TINI SUKETI
99. Wake Plans

“I want to help Dayat first, Mas. It feels like my heart is calmer if I manage to finance Dayat with my own efforts. After all, there was a sense of satisfaction when I knew I could make their lives better. Mmmm ... why? Mas Wibi object?” tini asked, stopping her activities for a moment and looking at Wibi.

From behind the bolster he held, Tini saw Wibisono shake his head. "No, no objection. I met you while you were working for your family. You have also not moved in Agus' office anymore. Uh, I mean, you're not moving to an insurance company anymore. So for me there's no problem. If you are tired, you can stop at any time. And as long as we get married later, I will often go back and forth Surabaya – Jakarta. You don't mind, do you?” Wibisono again asked his future wife.

Tini shakes. “Neg. But sometimes I can come, right?”

Wibi laughing. “Boleh—certainly can,” says Wibisono. “I'm going to the hotel soon. There's been an appointment with the property guy. So ... Mumpung no one yet, can I ask for a hug?” Wibisono spread his hands on Tini.

Tini half crawled closer to the edge of the small bed in her room. He sat on the floor feeling Wibisono's arms around his neck and head. He put his cheek on the pillow and closed his eyes. For a moment they were silent. Wibisono kissed his head and rubbed his back very soothingly.

“Why not eat first?” ask Tini when Wibi will say goodbye.

“I've been chasing the promise of his property people. Later if it is pushed back again, even longer is finished. If followed, I would rise from that bed. Can bablas overslept,” says Wibi.

“Be careful. Later tell me,” said Tini standing in the doorway, not changing clothes.

“Iya. Tomorrow I'll take you home. That's why you have someone coming home. Who calls you ‘Bunda’. You don't call him ‘Dad’ yes,” said Wibisono chuckled.

“Where is it from? He is suitable to be called Budhe,” said Tini also chuckled. Hearing Tini's reply, Wibisono's laughter grew louder.

Across the room, Boy was opening the door of his room while throwing a suspicious look at Tini. He felt that Tini must be talking about it. Just four days invited to meet the family of her future husband, Tini could be whispering immediately.

“Ya, already. I go,” said Wibisono, pulling Tini's face and kissing her forehead.

Across the room, Boy looked up at the scene. He then rubbed his own forehead.

“Be careful,” reset Tini gently. His hand was still holding Wibisono's hand and had not yet let go.

“Iya. You clean up first. It is divided by temen.” Wibisono slightly ruffled Tini's hair before leaving the boarding house.

Tini stared at the man's back and disappeared behind the fence. Then Tini's gaze quickly turned towards Boy's window. His eyes narrowed when he saw Boy's door again tightly closed. Tini rushed into her room and looked for a snack that Wibi had bought for the residents of the boarding house.

Without saying anything, Tini lifted the two large packs of snacks towards the window of Boy's room. He does not exclaim. Just called for the word ‘for you’ without a sound.

It doesn't take long. Boy's room door immediately swung open and the man walked out with a contemptuous look.

“This is a gift for me? Why the crackers? My jaw can't stand the hard-hitting,” said Boy with a smug look. He pulled out a plastic chair and sat in front of Tini's room.

“If you don't want to let me handle it to the others. Tie it to people who say it is better to be horrified,” said Tini.

“I, right, don't refuse. Just saying that,” said Boy, reached out his hand asking for a snack held by Tini. “Who are you doing in the bedroom? It must be delicious,” said Boy.

“I, right, just talking. Don't tell me you're rich,” said Boy.

“Choose, irresponsible people talk. This ngelesmu. I used to think about Heru, you guys think I really want to be with him too.”

“No want?” Boy asked back.

“Ya, would. If Heru is single and wants to be with me, I don't want to. The problem is that Heru, right, doesn't want to be the same as me. Heru has a family. I appreciate Heru. I'm amazed, but that doesn't mean I want to be an actor. In my life, Heru was the first man who could speak very politely and take my words seriously. Heru opened my mind about real life. Heru never made me a joke. Until whenever I'm going to want it, Boy.” Tini spoke half-switchingly.

The sound of a motorcycle entering the yard. Tini and Boy both turned to the origin of the voice. “Eh, Tini! Did you go home? How is Surabaya shaped?” Robin arrived on his motorcycle.

“You can see on the shape map how,” replied Tini, looking at Mak Robin who carries a lot of plastic groceries from his motorbike. “Shopping? I guess go with Robin's father,” Tini greeting.

“New home foya-foya. I was bored when I was in my room with no friends. Mr. Robin again chasing the target of the balloons can go home.” Mak Robin went to her room and opened the door. When the door opened, he did not enter. He just threw all his groceries on the bed.

“Oh, yes, briefly. I went to Dalem to take a snack that Mas-ku bought for you.” Tini got up from the chair and returned shortly afterwards with a snack. “This is for Asti,” said Tini, thrusting part of Asti on Boy.

It turns out that the one just talked about came. Asti got off the bike Bayu and immediately waved at Tini. The woman talked for a moment with her lover, and before long Bayu honked his horn for parting.

“So seriously, what's talking?” greet Asti.

“This is your part,” said Tini, thrusting a package of snacks on Asti. “I'm opening Boy's mind with words. Later if not powerful, I do not use crowbar,” said Tini again sat down.

Asti saw a new snack offered by Tini. “Makasi, yes, Mbak. Though busy again, but still want to buy this,” said Asti.

“Well, this is Boy.” Tini patted Boy's knee. “The words of this Asti relieve my fatigue. More sweet and good to be heard. But unfortunately the world population can not get rich Asti all his talk. If Asti were all rich, there would be no war. Gun factory will close all.” Tini laughed patting Asti on the shoulder.

“Ulah! Let the boy with his thoughts. Which part of my snack? I belom dapet,” said Mak Robin impatiently.

Tini gives Mak Robin's share, then hands the rest in the plastic to Boy. “This is Dara's part. Later contact him,” message Tini on Boy.

“Stories, Ma'am. How to tell Surabaya,” pinta Asti enthusiast.

Tini just shifted her seat, but she felt her phone vibrate. Quickly Tini reached into the pants pocket.

“I'll answer the phone first. This is Temon and his grandmother calling,” said Tini then shifted the phone screen.

To Be Continued