LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

DEBATES

Astonished, for what Arfa delivered the news that the poison contained in the arrow that killed the parrot was the same as the poison in the arrow that killed the baba. He should have understood my logic. My own eyes witnessed that no one else was holding a bow other than the cruel man. He's clearly the killer. Why did Arfa defend the killer? Is it because he's a subsidiary owner of the company he works for?

If he knew I would be angry and the edges would be a long debate, he should just keep the information. I tried to forget what happened yesterday by focusing on my happiness.

Frankly, I didn't think the arrows were poisonous or not. The fact that I received was that my nucleus was dead. Even a somersault won't bring him back to life.

"Well defend him because he's a subsidiary owner of a company where you're looking for money, right?"

"No, Fifa. I'm sure he's not that cruel. He's a good businessman, cares about the environment."

"If he cared about the environment, no forest would be cleared to profit from iron and nickel seeds."

"Environmental and forest conditions will be improved again after mining activities are completed. The evidence of the western region has begun to be reclaimed and reforestation with the planting of perennials. He is generous and law-abiding. Different from other mining entrepreneurs."

"But ngana has been laundered with his money. Sa can't believe it. Everywhere entrepreneurs are just as greedy. You know it's money, money and money."

Mama stroked my back. "Patience, Fifa. Can't accuse anyone of indiscriminate."

"really. You cannot accuse anyone. I don't know who he is yet."

"What indiscriminate? I see with my eyes only he's got a bow around, Ma."

"But ngana tara saw as her arrow shot. Brother Hisham said his arrow shot into the walnut, not into the parrot. There were other arrows that shot out almost simultaneously."

"Then who shot the parrot? Why would you say ghosts or subtle creatures that shoot parrots and babas with baracun arrows, huh?" my challenge came face to face with Arfa with explosive emotions.

I didn't see any other guests coming and unfortunately it was Arfa's parents.

"Back, Arfa! Why don't you meet this damn carrier girl again? Every day is just used, demeaned and cursed like this. Be aware! There's no point in befriending a wild, arrogant and stubborn girl like her." Papa Arfa pulled his son's arm away from me.

Good though. Please bring Arfa home. I don't want to argue long tonight.

Mama grabbed my shoulders, grabbed me, and stroked my shoulders to make me calmer. He did it must be because of the reflex of a mother who wants to protect her child.

"You're a Lingon, teach your daughter some manners." Mama Arfa pointed her index finger at her.

"Sit down first, Kaka! We can talk well while drinking tea. It's just a matter of regular debate with good friends." Mama replied with a soft sentence and a sweet smile. His hands courteously invited Mama Arfa to sit on the bamboo chair of our home veranda.

Whether it is made of what your heart is still able to say softly to the person who has pointed a finger at him. Even if I do not hold the grip of my hand on my shoulder, I want to tear the woman's mouth or pull her finger until it breaks. He is the one who does not know manners. Visiting never says hello.

Mom and I looked at each other. Next to my eyes were creeping as a signal so I wouldn't have to respond to Mama Arfa's words. I get it too. No need to extend this issue. Enough to get here.

They dragged Arfa home while saying the words maki caci for us. Mama Hika and some other neighbors were seen watching us. For them maybe this is a free drama show that entertains like a television soap opera.

"Patience, Honey. Control your emotions!" Mama whispered softly repeatedly reminding me to be patient. His hand rubbed my shoulder.

After the death of the Arfa family, my mother and I immediately cleaned teapots, cups and jars that were on silver trays on the home table. The neighbors still look not to move from the yard of Mama Hika's house. Some were seen talking to Arfa's parents. I've guessed, the contents of their conversation must have been a bad thing about me. Tomorrow will be a widely circulated fictional story whose theme is about doom for a wild, arrogant and stubborn girl who challenges good men.

Fuck the neighbor. They were never me and didn't understand how I was. For me the most important thing is that you accept and love me for who I am.

"You know that mining subsidiary, Fifa?" asked my mother when we were at home and the situation became more comfortable.

"No. I only met once in the woods. Fifa hates him, Ma. He who shoots the parrot with a poisoned arrow whose poison is the same as the arrow that killed the baba."

Of course I hid the fact that he was one of my helper angels. If I don't meet them in the woods, I don't know what I'll be. Maybe I've been eaten by wild animals or starved to death. Yesterday I was thankful and lucky to be saved by them. But since the death of my conscience, I changed my mind. Maybe it's better if I just die in the woods.

"You really saw him shoot the parrot?" ask mama curious.

"Yes, mama."

"Related?"

"Related. There was no one around the house other than him and his personal assistant."

Mama nodded in understanding. "Yes already. Keep what you know in your heart. Learn to accept destiny. Everything will have a payoff. Whoever plants will reap the rewards. There is no need for us to retaliate because we have no power and never know the true truth. Let the hand of God govern what its recompense will be. You just need to pray and be sure God's court will work well."

I'm nodding. I promised to obey what my mother said. I will definitely keep my promise. I'll learn like the door. My way of revenge is only by prayer, not by revenge. From any angle I am weak. I am a woman, poor and powerless. It might be possible to fight a rich man who has great power and influence. Let a greater power decide justice for us who are weak.

Tomorrow I will only move in the house or the back of the house. I try not to interact with my family.

When my stepfather came to visit, I also chose to avoid. We rarely communicate. The village head only comes once every four days because he has to rotate his four wives every night. He came in the evening and left after breakfast. My stepfather used to leave a little money for my mom every time he visited. Miris. I feel like my mother's second marriage is a bit strange. In my view, mama was only treated like a night butterfly that was paid every time she finished entertaining her guests.

Mama's second marriage doesn't look as beautiful as her marriage to the love-filled baba. Marriage is only a formality that legalizes mutual reciprocal relationships between men and women. Mama needs protection. His status as the wife of the village head is more respected than people who bear the status of a widow. While the father of the village head can vent his desires halal in the marriage bond.

Such is the picture of a marriage without sincere love from the heart. Tastes bland. I dare not ask if my mother is happy with her second marriage. I just believed in my heart that my vision was not wrong. Mama still loves baba with all her heart. There is no heart for her new husband. Mama is only good at hiding her emotions to look okay.