TINI SUKETI
94. Accompanying Father

Dayat cleaned his mother's grave nimbly. “Now the children who clean the tomb is deserted. If it was rame, Mom. I also often find extra snacks here,” said Dayat.

“Iya. Nyari jajan sampe here. It is indeed all the nyekar place of Mother. But I know you're a crazy person. Going here doesn't say anything. Far away here,” Tini scolding while tidying up the white stone on the grave of his mother.

“The name I miss, Ma'am. My memory is the same Mother just want to be taken to the stall. I wait for Mom to come home from work at the door,” said Dayat with a grim look, looking at his mother's belly button with a look of longing.

“What age is the time you left?” ask Wibisono.

“Eight years, Mas. Tini High School Class 3. I'm twelve,” replied Evi.

“Puput not yet born, Mas. Uh, no point yet,” said Dayat, grimacing at their Father. “That's a good thing I'm big, Mas. Try it when you're a kid. Mr. Nyebokin must have used his feet. With his thumb nails, my ass is sore. Rough,” whispered Dayat on Wibi.

Evi who was next to Dayat turned his back when he heard his sister's story. “Your nostalgic story is there nothing better? Pedes ass, midget? Fortunately Mbak Tini was not horrified,” Evi's nagging in whispers.

“I'm horrifying, Vi. But I diem,” said Tini, glancing at his two younger siblings.

“Bapak also heard about the rough thumb, Yat.” Mr. Joko took a glance at Dayat who was crouching at the foot of the grave.

Wibisono did not know what to comment. It was a heartwarming moment and a laughable moment at once. For him, the family is very funny. But everyone speaks with a serious look. He is often confused as to what to comment.

Mr. Joko looked down rubbing his wife's navel. His mouth was praying, his fingers pulling out the small grasses that grew between the rocks.

“I'm home first, Ni. I took Evi and Dayat away from here first. Maybe Tini and her candidate need some time together. I have to secure our two children so as not to spoil the atmosphere,” said Mr. Joko, rising from his position. Dayat and Evi looked at each other, but then stood up. The three of them headed to the car park. Leaving behind Tini and Wibisono who were still squatting next to each other.

"So, I'm not tracking Mas Wibi rene. Mas Wibi kuwi wis ngelamat me, Buk. Rong sasi sing meh teko keko katergane meh rene nglamar karo sisan reception. I'm ora kesuwen to, Buk? Ibuk yo ora kesuwen lek nunggu? Pethuke again saiki, Buk." (Mom, I brought Mas Wibi here. Wibi has laid eyes on me, Mom. Two more months his family wants to come to the reception room. I'm not late, am I? Mom not waiting too late? It's new now, Mom.)

Tini shifted to near her mother's navel. Follow sweeping the navel whose writing has faded it with his palm.

“I miss, Mom. People say, twelve years of the departure of the mother was not felt. But for me it feels so much.” Tini hid her tears. Even though his brothers said that time did not feel rolling. But for Tini, twelve years was hard and difficult for him.

“Hopefully I can squirm from there. Now I have met Mas Wibi. Tomorrow I go back to Jakarta. I have to go to work, Mas Wibi still has business. I say goodbye first,” said Tini in a very slow voice.

Wibisono rubbed Tini's lowered back. He could only comfort Tini by rubbing the woman's back. Saying anything is not enough to represent his feelings. But that light touch, she hoped to calm Tini's heart, if now the woman was no longer alone facing her life.

"Pamit wangsul rumiyin Buk, mugi-mugi mangke kulo mriki malih mpun dados mantu." (Excuse me, ma'am, come again, hopefully already a daughter-in-law.)

Tini stood looking at her mother's grave. The tomb is very far from his village. If only the tomb could be moved closer to their home. If only their village had its own TPU. Ah, if it were that easy, Tini's mind.

After coming from the tomb, they all accompanied Mr. Joko to go to the government bank. They were all curious about what their father would do.

“Which came down the three of us. Ma'am Tini and Mas Wibi wait in the car. It's nothing, right?” evi asked shortly before getting out of the car.

“Nothing, kok,” replied Wibi.

Tini frowned a little curious as to what their Father would do in the bank. The man's money isn't much. His savings were only in the form of books he printed every six months. The man stroked his son by buying basic necessities for the month by spending the money he saved so much. Pak Joko's income is only occasionally if you take part in the payment of tapping rubber.

“Yes, want to take money. Here's his savings book. So what do you want to the bank? Treatment?” Joko looked at Evi's face.

“There is the money?” ask Evi again.

“Yes, no. So who's here to take the money? People's money? There-anya,” murmur Pak Joko again.

“How much, you know, sir. Money from where. Work only occasionally fit can wangsit. The rest at home pamper Puput. Where's the money from? That's what Evi.” means Dayat grimaced after saying that. His father's hand had just moved to his thigh and pinched his thigh quite hard.

“Padala Father has money. Why not get married again? So we could all just calmly leave Mr. No one to take care of. He was almost the same age as my father. Don't be my age. I did not expect Mr. Sesetia this same Mother,” continued Evi anyway.

“The problem is that if you marry again, you do not even have money. Your mother's pension from the office will stop. Where do you think the money you want to take is from? Yeah, money from your mother's teacher's pension. I'm collecting for capital you're all married. This you want to take some for Tini. Know now?" Mr. Joko looked at Evi and Dayat alternately.

“Turnalat Ibu udah PNS. I guess not yet,” muttered Evi.

“Six months before death, Mother of the rapture. The PNS teacher. Yeah, the money makes our needs a little. Not much, but there are. If you marry again. After all, which woman wants to be the same father other than your mother,” said Mr. Joko, looking down at his savings book.

“Many, Sir. My handsome father is like me. If you are not handsome, you cannot want to be the same father. Capital Father, yes it is just that,” said Dayat, grinning to look at his father. Then, Dayat again grimaced because his thigh was pinched by Pak Joko.

“There is a woman who would like you to name Suparni too? Suparni II, is that it? Surely no one wants,” said Mr. Joko with a look of laughter.

“Oalah, fortunately Mbak Tini is not horrified,” said Evi.

Meanwhile, in the car park, Tini has confirmed that the Father and his sisters disappeared into the door of a small bank on the side of the highway. Wibisono parked his vehicle in the corner of the bank yard. And Tini's been seeing that there's no parking around them.

Wibisono is checking his phone. Sometimes he looks back. Seeing that Tini was a little agitated looking around them.

“Gotly stories. Worrying what?” Wibi put her phone back in the middle dashboard drawer, turning her body to look at Tini in the back

“Not squirm anything,” replied Tini.

I am used to joking but not used to lying. That's Tini, he thought. Living in a big city for many years, but has not stripped him of the innocence of thinking while living in the village. His wrong behavior is too obvious.

“You slide sit behind me,” pinta Wibi when you turn to the back seat. One hand extended out asking Tini to shift behind him.

Tini was a little confused but also curious. He obeyed Wibi shifted his seat until he arrived behind the Wibi seat.

“Continue? Want what?” tanya Tini who was indeed confused by the man's intentions.

“Keep forward, hug me from behind. I want to be circumcised here,” said Wibi, pointing to the left cheek that immediately arched the dimple with his smile.

To Be Continued