LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

PRIME NIGHT

Mama drove me to a house in a mining area. It is close to the office. It is right next to the mosque. There were several pavilions that I had occupied by the company manager who came from outside the city. In addition, PT XY employees can live in employee mess which is a 2-story building consisting of rooms that are usually inhabited by 2 or 3 employees each room. Arfa used to live in that mess. There are many stories of grief living in the mines I knew from Arfa long before I knew Bray.

Our house is made of mahogany wood with one bedroom and complete furniture. The sofa is soft and looks very elegant. There was a waiter who greeted us and prepared us coffee and snacks in jars.

"introduce! This is Mama Lis who served as house keeping some houses here. It works according to office hours 8 hours per day. If you need help with home maintenance, you can contact mama Lis by using HT." Bray pointed at the box object that was placed on a small table next to the sofa.

Mama Lis looked down respectfully then smiled sweetly at us.

"Good night, Miss. Hope you stay here. May the family life with Mr. Firdaus sakinah mawaddah warohmah. Happy and lasting afterlife."

"Thank you, mama Lis."

"It's night. Mama Lis can go home now. Thank you, yeah."

"Good, sir."

As long as my family's in my mood, it's a little relaxed. Fifi did not go to every corner of the house and complained blatantly about things that were beyond her expectations. I let Bray answer his disappointment.

"Aren't you going to live in a house this small?" tanyanya.

"Temporary house, Fi. We're gonna build a bigger house."

"Why not live in Jakarta?"

"Either yes. Think about it later. This is enough for both of us to stay. It could be even more familiar."

Fifi didn't ask again. He looks disappointed.

Mom was in our house soon. It's already night time. The goal is just to deliver. I know where his daughter lives. There is nothing to do in this little house. The road there is stuck. Come back here again. All I see is that. They must be tired of wanting to rest immediately because today is amazingly busy.

The awkwardness was felt when we lived together in that small house. I'm confused how. Just shut up on the couch.

"You don't look happy today. Sorry yes!"

Bray grabbed my right hand then kissed the back of the hand and swiped it against his delicate cheek. Halmahera's angel was setting a trap with her dance.

"Mas Bray who complained to mom about Arfa?"

He nodded.

I pulled my hand and folded it in front of my chest. Pouty.

"I'm very worried about you Fifa. We almost died from Arfa's arrow."

"Arfa. It can't kill me." I argue.

Hik, just a few hours into a wife has dared to speak in a high tone to my husband. There was guilt plaguing me but I persevered with my ego. Today I need my upset and tired outcry on the person who is the cause of all this, which is Bray.

"You saw the arrow shot towards the two of us. That arrow contains the same poison as the poison on the arrow that stuck in your father's chest and your favorite parrot." Bray spoke in a very low tone.

I closed my eyes as hard as I could without opening my mouth.

Bray stay calm. "Last afternoon I got word from the police that Arfa had been caught. He and a friend of his were found crossing the street in front of your house with a bow and arrow."

"really?"

"Can't you trust your wise husband?" Not answered. Bray asked back and showed his smile.

I squint my own fingers. Gun eat sir. It was not him who was swayed by my gaze. But it was my heart that was pierced to hear the news. I did not expect Arfa to appear in the village with a bow and arrow. He knew the police were hunting him. The villagers are also talking about it.

"Now proven, Arfa is in police custody not because of your efforts to get him to plead guilty and turn himself in. Rather get caught for intending to commit the same crime."

Bray grinned with a triumphant smile. This time I hated seeing her smile. I believe this incident must have been the effect of the influence of his cunning mind and power. It's not a coincidence. Bray may have been involved in planning to ensnare Arfa into police arrest.

I kept staring at Bray looking for a hint of honesty in the look in his eyes. Bray tried to embrace me but I crashed.

"Fifa, this should be our happy day. Don't be quiet and angry! I'm sorry for all my mistakes today."

I'm still locking my mouth tight.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you what you want."

Ever asked what I want? Feels not. Bray always did what he wanted in his own mind. In some ways I agree. But not all of his actions were right. I want to protest. But this mixed feeling made my tongue feel muddy.

"Tonight we don't have to talk about Arfa. We are newlyweds. We need to learn to know each other and understand each other. It's better to talk about us. About you, me and our life plan ahead. Let Arfa prove himself to the police whether he's guilty or not." Her eyes were soft as if begging me. Bray was getting tired of my silence.

"Mas Bray should promise not to intervene in Arfa's case" I replied, starting to open my mouth.

Bray raised his index and middle fingers to form the letter 'V'. He developed his magical smile. It was so happy to see me open my mouth.

"promises. By Allah. All this time I honestly never intervened on the Arfa case."

I couldn't believe it, but I didn't want to make our mood worse.

Bray approached and grabbed me again. I feel so awkward being this close to a stranger. Wanting to dodge but the smell of luxury perfume inhaled in the smell first hypnotized me. The fragrance is so fresh and reconciled. I was helpless as his hand led me to lay my head on his shoulder. That fragrant aroma made my mind float.

"I'm sorry that this surprise doesn't make you happy!"

"Eat him don't be pretentious to know what makes me happy. I don't like surprises. I am happy when the people closest to me are happy. While today Mr. Bhudi who is still sick and an elderly grandmother must sacrifice coming to an impromptu wedding party in the rural village. Why do we have to get married here and today? Why don't you wait for Papa Mas Bray to heal?"

Bray tightened his grip.

"Do you see them unhappy? I saw them so happy today. Grandma is happy to be able to make a pilgrimage to the grave of her favorite child while watching her beloved granddaughter get married. Papa is happy because his desire to quickly have a son-in-law has been granted. I give them travel facilities that are quite comfortable with their limitations."

I lost again. Bray is smarter. Mr. Budhi did urge Bray to get married quickly. My grandmother wanted to visit Baba's grave. Where's wrong? I looked at him from a different angle.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask for your approval. I thought it would be a wonderful surprise. If you are disappointed with this sudden and simple wedding, next month we have a reception at the nicest hotel in Makassar."

"I'd rather my opinion be appreciated. I don't like parties. Just wasting money. Better the money is used for productive things and beneficial to many people in a longer period of time."

Bray hugged me tightly and kissed me on my forehead many times. "I agree. It's not wrong to choose you to be my wife."

I stared at his brownish-black eyeballs. I still can't believe she's mine today.

"I'm your husband. Can you open your veil tonight?"

I feel like there's a lot of blood flowing down my cheeks. Somehow my face looked at that time. Shame and fear dominate my feelings. There's nothing I can do but sculpt.

Slowly his hand moved to open my veil. Her lips endlessly created a magic that hypnotized me to surrender. While his eye light skinned me intensely.

He threw away the paris cotton cloth carelessly. His hands began to gently caress my hair. My body bristles hoping for a more crumbling touch. But Bray put his right hand right in the hole.

“Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Amin.”

I guaranteed his prayer while inserting my head in his broad, fragrant chest. I forced myself to obey the instinct that began to run wild by draping his hands around his neck and wriggling spoiled. My disappointment with him suddenly disappeared. My heart started beating at a high speed pumping blood that was starting to heat up. The faster and faster demands the impingement of passionate desire.