LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

PLACABILITY

We didn't get any significant problems at the police station. By calling the name Firdaus Sanjaya all affairs are made easier. Arfa and her friend were willing to meet me in a special room with some police.

I don't want to talk. I don't even want to see Arfa anymore. Disgust and hate. I don't want to stare at that sweet black guy with those curly, messy hair.

"Sorry, Fifa! Sa regretted hiding the information about Baba's death."

Arfa reached out and apologized. I didn't welcome him. Even folded my hands on my chest and turned my face away from it.

"Phifa..."

"No need to apologize. Now we're not friends anymore." I said firmly and loudly. I just want to talk about that sentence. Thats enough. The rest I'll lock my mouth.

My heart is bleeding. The wound can't be treated anymore. Two days ago I still gave Arfa a chance to admit wrongdoing and turn herself in to the police. Now no. Already late. Moreover, it was obvious that he had conspired with the baba killer. There is no crime more cruel than betrayal of one's own friend.

Feel consequences. You have challenged Bray by wandering near my house ahead of our wedding.

"Sa just wanted to say it wasn't Sharif's baba killer."

"You're as evil as a murderer, Arfa. You took advantage of hiding the perpetrators of the crime without thinking about how our family felt. Especially Fifa, your own best friend." Salman spoke firmly while pointing towards Arfa.

Arfa. Dare to look at him.

"Your staff saw a friend suffer and be sad for years to protect the criminal. Where's your heart, Arfa? Whereabouts? You got a job and money in exchange for your betrayal of our family."

My blood went up to the crown. My crying and anger settled all the way until my head felt like it was going to break. I wanted to get out of the room but Salman put his hand on my thigh. He asked me to be patient until the information he wanted to know was complete.

"Sa apologise, Salman. He admitted wrong."

Salman sneered.

"It happened to pass through the field of the baba Sharif. Sa see baba is being harvested. Sa would help baba. Sa suda ran quickly to call the villagers. But baba was no longer able to be helped because the arrow that stuck in his chest was poisonous. No one can help." Arfa's story with a clear face.

My heart was forced to remember again when the body of Baba was brought home. Babaku went to the field in a fit state ushered home a corpse soaked in blood. I realized it was fate and the way of Baba's death. I've been trying hard. I deeply regret Arfa's dishonesty and her actions took advantage of her status as an eyewitness to the incident. He got a job because he kept his mouth shut and protected the perpetrator's crimes for years. He knew how my heart hurt at the time. He knew how hard I was trying to revive the baba in my heart. Worse, he later joined a mercenary to commit the same crime to Bray, my husband.

"Why don't you tell the police that you know who the archer is."

"The police station is so far away, Kaka. At the time, none of our villagers had a vehicle. The village chief's father said there was no need to report to the police because the police report needed a lot of money. We don't have any money. But sa still pigi look for the archer himself because pity Fifa sad continue. Meet him."

Salman's views turned to the middle-aged man Arfa pointed to. His face looked cold and haggard.

"Sa was just following the orders of Miss Marlina and Mr. Hendrawan" replied the slum man flatly. Without guilt.

Salman watched the man from the tip of the head to the limit he could see. "You look like a real person here. How do you know Marlina, Daeng Hasan's wife?"

"Sa has Bugis friends. He was sent by the Daeng Sham family to find his biological children who lived in the rural village around the Lolobata forest. He called the person he was looking for Daeng Sharif. There is no mention here of daeng. We met Daeng Syarif before the friend died in the health center due to malaria. Daeng Syarif still did not want to go home. Have no fees and insist on not accepting help from anyone to return to Makassar. A few days after the death of a friend, came the daughter of Marlina's mistress named Gufron and a young father who turned out to have been spying on her friend. It was there early that I knew my mother and son."

People who claim their daily activities hunting animals in the forest are then paid to tell something about baba. Initially, all that is requested is information about the daily activities of baba only. Until one day someone gave him poison and ordered to soak his arrows with the poison liquid. That guy gave a lot of money to shoot baba. There is an additional fee again after successfully completing the task.

"You know that guy?"

"Before unknown. But after PT XY's operation, I know you're working there."

"Why would you be told to take the life of someone else?"

"Because the pay is big. Hunting in the woods has never been so big."

