TINI SUKETI
135. Mr. Dayat Menguntar

On Saturday morning, Bara had just walked into the house from taking Mima for a walk on her push bike. The female toddler had not yet taken a shower and Dul accompanied them by a bicycle in the back.

“Walah .. Just a short walk. His face was red. Mima whines no, Mas?” tanya Sejah, lifted Mima off her bike.

“Which may be his father's way, Mima whines.” Bara smiled looking at Mima who was writhing in rage.

“Dul directly shower, yes. The towel I put in the back bathroom. Let Mima can shower in her bucket in the middle bathroom.” Sejah exclaimed at Dul who entered the house in a hurry bathed in the morning sun sweat.

While composing Dul's bike and Mima's bike back to his place, Samar can be heard singing with a guitar from a distance.

“Who's ngamen, Mas? Is this complex already able to enter the busker?” He walked over to the fence and opened the door out of curiosity.

“Maybe people play guitar at home by themselves, Jah,” Bara said. It seems that it is impossible for buskers to enter the housing complex.

After clearing the carport, Bara heard Dijah laughing. “What, Jah?” He immediately rushed out of the fence to see the direction of his wife's view.

“It turns out that Tini's sister, Mas. That dayat. Next to Dayat, Tini's father. Today is Dayat Dateng. Tini already ranting from yesterday,” said Dijah.

“Gosh ... that's the most normal way to meet Tini family like,” Bara said, smiling amusedly. “Mas Wibi will be more entertained,” he added again.

“Ho’oh, bener. Tini ngomel actually same ngomel joking no difference. Mas Wibi must have been accustomed to the horrors of Tini and his sisters said,” said Dijah.

“Ayo—ayo, login. The sun is starting to rise. Daddy's girls will get hot,” said Bara, putting each of her palms on top of the heads of Dijah and Mima.

Meanwhile, Tini who was tidying her hair hurriedly in front of the glass, immediately held the arm of Wibi who wanted to leave the room.

“Mas, the Dayat outside must have been sent to Jakarta. I'll definitely take a few days. He said he wanted to see the Dayat campus. It's okay, isn't it, Mom? Not for long, though. I'm also not good if you stay here. Mas know yourself Mr. how,” said Tini warning Wibi before the man was surprised to see the arrival of his family.

“Nothing, really. Why are you thinking about me? Have I ever objected all this time? I know how Father. But I never took care of Mas, Tin. His name is parents must be different. You because you haven't seen the Father. If at home doyannya wear sarong continues. Each chat with anyone, while continuing to roll the sheath up. We're all worried that the scabbard can pile up in all the chests. What if that was it? Can you shadow?” Wibi makes a funny face look at Tini.

Tini digested Wibi's words for a moment, then laughed out loud. In his mind he actually imagined his father-in-law talking to a neighbor with his entire sheath stacked on his chest and his subordinates wearing only underwear.

So long Tini laughed, Wibi to the extent of patting his arm. “Udah? I think you really shadow His Father Mas. That Dayat has entered the second song,” said Wibi, reminded.

“Oh, yes. Dayat!” tini exclaimed, dragging Wibi's arm out of the room and towards the living room.

Outside the fence.

“What other song, sir? One song did not make Mama Tini out of the house. Are we at the wrong house? Later I have sung one album Bung Rhoma, tau-tau wrong house.” Dayat looked into the fence.

“One more song is definitely out,” advice Pak Joko.

Jreeeng Jreeeeng Jreeeng

Hmmm …. Hmmmm

You are ... happy and my creed.

You are .. happy for my suffering too.

“Udah—, berenti. I open the door,” exclaimed Tini after the living room door opened.

“Wah, Mas Wibi. Sorry to interrupt his weekend off. One of the best young men from Cokro Village has arrived stepping on the capital,” said Dayat, lowering his guitar and immediately shaking Wibisono's hand.

“Come, login. The heat outside. Why not just hit the bell?” wibi asked, holding onto Mr. Joko's shoulder and taking him in through the front door.

“Picking bell? Too ordinary, Mas.” Dayat cengesan enter the house.

“Come in first, sit down and drink. The journey here is far. The grumbling can be later. Make a drink first,” pinta Wibi on Tini.

“Mas Wibi is the best,” said Dayat, widening his smile even more.

Wibisono put the Innate Dayat in the living room and took his in-laws and brother-in-law directly to the dining room. “Definitely haven't had lunch, right. We eat together. I'm a laper, right, sir?” Wibisono pulled out two seats for Pak Joko and Dayat.

"Makasi, Nak Wibi," said Mr. Joko, sitting in a chair and looking at Tini's new small and shiny kitchen.

Tini stood in front of the kitchen set making her brother and father drink cold. Dayat has not sat down. The young man was circulating his gaze throughout the kitchen. His forehead looks cringing.

“Ngeliat what?” ask Wibi to her brother-in-law.

“Why do I feel like a giant kayak in this kitchen. What do I feel? Is the youth of the village of Cokro higher than most youth in the capital?” Dayat approached the kitchen table and tried to duck. “Kan, really. I'm taller,” murmured Dayat.

Wibisono.

Tini lifted her drink tray to the dining table. “Udah, Yat. Here you. Drink first let you realize.”

Dayat approached the dinner table and took a glass of syrup. After sipping half a glass of cold drink, he turned his head around. “Nothing has changed. I'm taller now,” lirih Dayat.

“Not consciously also turned out. That kitchen set was made according to my height. From earlier didiemin instead of being aware of himself,” replied Tini.

“Waaaah,” murmured Dayat with a stunned look. Repeating his gaze swept over every corner of the kitchen.

“Eat now, yes, Tin. Mas laper,” says Wibi.

Dayat immediately stood up from his seat. “I helped Ma'am Tini,” said Dayat.

"Sit down. Kan, new nyampe," prevent Wibi, look at Dayat.

“Nothing, Mas. Was ordinary. Let food get into the esophagus more smoothly without accompanying lectures,” clearly Dayat is still grim.

Wibi then turned her eyes to Mr. Joko. “Where, Sir? Whose sack was left at home?” tanya Wibi started her conversation with Mr. Joko.

Hearing the name Puput called, it was more refreshing for Mr. Joko than drinking a glass of cold syrup water.

“Puput Mr. tepip at home temen. The house is indeed a chicken-chicken daycare for the owner who is traveling,” explained Mr. Joko.

“Wah, cool. Some kind of chicken hotel?" ask Wibi. Joko sir nodded happily. "Before you leave Puput, what are the records as well? What time and how?” ask Wibi with a serious look.

“Ya, clear. You have written complete. You wrote that the puput did not like to wake up too early. So leave him in the cage until the sun is a little high. Food should not be sown in the ground. Puput prefers when it is packed with a base. Plastic plates are okay too. Don't plate the zinc because the Puput don't like the sound. Can be surprised by him,” explained Mr. Joko.

“Unik also si Puput,” sahut Wibi.

“Biasalah, teen chicken. There are many wants to be obeyed. Eating cozy. Never been left. But if you go, I like to forget to go home. You want to see what he can be as independent as,” said Mr. Joko.

Wibi nodded in understanding.

In front of the stove, Tini heats the vegetables and Dayat holds a bowl. The brothers stood side by side.

“Take, Yat. I don't know who's weird. Kok, yo, could-can face Mas Wibi as serious as it is horrified about the adolescence Puput,” sniff Tini.

“I even felt that Father was talking to me again. Not Puput,” sahut Dayat, grimacing.

To Be Continued