LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

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Tired and sweating makes me lazy to get out of bed. Just shut up under the blanket. While Bray was fast asleep by my side. He looked so calm and peaceful in his sleep. A faint smile still stuck to his lips. The nose is not too sharp but the shape is beautiful and very precise with the shape of his face oval. Viewed from the front and side Bray remains attractive. From any angle my husband is as attractive as the charm of the Angel of Halmahera. Everything that is in him is good and interesting. Impeccably.

The atmosphere of our house is so quiet. All that was heard was the sound of AC and our own breathing. Minutes by minutes passed. Long tired of curling up without doing activities other than admiring my husband. Bray is still asleep.

I went to the bathroom. After the mandatory shower I tried to operate the washing machine. The clothes that Bray had put in the laundry bag I dismantled back to put in the washing machine. Turn on the power button and set the washing process by pressing the buttons containing the instructions for the desired amount of water and washing process. Finish pouring liquid detergent. I left to do a little editing writing on the laptop while waiting for the sound 'ting' signs the washing process is complete like the washing tutorial I just saw from the web video.

Towards the azan dzuhur, someone knocked on the door. It turned out that the company catering officer came to deliver 2 servings of lunch complete with cut fruit and pudding.

"Thank you, Mama."

"Either. Congratulations on your marriage to Mr. Firdaus, miss. May you always be happy."

I smiled and thanked him again.

"Later when it's done the tray is placed on the front desk it's just yes, Miss. Catering staff will take it back later in the afternoon. Is there a special dinner request for Miss or maybe Mr Firdaus?"

"It seems like this afternoon we're going home to my mom's. Fruit and egg roll requests are included in sealed containers for food supplies if the nights are still hungry."

"All right."

I think the catering staff will pass. His eyes were still there looking for something.

"What else is it, Mama?"

"Oh, no."

"Sir Firdaus is still sleeping. If anything can be delivered through me.

Maybe because of the holiday he took the opportunity to make a lack of sleep during the workday."

The catering officer nodded and then passed to return to the canteen to serve the employees who were on lunch break there.

Maybe not usually mas Bray sleep before dzuhur. Or the caterer was hoping for something with Bray present. I don't know. I'm still a layman. I don't know the daily habits here.

I'll take us to lunch. I saw that Bray was out of the room with wet, fresh hair and skin.

"Have come to our lunch."

"Yes. Earlier, the mother who delivered food looked for Bray mas. Do you usually like to give tips or others? I think he's hoping for something."

"Sometimes. I like to send him to the laundry. But I saw the laundry bag suddenly empty" he said with a grin.

"I've washed my dirty clothes."

"Hehehe, diligent my wife" she said, embracing me and kissing her forehead.

"I'm bored. After dzuhur I can go home. I'm gonna see my mom and my brother."

His face scowled spoiled, "Before you go home, you want to go again?"

I'm shaking. "Small."

Bray chuckled.

"We're eating now. Azan dzuhur soon. I would like to join the dzuhur prayer congregation in the madjid after the stomach is full."

I set the catering tray on the dining table. While Bray took a pot of clear water and a glass. Bray looks very good at preparing food and drink. Not like my trumpet. As the only child of the family, Bray is classified as an independent person.

Our lunch menu chicken rica, vegetable clear spinach, fried tofu and sambal matah. A simple menu. Just like the menu served to employees in the company cafeteria.

"Aren't you going to see Arfa?"

"Can you?"

"Can. Police found other facts related to the death of Baba. That information you need to know."

"What?"

"We agreed not to intervene on Arfa. It is better if you get information from others that you consider independent. If I'm the one who's saying the fear you don't believe it and ruin our mood."

I exhaled a rough breath.

"You can go to the police station with Salman's mom or sister. Please, don't go alone! Don't break my trust!"

"Mas Bray why don't you want to go?"

"I have an online meeting appointment with a colleague in KL. Later you will go to the house of mama accompanied by Pak Wahyu and Santi ya."

I'm nodding.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Will it be tonight?" bray asked as he blinked his eyes and drew a smile line on the wet, reddish curves of his lips.

I didn't answer. Azan Dzuhur in the mosque saved me from having to answer yes or no to such an embarrassing-sounding question. Bray rushed to the mosque after kissing my crown.

Salman drove me to the police station to visit Arfa. From him I even know what new facts are found the results of the interrogation of Arfa and his friends since they were caught yesterday.

"So morning my mom and I were asked to go to the police station."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It is unethical to interfere with the affairs of the newlyweds" Salman replied with a blush.

"Salman didn't tell me, but reported to Firdaus. Does a married person have to be?" cetusku upset.

"Eit, don't get me wrong. The information update to your mas must be Mr. Kapolsek. I wasn't. You know that the Chief, Danramil, Camat, and Regent must have had a close relationship with your husband."

Yes too. PT XY is the largest company in the region. It is certain for the sake of lasting and smooth business affairs company leaders know close to the ruler of the region.

"That Arfa friend turned out to be his man aunty Marlina and Mr. Hendrawan. Deliberately ordered to kill baba so that the inheritance of the grandfather can be fully controlled by the family of uncle Hasan as well as launch operational affairs in the mining concession PT XY."

Deg. My heart was beating fast. I know the reason Bray didn't want to tell me this news straight away is because this case has something to do with PT XY.

"Wait!"

Mr. Wahyu braked the car suddenly hearing me scream.

"What's up, Non?"

I'm riveted. What's up, huh? My body feels weak and powerless. Salman asked Wahyu to continue the journey slowly.

"Who is Hendrawan?"

"One of the founders of PT XY."

"So, Arfa's known all along who killed baba?"

"Yes. Damn him. Hiding this fact for years from you, his best friend."

Hand clenched. I punch the car seat with a growl.

"The main reason Arfa kept his mouth shut was definitely because Hendrawan promised him a job at PT XY. Another reason is because she loves you and wants to marry you. He thinks by keeping you away from your baba family you will still be poor and equal to him. Unexpectedly on his journey then Firdaus actually fell in love with you and fate brought you to Andi Syarif, cousin of Arifah's grandmother who managed to bring you to meet grandma in Makassar. Bum's already their evil plan."

Makes sense. The winding road I've been on lately is the way God opened the door of justice for our despised family. All open slowly because of God's power. I didn't expect Arfa to do that to me. All these years he's been friends but he's not been honest with me. Hiding the fact about the man who separated me from the man I loved so much forever. I hate Arfa. Hate him so much. I don't want to see him again.

"I didn't go see Arfa. We're back at Mama's house, Mr. Revelation."

"Don't come back, Mr. Revelation. Keep going!" prevent Salman.

"Reverse. I don't want to see Arfa." I shouted.

"Stay the way, Mr. Revelation!"

"Reverse."

"Street."

Mr. Revelation stopped the car again. Baffled.

"Which one is this? Back or road?" asked the middle-aged man while looking at me who was sitting on the back bench and then turned to look at Salman who was sitting next to him.

Salman and I both said "the way" and "the turning". Two opposing words mean making the pack of Revelation more confused and scratching their heads.

Salman and I looked at each other. "That problem has to be dealt with, Fifa. This is just preliminary information. The police will still investigate. I want to hear a confession from the suspect's own mouth about the real facts. He didn't want to see me this morning. He just wants to see you." Salman said with a furious face.

I threw my body in the seat.

"We need to get to the police station now. Tomorrow I have to go back to Jailolo."

I had to beat my ego. "Yes already. Walk to the police station, sir!"

Pak Wahyu drove back to the company's SUV at mid-speed to the police station in the sub-district city.