LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

WANT

I clap my forehead while grimacing. Because of the absurdity of Gufron, Salman became angry and intended to bring the case of our cousin to the path of the shaman. I should have kept that secret. I don't want my brother arguing with his own cousin. Poor grandma. He must be sad if his grandson gets into a dispute.

Rice has become a porridge. What has been said cannot be withdrawn. I just accept the risk. Out of the police station, Salman ordered Wahyu to return to our service home in the mine area.

Salman looked disappointed once he got home, Bray still having discussions online with his Malaysian counterpart. We have to wait for the discussion to be finished. Salman seemed restless holding back his anger. I let Salman sit on the couch. While I go to the kitchen to prepare drinks and snacks that can be served. As a new occupant, this tiny kitchen is not yet my territory. I have to go looking for this and that. Dare not ask the owner of the house that still looks busy discussion. Fear bothers.

"What's up, Salman? It looks agitated." said Bray, opening the headset and closing the laptop. He decided to end the discussion sooner than the other participants.

"I want permission to take your wife to Makassar."

"When?"

"Faster is better. If I could leave now."

"What the hell is it, brother? Why should it be now? Very nice rover newlyweds. We just got married yesterday lo."

Bray responded with a relaxed smile. Salman who is still filled with anger is somewhat hesitant to make.

"Drink first, brother!" I put 3 glasses of cold clear water I took from the refrigerator and setoples of coconut biscuits on the table.

Salman gulped down the water I was providing. Three sips of one full glass. A moment later Salman resumed the interrupted talks.

"I have to get the important documents in Fifa's safe box. The safe box is in one of the private banks in Makassar."

Bray thought for a moment.

"On Wednesday I had a meeting of the nickel mining association in Makassar. The plan is to invite Fifa to meet her family again. How about just grab the paperwork Wednesday? Thursday afternoon God willing we are back here and our trust staff will deliver it to Jailolo."

Bray offers a great solution. I immediately grabbed with support.

"Yes. So much better, don't act impulsively. My sister is now angry and tired. Baba said, never make a decision when you are angry. For a few days you can think more clearly. Need to add prayer support as well. There may be a better way."

Bray embraced me and smiled in support of me. I replied with a smile of thanks. I really like our new language that doesn't need a lot of vocabulary, namely, a smile. Not a slap.

"Tomorrow, you have to go to work. This problem does not have to be solved in a hurry."

"I want to submit a letter of resignation immediately. I want to 100% take care of the family estate and keep my family away from the evil people around him."

Bray and I looked at each other. Wonder. Salman changed his life decision immediately after learning how Gufron and his mother had behaved. Before this, he was determined to continue to serve the farmer community. Although the salary is small and the status of only a contract employee is not fixed, but Salman is committed to serving the agricultural progress of his alma mater.

"Whatever your decision, Fifa support. Grandma, mom and Fifi need protection. Plantation workers who have been loyal for years serve also need a leader who not only enrich themselves but also strive for the welfare of workers."

Salman hugged me. Maybe my words sound too smart. That's what I thought in my head.

"After you get married, I just realized how strong my sister has been to look after the family. It should be my duty as the only man left in our family."

Um, I don't think so either. All these years I've been alone guarding the graves of baba and Affan. I did not take care of my mother as long as she was married to the village head.

"I'm waiting for that document."

"I'm gonna take Fifa to get that document." Bray speaks casually but guarantees certainty.

"Sister should call Gufron first. Perhaps the oil palm plantation he had bought from the plantation's money really existed and Gufron wanted to return it to the company as agreed in the minutes of the meeting."

Salman seemed to digest what I said. He's calmer. I poured some cold mineral water on the empty glass. Perhaps the cold of the water can cool the heart and head as well.

"Tomorrow before leaving for Jailolo I will make another pilgrimage to the tomb of baba."

"Until Jailolo can't join the dong ceremony." I protested.

"No what. I want to submit a letter of resignation." he replied confidently.

Whatever. I know Salman can definitely sort out the best decision.

Salman agreed with Bray's suggestion. The problem of Gufron must be solved with much deliberation and careful investigation. No hurry. Salman returned home in a calmer state.

I stood up and Bray pulled my body down on his lap.

"Where else are you going, honey?"

"You go to the end of the sofa on the right." I replied in a spoiled voice.

"Here is. Not going anywhere."

I thrashed spoiled. Pretending to be trying to escape from his confinement.

"Why don't you want to be in my own husband."

I smiled timidly, "Fear being asked to do it again."

"Must want some more dong. Want again. Want again. Want to keep going anyway." he exclaimed as he pinched my little nose in a fit of anxiety.

Ah, address my body later. My energy will run out. I put on a frowning face. My little heart hopes.

"But not now, my dear. Azan maghrib. I want to go to the mosque until I finish praying because this afternoon there is a weekly study. Wants to run out isya aja yes. You have to wait, honey."

I'm shaking. Really nyebelin. So I was the one hoping to want it again.

"How many rounds are you going tonight?" Bray asked like he was talking to a kindergarten.

I didn't answer. Just blushed.

"Five rounds?"

I nodded while holding a smile.

"Seven rounds?"

I keep shaking. My smile almost exploded.

"Nine rounds?"

I nodded again while laughing. I held my hand against his neck and coiled with pampering. Bray let out his magical smile to return the spoiled smile I deliberately made up to tease him.

"I want a round" I said quickly before smiling and stealing a brief kiss on her adorable lips.

Bray pulled my body in his tight embrace. With a quick movement he inhaled my lips into his mouth in one go. His tongue danced around like a halmahera angel as it flew while dancing and swooping beautifully. I moved my tongue and tried to suck his lips greedily. Bray didn't want to lose to avenge me so fiercely that I was almost out of breath.

Azan maghrib stopped our activities. We both smiled and shrugged.

"Neg. It's wet." Bray sulking spoiled. His eyes glanced at the hardened object behind his pants.

I pushed her body away.

"Where to pray to the mosque!"

"So makmum masbuk. A minute further dip ya. It's very nanggung. Soggy. Cook must take a big bath do not want to." lamented with a slightly riled face.

I ran and left her in the room and ready to lock her up.

"Mistake itself. If the time has come to be called by Allah, do not lust. Wek." I said as I stuck out my tongue and laughed.

I locked the room. Bray's not hunting me. This time I won. Successfully teased. I don't know what it's like to be on fire to have to stop because of the call to prayer. Either the prayers are solemn or not.

I peeked out of the keyhole of the locked room door. Bray went to the side bathroom with a shunt step. A moment later come out with fresh face and wet hair. He left for the mosque just a few steps from home.

Hihahi. I laughed and closed my mouth. Getting married is not as scary as I thought. At least today I am happy. I don't know what happens tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Just enjoy this togetherness by singing a beautiful love song. I have to thank God for sending me someone who makes me smile more and feel that my life is more meaningful.