LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

BAKU SUPPORT

Challenges and opportunities always come together as a puzzle in life. I never planned to buy a coconut plantation this large which eventually forced me to open a plantation business in my own village. Really am. Not even dreaming. Now I have my own business that must be pioneered from the beginning. Not legacy. Even though the money I used for the big investment came from my grandmother's efforts to get compensation from the Maudy family. My facial recovery doesn't need that much money. Although fairly expensive for the size of people inland, but quite done in the clinic of skin and beauty in the country. The results are not disappointing for a simple woman who values something as natural as I do.

At first I only acted spontaneously because I was uncomfortable to hear the complaints of farmers who were trapped in a money-based life in times of low commodity prices. Their growing monoculture plantation system failed when applied to traditional plantation systems with oligarchically controlled commodity market prices in international markets. I don't want to buy their land. Making them laborers is not my will, but their own.

"My wife is great." praised Bray when she found out about my decision.

I don't know where the great location is. For me being the wife of the board of directors of the largest company in the hinterland is a burden. All the villagers were hoping for my help. Not just asking for rice or sago to eat everyday but moving the burden of their lives on my shoulders. Just imagine when the price of copra commodity is falling, I still have to pay the salary of workers who manage the garden I bought. Of course, the harvest is not enough to make a number.

"You're lucky to have spontaneous business, honey. This must be the dede. Coconut plantations business promising. I'm sure." Bray comes with a wise smile encouraging my heart to hesitate with my own decisions.

"I'm not entirely sure."

"Must be sure, honey. You must immediately establish a plantation business license and take care of the legality of your land ownership status. Jim will be happy to help you."

Jim is good and reliable. The problem is I'm not entirely sure about opening my own business like this.

"They sell the garden because the price of copra falls. The harvest is not enough for the cost of processing and their daily lives. How can it profit?" my argument's confused.

"They lose because of gardening under an economic scale. Your garden is wide and Salman set up a coconut processing plant. You can do coconut with the concept of "zero waste". This means that all things about coconut are processed into economically valuable products. Unlike traditional farmers who only rely on income from selling copra only. Coconut coir and shell are burned for fumigation and the waste is left unchecked."

Salman has explained at length about how to intensively manage coconut plantations that produce less waste. The economic value of the product is higher. But it's just a concept. Practice who can guarantee.

"If the selling price of copra in the international market does not change it is the same. There I always have to be out of money to pay the salaries of employees." I complained.

"Confident! Although thin, there must still be a profit if managed intensively. After all, there is a time when commodity prices rise again. In addition to trying, we must pray that God's hand will encourage the universe to support us."

I'm nodding. Lazy thinking. Whatever later. There is no burden at all in my life whether the effort will be profit or loss. The money I use for investment is the idle money I don't know what I'm doing. With our minimalist life, Bray's income is far from enough. Many more. Our excess income is used to finance the operations of bird conservation foundations, giving alms and adding savings. My lifestyle is just like that. Unchanged. Bray lived a simple life. There is no luxury in our tiny house. But my little heart acknowledged this new venture added to the confidence. At least I feel proud to be appreciated and hailed as a 'helper god' for many villagers in the midst of hardship.

Bray never complained about our relatively stagnant lives. He delayed even missing a few business meetings because it accompanied me who was fussy and tasteless.

"Aren't you going on a honeymoon or going somewhere different, honey? Your pregnancy has entered the second semester. I think Dede is strong enough to be invited to travel. I'm thinking because you're still afraid the sun at the end of the month is suitable if we go to the country the night is longer than day."

"What do you mean to the north pole?" I asked spontaneously while looking at his radiant face.

Bray smile. Her hands encased my body and led me to sit next to her on the sofa.

"When did you stop being afraid of the sun?"

I pursed the lips that were immediately swept away with Bray's palm with a smile. "Not knowing." I answered.

"I have a business meeting with a business colleague in Canada next week. How about we go see the polar night phenomenon in Canada? There is a city called Inuvik which has a long winter night from December 6 to January 5."

"This house wants to be renovated a little by adding rooms for guests and dede. If the trip to Canada is still difficult for you and dede, we go to Jakarta alone." Bray offered me another alternative because I kept quiet about not responding to his offer.

"Mas go home alone. I'm okay to be left behind." I replied as I twisted the end of the shirt.

My mouth betrayed my heart. Although sometimes I still feel annoyed at my husband, but I do not want to be away from him. It is imagined how when far from my observation he freely met many girls who are more interesting than his wife who is this village.

"It both needs, honey. Husband and wife should always be together."

"Whoa. Later I'll be there left to the club house again until morning." tepisku bring up his mistake.

Bray smile. "No, Honey. Promise never to leave you again."

I put on a pouting face without comment.

"There are colleagues from Canada who need to meet for the signature of a business cooperation contract. Alternatively, if you can not meet in Canada yes in Jakarta."

"What business is it?"

"It's about the battery factory, honey. The American company that came to explore cooperation with us in cooperation with other companies from Canada."

Ribet is very. Preparation of cooperation to set up a factory alone took months. What is so expensive battery factory investment to have to involve cooperation with 2 companies from other continents. What do you do anyway? Now we are living without flaws.

"To Jakarta, right? We haven't looked at Papa in a long time. Your pregnancy also needs to be consulted with an obstetrician. I'll take you to the best mother and child hospital in Jakarta. The tool is more complete there. Our baby's development can be seen from a monitor screen like a television."

I smile. Seeing our baby's development on the monitor must be fun. How's my baby doing, huh? Is he perfect? But I refused to go to Jakarta. I feel more comfortable being in a confined environment in the interior. Here I feel valuable. While the people in the big city never thought of me. I was also not ready to meet with Bray's colleagues and friends who sometimes look at me lightly.

"Can't the doctor and his tools be brought here?" bargain me while I'm putting my head in the chest of Bray's field.

Bray stroked my hair gently, "Too expensive, dear. I don't want to leave you alone here anyway. If you don't want to join, I'll leave the investment cooperation. Why get a new business if you have to leave your beloved wife."

I looked at his face. The words sound so sweet. But a line of disappointment was engraved on his oval face. I know he's been fighting for a long time for the establishment of the electric car battery factory. Since before we got married. Maybe even before our meeting in the forest.

True all our needs are fulfilled from Bray's income. But the name satisfaction can not be measured by how much income, but how high the achievement of what we have dreamed and fought for. How could I let Bray derail a dream he fought for just for my ego.

"I'm going to Jakarta." I broke up with a smile.

Bray hugged me tightly while saying thank you. The smile of optimism is full of inflate.

If he always supports me, I must support him. There's no word no. Village people say, husband and wife not only raw love but must support raw.