TINI SUKETI
138. Asti Delivering Invitation Card

“Please help lift the glass, Yat. Put it on the front desk. One-one take him. Don't pretend to be the steward of the Padang restaurant.” Tini continued to give instructions to Dayat to help him serve food forward.

“Es fruit comes ...,” exciting Dayat with a large glass bowl filled with ice fruit.

“Slow-slow, Yat …. Do not stop talking ‘es fruit come’ follow-up ‘es fruit spilled’ slowly aja way,” said Tini again.

After putting the fruit ice bowl in the middle of the coffee table in front of the television, Dayat let out a long sigh.

“If it was spilled, it wasn't because of my carelessness. But because of Mbak Tini's nagging,” sulk Dayat.

“Makasi, yes, Mr Lawyer Dayat,” Asti said.

“Not yet, Mbak. Here I am better known as Mang Dayat,” Dayat replied, back to the kitchen. Before long he appeared carrying a tray filled with glasses.

“Agak sensitip Mang Dayat I look,” said Mak Robin.

“Maclum, Mak. The helpers of this house are very sensitive. But diligent and his salary is not big. So, it must be understood,” said Tini.

“Sini let me help,” Asti said.

“Not done. Don'tdon't. Just sit. You guys just came to my house this time. So, just relax. All I'm ready,” said Tini. "Udah. Makasi, well, my most handsome brother. You can go up to the second floor to continue your skills," Tini said on Dayat.

"What is Dayat's skill on the second floor?" timpal Mak Robin's.

"Sleep" replied Tini. Dayat had already darted back to his room to resume napping at the end of the week.

“I guess I don't know," said Mak Robin. "Where was boy?” ask Mama Robin.

“Go to the same mini market Mas Wibi,” replied Tini.

“Not buy cooking oil, right?” Mak Robin chuckles.

“Not. I've changed now using castor leaf oil. Mas Wibi shopping snacks for children,” said Tini. “Where is your invitation card, As?” ask Tini.

Asti who was asked immediately took his bag and pulled out several pieces of invitation cards. “This is the official invitation card for Mbak Tini and Mas Wibi. Just sit down and gather. The front desk row is special for my friends in the chicken coop who always accompany my steps and Mas Bayu,” said Asti.

“I'm moved. I guess coming to your prescription I've been wearing a pregnant mother's dress. The link is not yet,” said Tini.

“Aih, the snout of Tini is what makes me routinely consume cucumber juice. That's cool that's what you said. You saw me as an example of life. Less than a long time ago, let alone I was in the child? Sampe tired of himself people say to me first. My mom is also dizzy. Brought my mama to the shaman to throw shit. Not pregnant either. I stopped all the drugs and my efforts with Mr. Robin, only then I became pregnant. I never thought about it again, came Robin.” Mak Robin snorted angrily looking at Tini.

“Well, if possible do not let me and Mas Wibi be mistaken for Akung and Uti our children, Mak. But .. masa, anyway, you were taken to a shaman? Is it a shaman in your place? I, really, don't believe.” Tini sneered at Mak Robin.

“Why do you look like a shaman in my village? Want to learn science?” mak Robin asked as he scooped fruit ice into the glass.

“Nanya aja. Because I don't believe. My mother said first, it's for those who believe aja,” Tini said.

“The shamans in my village are horrified, Tin. Conversing people there said, he said someone can call the spirit of someone who has died,” said Mak Robin. Asti straightened his seat upon hearing that.

“What Yes, Mak?” ask Asti.

“Ah, time, anyway? If I could I would meet. Ask for help in calling the spirit of Hitler. Want to ask what is his grave in Garut?”

“Ah, if that doesn't know me. Mending you're the same as Hitler,” Mak Robin. Tini and Asti giggle at Mak Robin's anger.

They all sat on the rug laid out in the living room. A small sofa that used to be in front of the television, shifted docked to a decorative closet.

Before long, the gate was slid and the sound of Bara guiding Mima to walk was heard approaching.

