TINI SUKETI
87. Cokro Village (1)

Before starting the trip to the village of Cokro, Tini and her two younger siblings were dossier-kusuk behind the car. The trip to their hometown will take approximately five hours by car if taken non-stop. Evi had torn a packet of anti-travel hangover drugs, and Dayat was holding a small bottle of mineral water. All of that for Tini.

“You already want to poison me,” Tini said as she took a sip of the anti-drunk medicine.

Despite a small protest, Tini finally managed to gulp the medicine without any problems.

The journey began and before driving his car from the front of the hotel, Wibi gave his jacket to Tini to be held captive. He said, “I don't have a little pillow in the car. This time the trip was a long way to bring the family. So, put this on first, yeah. Next time I buy a pillow for you.”

Attention is simple. But it seems to have managed to eliminate half of Tini's drunken journey. Tini was able to open her eyes in the first hour of the trip.

Evi stayed behind Wibi's seat driving. The girl enjoyed the view all the way. His eyes are also sleepy because of the speed of the car and the roar of AC. But he felt sorry for sleeping and missed an experience that he did not get every day.

While Dayat, is demonstrating new things that Wibisono taught him. Connecting his mobile device to car audio with bluetooth. The young man played his favorite songs to sing along the way. Almost all popular songs from neighboring countries sung. As a result, the trip was more like a trip from Kuala Lumpur to Malacca.

Tini was disturbed because her eyes had started to stumble. But because seeing Wibisono seemed to enjoy, he undoes the intention to stuff his sister's mouth with a tissue. Fortunately, Dayat's energy did not last long enough. The young man collapsed after an hour and a half of processing his vocal which was quite alarming.

Depart at six in the morning, making the trip feel faster. Before lunchtime, Evi had already patted Dayat's mouth open.

PLAQUES

“What's the day what?— Dayat raked his face.

“There is a monument of Cokro Village. You know the history?” goda Evi on Dayat who dyed while rubbing his eyes.

“Tau. It's a monument to the struggle to remember the hero who was strafed by bullets at a crossroads. The monument is also a sign for me,” murmured Dayat.

“What sign?” ask Evi.

“My sign has returned to my true nature. The dream has ended. And my entertainment goes back to the patrol post and an old guitar,” Dayat said, staring into the straight streets that led them home.

“But that guitar makes you known as the most romantic young man in Cokro Village. Don't forget,” timpal Tini who just straightened his body.

“I don't think I woke up again,” murmured Dayat, looking at Tini from the rearview mirror. He immediately distanced his body from the seat occupied by Tini because he saw his brother had gritted his teeth.

“This left-hand street, Mas. Turn straight, ” said Dayat, showing the road a few meters ahead of them.

The road to Tini's alley still filled the banana garden on his right side. On the left there are three shophouses facing the highway. Dayat said the shophouse had just been built a few months ago and was still empty.

“Kok, which is not built here shophouses all?” tanya Tini, pointed at the stretch of banana garden on their right.

“Maybe the price is not suitable yet, Ma'am. Tau himself if Mbah is stingy how.” Evi said while looking at the banana trees on his right side.

“So you take aja?” asked Wibisono, looking at Tini.

“Iya. I take a little to cook fish or make cakes. At most one midrib. I once asked to be angry. My overall. Same banana leaves are stingy. I think his death will be wrapped in a banana leaf,” Tini, defend himself while looking at Wibisono who laughs.

“Life in the village helped hone the unique science of survival, Mas. But that banana field is now also a because-" legend"

PLAQUES

One pat on Dayat's thigh, which Evi had just aired, managed to silence the young man's mouth. "You kalem? Want to relax, not a lot of talk? What was that? Slither?" evi's nagging at her sister in the form of a whisper.

Tini's memories flew to six years ago. About utilizing banana plants belonging to senile limping parents. Mbah who claimed to have been involved in the Vietnam war, but too stingy if asked to leave the banana two-sheet item for cooking. Because of his accuracy, Tini prefers to loot without permission.

“In front there, we turn left, Mas.” Dayat again gave a warning to Wibisono who drove the car casually. Dayat's left hand poked Tini's shoulder as he turned to the alley on the right. A few meters before the alley of their house, there are two alleys that are located opposite. The two alleys are a turning point in Tini's life. Coki's house alley on the left, and Siti Kusmini's house alley on the right.

“That's Mr Paijo! That's Mr Paijo!” peekik Tini from the car. The man that Tini meant was riding his motorcycle in front of them. It seems like the man is piggybacking on his customer who is one of Tini's neighbors.

“Who is Pak Paijo?” ask Wibisono, slow down the speed of his vehicle.

“Sohibnya Mbak Tini, Mas. The base motorcycle taxi driver at the intersection,” replied Evi also looked forward.

"His spirit is anti-mainstream," teased Wibisono, glancing at Tini.

"Until this second, only Mr. Paijo hasn't let me down. You're on process, Mas." Tini held back her smile as she said that. Wibi again swept Tini's head with a small smile. Dayat and Evi behind swept each other's heads and giggled.

“Itu Mas, our home on the right.” Dayat pointed to the house he had left for some time.

Their house has no fence. In front of the house there was only a tea-tea plant that was as tall as an adult. The plant extends to cover the front of the house and curved behind the living room window, until the terrace of the house is quite protected. Every guest who comes, must pass through the front window of Dayat's room and his father. Their motorcycles are usually parked on the terrace of the house every night.

Tini's heart pounded slightly as Wibisono stopped the car outside the hedges. From inside the car he saw Mr. Paijo lowering his passengers and staring in wonder at the car.

“I went down first, Mas,” Tini said, jumping out of the car with the intention of greeting Mr. Paijo first.

“Pak!” exclaim Tini, approaching Pak Paijo. “Pripun kabare Pak?”(How are you, sir?)

Tini stretched out her hand to shake hands. Mr. Paijo took a few seconds to recognize Tini who had not met him for a long time.

To Be Continued