LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

HYPOTHESIZED

In the morning I packed my clothes and personal belongings. I have decided to stay with my mother and sister in the new village. There's nothing else I can fight for but my family's happiness, especially my mom.

In the new village I do not need to make castor oil because there is already PLN electricity that illuminates our house. I don't have to go to the river to bathe because there's a water pump and a bathroom in the house. Things are easier in the new village.

The first day I followed my mother. Cooking in the kitchen I'm coming. Gardening me too. We both went to the fields to pick up pandan leaves that were already high for drying. If it is dry, some will be colored with a solution of betel nuts. Some will be directly woven into mats, bags and handicrafts from other pandan.

I noticed a lot of people passing through the wide, rocky road in front of the house on a motorcycle. They just passed by without looking let alone saying hello. Everyone seems to be busy with their activities. The togetherness that I once felt in the old village seems to be fading. Time and conditions change the patterns and habits of people's lives.

"Finally de surrender too. He should have known himself. Don't be arrogant and stubborn. Moreover, the pretentious felt the most right. Living in a new village is better. We should thank the company for generously moving us to this village." Mama Hika - our neighbor - amplified her voice as she crossed the street in front of my house with a group of mothers carrying shopping baskets in the afternoon.

I was busy gardening in the yard so I turned to him. The words were clear to me. His eyes glanced at me with sinister and petty eyes.

"Yes. Poor de must be a spinster. Let it be beautiful if arrogant and stubborn where there are men who want to propose."

I lowered my head and swallowed my own saliva. My hands were pulling the grass violently.

"Mistake himself arrogant. Arfa who did not play well was rejected. Tara knows what kind of man she wants. Maybe you are still dreaming. Villagers of jungle dream of being proposed to a celebrity or artist of the capital hihihi." Other mama I don't know her name chimed in while giggling which was then followed by other mama-mama kikik.

Mama Hika immediately waved her hand and entered the yard of her house on the left side of the mother's house. While the other mama continued the journey home to each other. There wasn't much chatter I heard, but their laughter and chatter were still left in my ears. It was like an insect coming in and biting the inside of my ear. It hurts and it's hot.

That's how they look at me. It's no good at all.

Akh, stop. I don't need to care about them. I'd better go in the house and do whatever I can do with my hands and my other limbs. From tomorrow I will no longer be active in the yard so as not to hear the gossip. Activities in or behind the house only take care of livestock and take care of the back garden.

I remember my mom's message to be patient. Let them talk with the prejudice. No need to get angry or reply. Simply dodge, resist emotions and thicken the earlobes. Hopefully their injustice to revile and slander me could be a deduction for my sin in the day of vengeance.

"Anger will only hurt yourself, dear. Let them talk as they please. Don't take it heart." Mama advised me as we sat together on the porch enjoying a cup of tea and sago cake together that night.

"Since the beginning, they have been famous for gossiping. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

I smiled thinly. Indeed, my neighbor who was one since long ago has a habit of gossiping. If it becomes a habit, it will be difficult to change. Wherever they will continue to gossip. If it is responded to emotionally will even trigger new gossip material.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Arfa stopped his motorcycle in front of the veranda.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Hi, Arfa. Please sit! Let's get together. Mama get me a cup first. It just so happened that we were relaxing while drinking tea."

Arfa nodded and smiled widely. While the mother went straight into the house to take an additional cup to drink Arfa.

"How are you, Fifa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Apparently with the flat object, Arfa became intensely communicating with my sister.

"Have you permission for your mama to visit here?"

"no need. Mama knows I live in mess."

"Many spies. I'm afraid your mama will come here and get angry again. Shame on us neighbors."

Arfa doesn't care what I think. He sat down leisurely in the bamboo chair in front of me as if what I was afraid of was not a problem.

"Sa from work. It was with sister Hisham accidentally stopped by the house of Mr. Buma who is a poisoner. It turned out that the poison in the arrow that killed the parrot was the same kind as the poison in the arrow that killed the baba ngana."

DEG. My blood is boiling again. My heart is beating very hard. I don't know what my face and my eyes look like. I think it's as red as the coals. The news from Arfa tonight reawakens the flames of my vengeance and anger.

The straight-haired man's handsome face was smiling triumphantly. Cih, I'm getting hateful and sick of him. I can't believe behind his charming face he's a very cruel man.

"He really is a life-extracting demon." I growled. My hands are clenched strong. If he were now in front of me, I would have scratched his face with my fingernails.

"No demon can take a life, Fifa. Who took the life of the angel Izrail by the command of God." Mama showed up with a cup and setoples of bagea cake. His voice was soft with a soothing smile.

My mouth immediately clicked to hear my mother's correction. I don't really want you to know about this. But ... I can't suppress my emotions in this case because it has to do with the people and animals I love so much.

"Why do you think that brother Firdaus shot the parrot?"

"Who else if not him. There's only him holding a bow at the scene. Hisham's brother doesn't hold a bow. Neither do horses. Where there might be a ghost holding a bow behind him to kill the parrot." I said annoyed. I'm an eyewitness. I saw for myself he smiled triumphantly after successfully striking an arrow at his target.

"If it's the same kind of poison, then it must be him who killed my baby" I added, clenching my hands.

Mom was surprised to hear my hypothesis. Either agree or disagree with the hypothesis.

"No way, Fifa. Says Brother Hisham, brother Firdaus only targets fruits. No living creature has ever been the target of his arrow training. The arrows used are not poisonous. Not infrequently he ate directly the fruit that fell hit the target of his arrows. He said evidence of walnut targets has been shown directly in front of you. He's shooting walnuts, right?"

Is correct. He showed a walnut that fell down with an arrow. But it's not an alibi I can just trust. It was not impossible for him to throw more than 1 arrow from his bow. I don't see anyone else in the CPI. Who could be accused except him.

My head's dizzy. The shadow of his smile was mixed with blood and an outpouring of rage bursting out. I can't believe that the person whose smile is a butterfly turns out to be my favorite baba and parrot killer.