“Pelan-pelan aja street. This is nyampe. Mima isn't tired? From there on the road. Dad was tired of being hunkered down,” said Bara.

“Newly aja gandeng his son already rich so.” There was a voice of Dijah replying to her husband.

“Ya, already. Carry on,” says Sejah. “It looks like all came. But there was no Wibi car. What go? Tin ...” Sejah arrived at the front door and directly stepped inside. Dul rushed into the house, shouting Robin's name.

“Eh, Bay!” exclaim Bara, greet Bayu who is sitting in the living room alone. The man was seriously struggling with his cell phone.

“Mas,” Bayu said, raising his face and smiling while nodding at Dijah.

“Got to dalem? Join Asti?” tanya Sejah's.

“Still need a little concentration, Ma'am. Later if in the dalem can not consume most laughs,” said Bayu.

“Tuh, right, Mas …. It was rame from earlier. I hurried, he said, relaxing. I missed a lot of news. Here, Mima I carried to Dalem,” said Dijah, taking Mima from Bara's sling.

“I anter to dalem,” said Bara, holding the arm of Dijah with Mima who is still in his carrier.

“Halo, everything …. I'm nganter my wife's son. Budhe .. please next time all stories should be withheld until all guests are complete. Kasian my wife keeps missing stories. I was wronged,” joked Bara, holding the head of the Colonized while thrusting Mima. Apparently Mima did not want to release his embrace from the neck of the father. Colored laughs happily.

“Well, it's not me who doesn't want to. Mima wants the same. That's what I'm here for. I sat in front of Bayu. Later I anterin drink,” said Dijah.

“No talking is important, really. Just talking about Hitler,” said Tini.

“Gosh .. The topic is this heavy, Jah. About Hitler. Then again discuss world war, yes?” ask Bara again.

“Hash the shaman in my village,” said Mak Robin, chimed.

“So, how, can nyampe Hitler?” Bara has not left a group of women who sit while chewing fried food.

“Mbak Tini would like to ask a shaman to call the spirit of Hitler, Mas.” Asti chuckles.

“Yes, geez, Budhe …. I think I'm ahead now, Jah. Bring my drink forward, yeah. The topic is heavy. Uniting Hitler and the shaman. Incredibly budhenya Mima,” Bara said, shaking her head to the living room.

Soon Wibi and Boy returned with a lot of packaging. Some of the snacks were immediately called on the tapestry to accompany Dul and Robin who were chatting just as noisy while playing games.

Tini was talking to Boy in a fiery manner. Encouraging his friend about a new outlet Seempuk Set stack that plans will be reopened.

Bayu, Bara and Wibi have joined and joined in sitting cross-legged on the tapestry. Mima was busy walking to and fro with a pack of snacks that he had been holding since. Wibi was busy teasing Mima who briefly wanted to sit on her lap, but the next minute moved back to Bara's lap.

Some people who are stopping talking, follow the talk of Tini and Boy. “Just you have to pede .. we-we all who are here will always be present to be system .. system ....” Tini was silent with a loud thought. He looked at Wibi. “What is it, Mas? The system-system? That support,” said Tini, looking at her husband.

“Support system? (support system)” asked Wibi, looking at his wife.

“Nah .. yes! Support systems. I almost talked about the sound system. My mom is the best. Cup—cup,” says Tini, putting his lips on Wibi.

Wibi laughs, but returns Tini's distant kiss with her lips together. Asti smiled seeing that. His view had collided with Bayu who also was smiling. The thought of the bride-to-be seemed to have immediately ventured somewhere.

“So, the party's two weeks away, right?” bara asked, looking at Bayu next to her.

Bayu nodded with a faint smile.

“The next week after I party, Mas Boy wants to go to New Zealand,” Asti said.

“Wooow .. cool,” says Tini. "It's really good for the Boy" Tini continued.

“Where? We go for a walk too?” ask Wibi, looking at Tini.

“Uuuhhh, I want—I want. I know what I want the most. Malem later I will sort what Mas want,” said Tini giggled.

To Be Continued