbak Warni, does it hurt?” tanya Tini looked at her colorful stomach.

“Sick, but life goes on till it dies. Already, quickly close your room door,” pinta Warni.

“So you came with him too, Tini?” mak Robin's carrying her son.

“Let him check the waves first, Mak. Go ahead or not, it's up to him. I do not sell Mbak Tini, kok.” Warni.

“Ya, already. Be careful, Tini. Take good care of yourself. Do not rape people. Don't let you go back to the village bunting pulak,” added Mak Robin.

When he heard that, Tini only nodded. If you do not think of shame like Siti Kusmini who easily decided to get pregnant out of wedlock first, maybe she and Coki will get married in the same way.

At six in the afternoon, the big city was already dark. He was asked to get ready faster. The density of highways, makes their vehicles propagate. In the taxi they were riding in, Tini was silent. Everything looks foreign. The ranks of skyscrapers, the vehicles that crowded the streets, the merchants on the side of the road, even the Warni who sat next to him holding a mobile phone, was still very foreign.

Just before seven o'clock in the evening, the taxi that Tini and Warni were riding in, arrived in front of the portal into a four-star hotel. Tini knew the hotel was four-star from under the name of the hotel featuring a row of four stars.

The hotel is huge. And Warni asked the taxi driver to keep driving until they arrived next to the hotel. The side door of the hotel was also very large.

“Mbak Tini relax. Don't be so stiff. Don't let anyone know that Madam Tini is the new kid here. The karaoke at this hotel does not belong to any other businessman. All management is under the hotel. Come on, let's go in. I'll tell you the ins and outs here.” Warni wrestled Tini's arm like inviting her into her house.

The color is so relaxed. Tini took a step on the floor covered with thick carpet dampening the sound of knocking on the floor. Without the sound of heel feet knocking on the granite floor, the hallway was very quiet. Warni continued to step with Tini, until they arrived at the end of the hall and turned to the right.

That night Tini wore tight blue jeans in her village became a trend. The blue color of the impression of fade and belel and thread fibers like bangs on the wrists of the pants. For her tops, Tini wore a long-sleeved machine knitting sweater. He does not yet have high shoes, as the Warni wears. His face was still glistening because of Kelly's powder. This looks very contrasting. Especially, when Warni invites him through a room that is around glass.

“That female why sit a ram-rame kayak in a jar?” Tini gawked, looking at the L-shaped sofa that surrounded the contents of the glass room with women of various shapes in it.

“That's the name of the aquarium girl. You will also sit there,” Warni said. “Before Mbak Tini enters the room, here I briefing first.” Tini is dragged to a very small room that contains only a large glass and some plastic stools.

“How does it work? My clothes are like gini, is it okay?” tanya Tini with a clumsy face.

“Nothing. You will be able to follow the rhythm here. Denger me first,” Warni said.

“Iya, I'm danger.” Tini nodded. Looks like he managed to transmit his nervousness to Warni. Because the woman was in her early 30s, holding both hands of Tini.

“Before two five,” reply Tini.

“Still virgin?” ask the color again.

A very interesting question for Tini, but it seems to have been a common question asked there. Tini shook her head weakly.

“Not a virgin, huh? Definitely the disappearance of a girlfriend taken for free. Stupid, hell, you. Mending for sale, you can buy a car immediately. Moreover, susumu gede,” said Warni, poking Tini's chest casually. “But, yes, already. Then I don't have to worry because it plunged the innocent village girl. I want to get tips while here. If you can follow my way, you will not be tired.” The color looks exhausted. He who was standing while looking in the mirror, immediately pulled the bench and sat down.

“What's the way?” ask Tini. He is really interested in the words do not need to be tired. Tini won't whore. In his shadow, accompanying the rich fathers singing in the room and being given money, the technicality must have been very simple.

“This karaoke place at once esek-esek, Tin. For customers who like the woman who accompanies him, they can immediately make a deal. But there are also those who are just friendly in the KTV room. Macems. From KTV there is a salary per day, but not much. Guests who come, usually taken through the glass room, then choose which woman will accompany him. The biggest, usual tips from satisfied customers. If you are good at talking, you can dredge the money of the old bandot,” beber Warni. He wiped a little sweat on his forehead.

“Mbak Warni is sick,” said Tini, looking at the face of Warni who was a little pale.

“I really want to go home. Meet mom. I'm here including the senior. Well, I want you to follow my way. Accompany old man, Tin.” After knowing the age of Tini, Warni changed to release the designation ‘Mbak’ on Tini.

“Typically, young aquarium women, do not want old nemenin. He said it stinks of wind oil. In fact, the old nemenin was more relaxed. They are lazy to make things. Just be held in the arms. The burrow was not erect for long either. Holding for a moment meleyot. Smeek. You sing while wiping, must be packed with tips passable.” Warni sighed, looking satisfied with her explanation.

“Sap-rubber what?” ask Tini. He has not been too familiar with how to deal with old bandots like the Warni narration just now.

“Usap-rubber what? Idaho, Tin. Keep you doain.” Warni. “Yes, birds. Hold on, it's okay. You don't need to be fucked. No need to be tired of being young. They promise not to macem. His hands like to go everywhere. Trust me,” Warni said convincingly.

After giving a briefing to Tini, Warni stood in front of the aquarium room as if waiting for something.

“Who are we waiting for?” ask Tini.

“Customer, Tin. Old man wants to die, but not stingy. I want to leave this old man to you. I want to go home. He is not neko-neko. So old, if the road is long. You can smoke a cigarette while waiting for him to walk from the bathroom to the sofa. Safe anyway,” added Warni.

And just like what Warni had said, a middle-aged woman wearing a neat suit and a skirt along the knee, walked with a thin-bodied old man whose all hair had turned white.

Previously imagined the old man was only old at the age, but his appearance was not too old. But, it turns out, the father was really old. Grandfathers, whose burial grounds may have been ordered by his children.

“Pak Alie!” exciting Warni. “I say goodbye, yes. Like I said yesterday. This is Tini, my friend. Can you believe. She's a good country girl,” Warni said smilingly.

“Be careful. Real life,” said Mr. Alie, his hands looking up at the neat woman next to him. The woman took out an envelope that was definitely filled with money, when viewed from its shape. “Take,” said Mr. Alie, thrusting the envelope on Warni.

“You,” said Mr. Alie looking at Tini. “Cute me.” Mr. Alie twisted his body and limped towards another passageway.

To Be Continued