TINI SUKETI
95. Seriously Time

Tini's heart was pounding incoherently. Adrenaline is like being pumped. Thumping as it leaned its body welcomed Wibi's hand that waved from the front. Also thumping for fear of the parking attendant or his family getting out of the bank.

With everything she had given an excuse in her head, Tini leaned over. His two hands greeted Wibi's hand which waved backwards from the two sides of the seat. The man smiled looking at her from the rearview mirror. When their hands touched, Wibi laughed a little while pulling her hands closer.

“Sun cheek me, dong. I again need the spirit,” pinta Wibi, tilted her head to the left so that Tini can reach her.

Just kiss the cheek, Tini thought. It won't be long. Without thinking any longer, Tini also tilted her head to the left and slightly got up from her seat. The cup! Tini landed a light kiss on Wibisono's left cheek.

Despite the light kiss, her knees were already feeling weak. It seems like he is getting older. Just like that, but he's helpless.

“Current. One more thing,” pinta Wibisono back chuckling.

“Let's someone squirm,” said Tini a little worried. Two of his hands were restrained around Wibisono's neck from behind the driver's seat.

Wibi then releases Tini's right hand and slightly shifts her seat to the left. His left hand still held Tini's left hand and placed that hand on his stomach. He saw Tini's face was blushing and increasingly wrong behavior. The woman who wanted to hire the security to guard her bridal room, turned out to be blushing just because it touched her stomach. Wibi became more and more excited about teasing his future wife.

“I can squirm if Mr. Dateng. I also wanted to be a little affectionate. Tomorrow we go to Jakarta. You must be busy and I am busy. There are two houses around the Bara house that property agents want to show. If the house is okay, I buy it right away. Let me put the car there. I got back on the plane. Nothing yet, I've been billed for a big family meeting. He said two more months it wasn't long.” Wibi took a deep breath and ignored him. His two hands rubbed Tini's left hand which was on top of his stomach.

While Tini, rested her chin on the seat back near Wibi's shoulder. Wibi's voice was very sweet in her ears. All the things the man said were about them. Wibi's plans for their lives.

“Because we are far apart .. All-use transfer only, it's okay, right, Tin?” wibi asked, shifting her seat and looking at Tini's face which was two centimeters from her nose.

“Nothing, Mas.” Tini was a little confused because suddenly Wibi's distance was so close. He was worried that she was not fragrant, not beautiful, and worried that Wibi would see small bruises on her cheeks. Although not much, but it's enough to make him inferior.

Wibi twisted her body. Pulling Tini's arm closer and kissing the woman's lips. It seems like more and more kissing with Tini, making the activity even more missed.

They leaned on each other's bodies. Kissing from the front and back seats. Wibi rubbed Tini's arm gently. Bringing the arm up to his neck and staying there for a moment. The morning kiss was long enough.

Wibi deliberately did not close her eyes for too long. He knew that Tini must have been swept away. At the very least, one of them had to remain conscious in order to see the circumstances. Stealing a kiss in between solid time with family, it turns out to be a challenge.

Wibisono let go of their kiss. As his eyes caught the figure of Mr. Joko coming out of the glass door of the bank. Wibi took the time to put her cheek back, asking for a bonus kiss.

The trip that day was a relief for all members of the Tini family. Mr. Joko is relieved that he now holds the cash he plans to use to buy paint, boards and plywood to fix the rooms at home. In the waiting room earlier, the man had already told Evi and Dayat his plans.

Wibisono spent one last night at Tini's house. That day Wibi forced Tini not to cook. He brought his future wife's family to eat at a large restaurant in the city center.

In the evening when Tini was in the kitchen preparing fried rice seasoning for the morning, Wibisono came to see him.

“Udah finished? I want something,” said Wibi.

“Udah—udah,” sahut Tini, save a small bowl of spices into the refrigerator. “What is it, Mas? I'm deg-degan. I don't want to say the macems, do I? I was worried that Mas Wibi changed his mind after seeing my family,” Tini said with a face that did show concern.

“You, what, by the way, Tin? I'm 36 years old. Come on, let's talk in the back. Dayat watching tv, Father in the room, Evi also in the room. And Puput kanya already sleeping,” beber Wibisono as complete as about all family members in the house.

Although Tini the host there, but that time Wibisono who led Tini to the back. Attract small rings and pieces of wood as their base sits. Their backs are against the outside wall of the kitchen on the right.

“Mas, what to say?” tanya Tini was impatient. He tilted his body holding Wibi's knees bent next to him.

“I want nanya. What do you want as a dowry?” Wibi wrapped her hands around Tini's shoulders.

“Ha? A dowry? I don't think macem-macem, Mas. I thought he was married,” said Tini. “Eh, I mean, I thought of getting married. No macem-macem.” Tini fixed her speech.

“You ask for anything, as long as I can, I keep it. For a house in Jakarta, I bought my own money. My travel efforts have been more than ten years. To marry a woman is enough. Although not excessive, I exist, Tin. You don't have to feel bad. What do you want?” ask Wibisono again.

Tini thought. What he wanted most all this time. The hill behind Coki's house which is located just behind the front neighbor's house? Land that ramps up to the back of the shophouse on the side of the road. Hear-heard the price of the permeter hasn't gone up, but it could be hundreds of millions. About ... four hundred million? Five hundred million? Wibi had to spend that kind of money just for the dowry? Tini shakes. He should know himself.

“Tere all By. The Mas Wibi. I accept anything. Mas Wibi has accepted me as I am, I am grateful.” Tini hugged her future husband's knee under a five-watt yellow light bulb. He rested his chin at the top of Wibi's knee and smiled sincerely looking at the man.

“What aja?” ask Wibi to make sure.

“What aja, Mas. What I have received.”

To Be Continued