TINI SUKETI
2. Limping

Coming home from the factory, Tini has not dared to go directly to his house. Chef promised to pick Tini up that afternoon. The skin of his face that began to greasy, back he clapped powder. Even a light-colored oily lipstick, he smeared once again. Tini was preparing for a weekly night with her lover.

Almost half an hour Tini was sitting under a series tree, when the sound of a motor exhaust that could crack a baby's eardrum was heard slowly approaching. A moment later, Cheki emerged from the road next to the factory approaching him.

The motorcade looks very skinny. Just like the owner. Initially the bike came from the showroom with a fat body. However, a few days under the care of the Chef, his bike was like a pressure. His body was stripped until only two wheels were left.

“Ayo, home. Abis nganter you I still have needs. Can't take long. Want to squirm cattle in the next village.” The chef did not get off the bike. The skinny man just sat on the bike justifying the location of his hat. Blue jeans whose color has faded deliberately torn on the knee to add to the impression of sangar. But the impression failed. There is, Chef instead looks like a gem.

“Nothing can't say for long. Why do the cattle in the village next to sampe have to be ignored? Is there anything weird? I also want to be invited once in a while. Come!” Tini immediately spread her legs up into the splint. The feeling has been bad these few days. Chefs are always in a hurry every time they are together.

“This is serious about coming?” asked Chef from the front, he started to drive his bike.

“Ya, yes. I want to come with.” Tini wrapped her hands tightly around Chef's thin waist.

Chef drove his motorbike that sounded like a tractor drove towards the big road, and continued towards the next village he said. From the top of the piggy bank, Tini's head was in a daze looking for a house or plantation intended by his lover. Where are the farm animals referred to by the Chef. The motor drove for ten minutes through the trees. In and out of the village housing area is located rarely, but Coki also does not stop.

Tini's fidgeting. The village did not seem to be the destination of the man who was piggybacking on him. Chef was impressed just to take him around in circles.

“In front there is home, we stop first.” Tini patted Chef's shoulder gently, then pointed at a house whose courtyard was spacious.

“You what?” ask Coki.

“Yes, here, where are you going? Not clear!” sergeant Tini. “Where do you see cattle? I did not see any cattle. All poultry. You said all this time help the livestock in this village. Did the chicken and duck give birth? Not nelur anymore?” Tini nagged from behind Chef's back.

“You're always this stuff. Yeah, had. Let's just go home. The longer we seem to be less suitable,” said Coki, stopping his motorcycle.

Tini was silent. This is the bad feeling since yesterday. He seemed to know that Coki would say that at any time to him. The busyness of the real Chef is never busy, making Tini suspicious.

“What do you mean?” tanya Tini, get down from the splotch and walk to the front of the Chef.

“I said the longer we don't fit. You demand too much. This-that's. Make me dizzy,” ketus Coki.

“The demand to marry a woman you have already straddled is natural. Now you say I nudu. Yesterday every time you saw a baby cow, you came to me, because you wanted to mate too. Your head is getting no contents because most ngisep sabu-sabu.” Tini's breathing stiffened her emotions.

Two years in a relationship with Coki, only managed to make his virginity taken without a marriage proposal.

“Why? You're nyesel? I never forced you. Want to fuck me?” sergeant Coki.

“I don't want to blame you because I'm willing to. I'm also good. I know you don't make it. But, you also realize that you should be responsible. I never asked for anything from you, because I love you. Still mengding ngelonte, I get money. In fact, I didn't ask for anything from you, did I?” ask Tini. His eyes are heating up. The man who some time ago said that his love and affection for him were now in front of him like an unknown stranger.

“I want to go home!” said Coki.

“Where is the cattle pen you want to see? Which cow?” force Tini. “I know you're trying to avoid me all the time. Alesan wants to see the cattle. Back and forth with a cow's alesan. How many months is a cow? Every day we have children!” peekik Tini's.

“I'm staying here,” threatened Cheki.

“You anter me. The road ahead there is far,” said Tini. He then went back up on a motorcycle.

His face was bent with a heart that felt pierced with painstaking paints. It's over, he thought. What future does he have in the village? Unemployed father who can not be proud and never think about his future. The foolishness of love that blinds his eyes.

The skinny duck motor Chef came out from the next village and traced the road to their village. Until arriving in front of the road to his house, Tini patted Cheki on the shoulder.

“I got off here aja,” said Tini.

“You said you got home. Here I anter until home,” said Coki, began to relax his emotions a moment ago.

Chefs have no skills when they are sane. However, having outstanding mechanical skills when drunk. The 27-year-old man could briefly unite a fan that was scattered in a short period of time if he just sipped meth. His skills improved just like MacGyver. Inversely, if it is in normal circumstances. Stupid is amazing.

Tini walked out of the smoke like a dangdut singer who had just appeared on stage.

“Ribut continues, Tin!” tukas one of the ojek.

Tini stopped her steps in front of the ojek. His name is Pak Paijo. He was almost forty. Pak Paijo is a subscription motorcycle taxi driver who often delivers Tini everywhere.

“Barin Chef to where? Any squirming, Sir?” tanya Tini, looked at Pak Paijo whose skin was almost like red sugar.

“Ke ujung village garden. There's a house there. Yesterday I ran my subscription, and saw that there was a motorbike parking,” replied Mr. Paijo.

“Brawnless it. Tomorrow I'm gonna get him. Can you?" ask Tini.

Paijo sir nodded. "Can," he said.

"Yes, already. I go home first,” Tini later.

“Tanggalin. Think of the same man as him. There are still many menjaka here nyari virgin. Don't be afraid no one wants,” advice Pak Paijo.

Tini just nodded then continued her steps. If it were that easy, he would not be as sad as he is now, he thought. His heart is not broken. Even work does not concentrate. His relationship with Chef might just have to count the days.

Tini wants Coki to be manly by deciding directly. Tini wants Coki to admit the cause is away. But it seems, Tini did have to find out for herself and catch her lover wet.

Before arriving in the alley of his house, Tini passed through the intersection of four roads which on all sides there are gardens and trees that grow rarely.

While crossing the intersection, Tini suddenly stopped her steps. His feet felt like stepping on something. He looked down, then cursed. With an annoyed face, he continued his limping path.

From Tini's right, a crippled grandfather came out in his footsteps. It seems their purpose is the same. Grandpa was famously senile. The whole village already knows that he often brags about being a hero of independence or soldiers who often participate in wars in all parts of the world. In fact, his grandson said that his grandfather's legs were limping because of an accident. Taken on a raging cow.

Seeing Tini limping, the grandfather frowned at Tini's feet. Then he looked at his own feet. Feeling lucky, the grandfather started the conversation.

“Vietnam War of 1955,” cetus senile grandfather pointing feet.

Tini looked at the limping senile grandfather's feet, then at his limping feet.

“Tai cow ten meters behind,” reply Tini, pointing feet.

The senile grandfather nodded at Tini's reply. The two of them continued their steps in silence.

To Be Continued

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