TINI SUKETI
93. Showoff Plan

It turns out that Mr. Joko bought fish is not responsible. Directly three types of fish with a weight of each kilo. It turned out that the man really intended to entertain guests in his house very special.

In Tini's house there is a small one-door refrigerator. It was late in the afternoon, the brothers sat face to face cleaning the fish and dismembering it to a small size. Evi washes it off and gives acid before putting it into small containers to put in the refrigerator.

“Night later, we fry the same fish make sambel aja. I just cooked rice again.” Tini stood carrying a cutting board and knife to a washing place outside the house.

Evi arranged the boxes of fish into the freezer and returned to follow her brother outside.

“Later to use the services of Bu Atun aja, Mbak. Makeup's good. Medhok. Not expensive either. You can be a calm Javanese bride,” said Evi.

“I want a festive one. Not wanting to calm. If you need to use a carriage kayak painting Nyi Roro Kidul. I'm going to show you, Vi. All my life I've never shown anything. My life in this village is too calm,” said Tini while washing his hands.

“Kalemnya so much, not kalemnya how?” Dayat suddenly appeared behind them while pushing his bike. “You two are talking here, where is Mas Wibi?” tanya Dayat, put down her motorcycle and crouched down next to Tini.

“Mas Wibi said he took a short break in the room. Temptation, Yat,” Tini.

“Oh, again sleeping,” connect Dayat again.

“Iya. Drive alone for five hours. You don't think you're tired?” Tini looked at Dayat.

“I didn't think of anything, really. I just thought, you have to be alone. If the rame cannot. What should be the lap?” Dayat grinned back at his brother's gaze.

“Later your mouth I'm packing salt acid like those fishes,” snatch Tini.

“The party is here, right, Ma'am? The bridal room uses the front room. Mom's bed and closet are still good. If decorated must be beautiful,” said Evi.

“I'm the same Father sleep where?” Dayat chimed in.

“In Puput cage there are still many places. You're in the cage upstairs. I noticed Puput did not like it there,” replied Evi. “We again talked about the bridal room for one malem. You bother to think your eyes aja,” nagging Evi.

Tini chuckled seeing Dayat instantly speechless.

“Just one malem? Don't wear anything that bothers. Ma'am Tini certainly won't be here long. Direct to Jakarta, right?” ask Dayat.

“Although one malem, but it is the culmination point that must be carefully thought out. I don't want any entertainment until midnight. Not his time anymore. Disturbing others. I don't like it,” Tini said.

“Bothering others or bothering you?” Evi patted her brother's shoulder.

“I want a solemn and syahdu bridal night. If necessary I want a special security rental to keep around the room.” Tini laughed again because of her own words.

“Don't forget, Ma'am. Wear single organ,” says Dayat.

“That's sure! It is not possible to use vital organs. Can noisy low bustle my party later,” replied Tini.

The three brothers laughed out loud pushing each other shoulder.

“Ehem!” Wibisono had cleared his throat three times, but no one was aware of his presence. Fourth deham, he pressed harder. As a result, the three brothers fell silent and looked up at him.

“Mas wants to have a drink,” said Wibi, raising an empty glass in his hand.

Tini immediately stood up and wiped her hands onto the negligee. “Mas have long stood there?” tanya Tini took the glass from Wibi's hand.

“New, kok,” replied Wibi smiled.

Dayat and Evi were still laughing outside the kitchen. Tini fills the glass with water from stainless steel kettles. “It's drinking.” Tini thrusting drinking water on Wibi. They were both standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Wibi took the glass from Tini's hand and gulped it down completely. The man then looked at Tini, then slightly bent closer the lips in the ears of his future wife.

“If you really want a security rental, I have an acquaintance outsourcing security.” distributor Wibi re-enforced her body and held back a laugh.

“Oalah, fill me,” said Tini, covering her cheeks with both hands. Wibisono laughed at Tini's reaction.

Outside the kitchen Evi and Dayat sneered. “Isin said. You believe?” evi asked, nudging Dayat with his shoulder.

“If others are talking, I believe. But because of my brother, I don't believe.”

PLAQUES

“I am also your brother,” Evi cetus after patting Dayat's back hard.

***

Monday morning at eight, they were all getting ready to go to the tomb of Bu Suparni, the late wife of Pak Joko and the mother of Tini, Evi and Dayat.

At dawn after waking up, Tini and Evi went around the courtyard and down the shallow valley. They plucked flowers and pandans to mix them into sprinkles on their mother's grave.

Wibi got into the car first. The man invites Mr. Joko to sit next to him on their journey. The neighbors came back out when they heard the sound of a car engine running. However, again they could not see what kind of future husband Tini who came from the city.

Before getting into the car, Dayat had whispered to his brothers. “Mbak Tini should be diligent in breathing exercises from now on.”

“Why?” tanya Tini and Evi together.

“Mas Wibi does not snore. Yesterday malem I slept next to him even a henchman. Though I was ready to use the head set,” whispered Dayat.

“Wah, said Mas Wibi if so. Tie your mouth with rubber from now on, ma'am. Counting the exercise,” Evi's message, pat her brother's back then get in the car.

Tini grimaced and got into the car. He sat behind Mr. Joko and could see Wibi's face from the side. Why does everything from that guy feel too good for her? It's getting more and more inferior. What would happen if Wibi was shocked while sleeping next to him later.

The journey to Bu Suparni's tomb is almost half an hour. It is indeed very far away because it is the only public cemetery in the district.

“The real intention. Don't get me wrong again,” Pak Joko's message from behind his children.

“I never mausoleum, kok.” Dayat from the front.

“That's Mbak Tini,” Evi said.

“Yes, that's why the tomb was cleared. The writing on the navel is not clear but no one really wants to. Though all of you can come here often,” replied Tini, defending yourself.

Wibisono smiled remembering the story of Tini who had wronged the tomb while on a pilgrimage to his mother's place.

After a winding road, they finally arrived at a tomb whose stone color had indeed faded. Dayat immediately cleaned their mother's grave. Mr. Joko sat wiping his wife's navel many times. The man smiled.

“Ni .. I came to bring our future ghost,” said Mr. Joko.

To Be Continued