LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

ARFA

I walked casually along the path along the river basin. It is opposite the river. With a full stomach and sufficient drinking supplies, a 4 kilo meter road is not a tiring thing. The travel time is at least one hour. I've been used to walking all day. The heavy one actually held back my disappointment in the mama who had moved the baba tomb without my consent. Does your mom think I'm gone? Died eaten by river crocodiles or wild animals in the forest?

I was wrong, disappeared for more than a week. Why lose this way? I have no life purpose anymore. Would I rather just die? No. gabe. Baba must be angry because if I kill myself I will not meet the person I love in heaven. Astagfirullahal. God does not like a desperate servant.

Then what should I do? Just go with the flow or stick with my thoughts?

" O Lord, give me your guidance."

The sound of a motorbike rang out behind me as Arfa's loud voice called out to me, "FIFA."

I'm stopping. Apparently Hasyim was really worried about me and told Arfa about my trip down this river. Just make trouble. Actually I don't want to see Arfa, but I can't stop Hasyim from telling my co-workers.

"Where have you been this week?"

"Find the resin."

Arfa looked at me suspiciously. His gaze was like that of a criminal investigation police officer who was covered with a million questions so that the news of the examination event was complete.

I took out the amber bag from inside my backpack and handed it to Arfa.

"What do you want to sell?"

Arfa watched the contents of the cloth bag. Thank goodness I have proof and good reason for my departure. There's no way I'd tell her frankly that I was upset and then got lost in the woods. Deya's words still ring clearly in my ears. I can't be friends with Arfa anymore because she's engaged to that woman.

"Sa pay resin damar ngana whatever ngana want, as long as not to go to the forest alone again. Sa fret can't sleep because ngana's gone too long."

I put on a flat face. Arfa shouldn't be worried about me. Who am I? He should have kept his fiancee's feelings to him.

"If you need money, just say it."

Nope. You must know I never needed money, Arfa. I need nothing but to eat and God has had enough of it. It can even be excessive because I like to share with neighbors and friends. But now I live alone with no neighbors or friends. I need to figure out how to.

"We sit there first." Arfa pointed to large trees that were comfortable to sit on together. He set his motorcycle standard, parked near a clove tree whose leaves are shady.

The smell of cloves was pouring out in the air. The tree is tall, but the flowers and leaves are thick. There were some old wild clove tree trunks where we met. Usually we like to sit for a long time under trees. My hand pricks the flowers and leaves and then rolls them by moving both palms in the opposite direction back and forth. The smell will stick to my palm for a long time and I don't get tired of kissing it many times.

Baba once taught us to make clove oil for the needs of the family. Usually used for massage, taken as medicine or simply inhaled as aromatherapy. Besides sandalwood and agarwood, I like the masculine fragrance of cloves.

"Why exactly? Disagree on your decision to accept mercy money and move Baba's grave?"

I didn't answer. I inhaled again the smell of cloves in the palm of my hand.

"Sa understands that there are feelings. But we can't do anything. We must obey the law. That land is not ours." Arfa again reminded the status of the baba's heritage land.

"I knew. Sooner or later people will kick me out no matter what." I continued apathy. I crushed the leaves and clove flowers with a rough movement.

Arfa looks to swallow. There was nothing he could do to fulfill my wish even as a good friend he really wanted to see me happy.

"Everybody hates me."

"No. All dear ngana. Ngana just need to understand a little su babeda situation because the times are developing. Give up a little so that ngana can be free, release the burden of guilt. Baba must understand the current situation is barubah."

The conditions of the times have changed. That is, I must retreat to the flow of the times?

"Makam baba su was moved to the new village cemetery. Nisan ngana is still used to appreciate the love of ngana on baba. I can take Ngana there. Want now?"

I'm shaking. Not ready to accept reality.

"Sa antar ngana go home. You must be tired and need rest. Ngana can still stay in the old house as long as the territory is not excavated. The progress is still long, I think it's 2 years away."

Arfa smiled curiously, "That's what I want. Will we marry the head of the village?" He tried to embrace me but I shook his hand. We are not children anymore who are considered ordinary.

"There's no way to get near me anymore. Ngana must take care of the feelings of ngana fiancee. Sabantar again ngana will get married."

Arfa said, "Why say?"

"She."

"He came and tried to threaten you?"

I didn't answer. Arfa can read for himself how his fiancee behaved. I used to be jealous of me nonstop.

"At any time I won't marry Deya. If you don't want to marry me, Deya won't be my wife. Sa will find another woman who is smarter so that you have a child is not stupid like Deya."

"Don't be stubborn. Ngana's parents have proposed to Deya."

Arfa. It seems that he no longer wants to discuss this matter. I know she insisted on not being forced to marry Deya. The main reason besides not love, he does not want his offspring stupid because he believes that the intelligence gene is said to decrease from the mother.

We kept quiet. I busy myself taking clove leaves and twisting them one by one.

"Sa wants to move to Obi Island. Next month. Who was the first person I told you about this. Yes secrets. Sa has a family too tara tell."

Moving to Obi Island?

"Why come along? We're building a new life there. We married. You can do what you like there. Can weave, can garden and can also breed. Whatever you like is free."

I'm shaking. I never thought of running from my homeland. Even though I'm no longer the baba's grave keeper, I don't know what my life will be like after this. I have absolutely no plan.

"Sorry, I'm not married yet. Not ready." I said softly.

Arfa smile. He was soft-hearted and always appreciated me. "Sa will continue to move to the island of Obi. There the position will rise to become the head of the working group. Maybe you will find an open lecture in order to be able to study and be able to study while working. We will exchange messages via HP. Sa will buy one hp for ngana."

He showed me his gawai and how to communicate with that flat object. I nodded and watched. I'm not interested in that flat thing.

"Neither should want to." This time he was a little hard. Half force.

"Where can any story have a problem. We will stay friends and communicate even if we are far apart. It's just this thing that keeps us connected" he added passionately assuring me of the flat object's function as a communication tool that can connect people wherever they are.

I haven't decided anything. Gambang. Now I just need calm and acceptance. That's why I'm more silent than I'm responding to Arfa.

"Next week there is an invitation to a friend's party in Maba. How would you like to accompany?"

I didn't answer. For me, Arfa's question is a new burden. How could I go to town with a fiancee. People will look at me negatively and hate me even more.

"Don't add weight to a back. It's not good to go to town with someone's fiancee."

"Sorry."

"Where to sell the resin. Will be paid if it is sold. Sa tara is in debt. Now I want to rest. Tired for days in the forest. Forest resin trees are rare." I reasoned.

"Let's take it in."

"Not to."

"Near the house. Sa will return to employee mess. The promise! Sa wouldn't stop by if ngana wasn't pleased." Arfa took his motorcycle. He raised his middle and index fingers to form the letter "V".

Arfa half forced me to drive. I could not refuse his kindness. The man was so persistent in fighting for what he wanted. Although not very smart, he wants to study and try to pass the equality test for a career and a better future. Not only that, he also diligently collects money and wants to try new business opportunities that he considers can make his money coffers increase. He did all that because he was bored of living depressed in poverty.He was determined to be independent and have something with his own efforts. In addition to savings in the bank, Arfa already has 2 hectares of coconut plantations managed in profit sharing with one of his friends. His life has a purpose. Not like I'm still playing with my own life choices.