"You said the one who taught you poison and paid you was PT XY's employee. How did you know the masterminds were Marlina and Hendrawan?"

"She never overheard their conversation."

"Who are they?"

"The employee of PT XY who has now been fired by the young director who wants to be killed."

"Are they the same people who told you to shoot Firdaus Sanjaya?"

"Yes. Someone else likes to tell us. People here have no money."

I was horrified to hear the man speak flatly without an expression of fear or guilt. All Salman's statements were answered.

Salman turned his gaze to Arfa. "Do you know the person in question?"

"They're in separate places?"

"Know I am so."

Salman looked at police on guard asking for opinions or explanations.

"We're working with the local police to call the person concerned, Mr. Salman."

"Can an investigation be developed?"

"Difficult. The death of Mr. Ahmad Syarif has been far too long and there are no reports to our side. There was no evidence of an autopsy or a visa. Based on the adequacy of temporary evidence that can be processed only the case of the attempted murder of Mr. Firdaus Sanjaya." The young policeman answered politely.

It turned out that the problem wasn't as easy as the summary of the story I heard. Baba's case is still floating. It's been too long to be scrapped and re-examined. The main culprit did not directly order the executor. The evidence no longer exists. Baba's body was already fused with the ground.

The confession of Arfa and his friend alone is not enough evidence to ensnare the main perpetrator who has lost the life of the baba. Let God do the retaliating. The judgment of God is far fairer than any court on earth.

"Su's visiting time is up. You must return to custody." The police asked the two suspects to leave the special room where we were meeting.

Arfa looked at me and begged, "Sorry, Fifa!"

I throw my eyes the other way. Apologies are no longer useful to treat my disappointment and heartache.

Salman patted me on the shoulder, "We're home. Baba's case is hard to trace. We can only draw one conclusion, be more careful with Gufron and his mother."

If that was me I already knew. Since the first time to set foot in Makassar both indifferent to me. I also kept evidence of Gufron's cunning in financial matters during the management of the estate. I haven't told Salman about the case yet because I don't want to make a fuss about it. I'm sure Uncle Hasan is powerless with his wife and son. All of grandfather's inheritance wanted to be controlled by them. Although in a heinous way it took away the lives of its own brothers. Grateful there was still a fair and wise grandmother. It is the elderly woman who is persistent in fighting for justice for all her descendants.

"The plantation must be monitored constantly, brother. Gufron almost sold our family estate on the grounds of loss and negative cashflow. Though he's the one who cheated on taking the estate money for personal investment."

Salman glared, "Why did you just say it now?"

Salman's eyes are almost out. His face was full of flames. I was afraid that the flames of his anger were burning me. That's how I'm. When emotions hijack the brain, I am speechless. All my verbal memories are gone. Unable to speak.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"A a there." I replied nervously.

"We have to sue Gufron." cried Salman excitedly. His face was still red.

I filled my lungs with more oxygen to keep my chest from tightening. The long breaths and deep gasps helped me to calm down a bit.

"Don't! Poor uncle and grandmother. She talked to him as a brother. We'll give Gufron a chance to improve. There is no need to take revenge. Baba must not want her son to dispute matters of property with his brother."

"can't. He killed baba, Fifa. Baba was wrong? What sins do we have with him? Huh huh? All our lives we gave up our lives without the help of our wealthy grandfather. Our family's sacrifice was too much until the baba's life had to be forcibly taken. I don't accept baba and my family being treated like this."

"We don't have enough evidence to prosecute Baba's death. Arfa's and that person's confession wasn't enough. I thought Arfa's friend must have been suffering from a mental disorder."

"We can sue him with evidence of misappropriation of our company's money. He's been too evil. Anyway he has to take responsibility for his crimes. Can't not."

I'm riveted. Salman's horror blew his anger.

"Where did you put that evidence?"

I'm silent.

"Where, Fifa?" it was harder.

I have to take a deep breath and can talk,

"In the safe box of private banks in Makassar."

"We need to get that evidence right away."

"No, Brother! Talk well first. If there's no new meeting point report the authorities."

"No. Today I will also let Firdaus take you to Makassar."

Well, how's this? I clap my forehead while grimacing. My fault too. Plasteredness. I should have kept that secret. I don't want my brother to argue. Poor grandma. He must be sad if his grandson gets into a dispute.