LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

NEW BEGINNING

One thing I like about Arfa is her persistence in fighting for our friendship. Although his parents obviously do not like it, but he still remains good friends and maintains communication by keeping in touch with me. He apologized for his parents' attitude. Our relationship was still established through a video call when Fifi happened to be at home.

Arfa is no longer desperate to come to my house since the debate that ended up being the gossip of the neighbors. We believe there are spies who report to their families every time Arfa visits my house. I don't know who, but it must be one of Deya's spiteful neighbors or a Deya man who doesn't want our friendship.

Arfa never again discussed anything sensitive about poison darts and anything that would arouse my emotions. He understood how deep my heart was from the loss of my best friend's baba and nuri. We talked more about the college plan and the move of his duties to the island of Obi or the trivial things that make us laugh together. His appeal is that I have my own device so that it is easy to contact at any time I never kugubris. I still insist on not having flat objects that every month need a pulse injection that is quite a lot for villagers who only rely on living from farming and small-scale livestock. I don't want to trouble anyone else. Just enough Fifi has that thing. I don't want it.

Now I spend more time working to help my mom and shut myself off from the company. No need to talk much, which is important work, work and work. Thankful that my pandan handicrafts are always selling, my cattle are happy and my plants are fertile. At least the results of my hard work with my mother can be enough to pay for Fifi school fees, electricity, and daily necessities. We live comfortably prosperous in simplicity.

Ahead of his move to the island of Obi, Arfa suddenly visits the house. Not alone. This time he took Hisham. They came in a company car carrying 2 pairs of birds in a beautiful cage.

How beautiful the color of the fur is. I was so worried to see it. I wanted to hug and kiss her. I don't know, I fell in love at first sight with a pair of red-green twisted beaks that seemed to have a friendly and charming smile.

"Fifa, aren't you mad at Hisham's sister?" Hisham asked with a mischievous smile as I was amazed to see the birds he was carrying.

"Sister Hisham is good, tara made a mistake. How can you be angry." I replied diplomatically with a timid smile. Though I had saved a little upset because he always sided with the subsidiary owner of the company where he worked.

"Sister Hisham wants to take care of a pair of parrots and a pair of these stone magpies. Can you?"

"Sa tara never piara bird in a cage like this. The free bird. Wildly. Tara likes to be locked up." My comments are spontaneous. Honestly, I don't like birds locked in cages because I don't want to be treated that way either.

"Don't misunderstand me. This is a captive bird, Fifa. The plan will be released into the wild. They need an adjustment. Need to be trained first before being released into the wild." explained Hisham sage.

Uh, so, huh? So shy. I understood that the baby birds lived in captivity. Every day they are provided even fed food. Which can be directly released into the wild. They've been spoiled. Can die of hunger because it is not good at finding food if forced directly released into the wild without a learning stage.

Hisyam issued 4 pieces of paper containing official certificates signed and stamped by the environmental service. The birds he carried were not wild birds taken from the forest, but rare birds that people deliberately cultivated so as not to become extinct.

I can't stop smiling at the beauty of the feathers of those birds. His behavior is so cheerful. Walk back and forth to here and there. Occasionally fly around in circles only inside the cage. Poor thing. Can't be free to fly high dancing in the sky like the wild birds I met in the forest.

"Sa was happy to see these birds, but didn't know how to take care of them" I said honestly.

Hisham took a book from his bag and handed it to me along with the bird certificate.

"Where can you read this book. Apart from books and ngana can also find practical information on how to care for birds from the experience of bird breeders on the internet and youtube. Many practitioners who review the technicalities of bird care there. Sa has a phone to use to find information about birds."

I scrunched my forehead. What is this supposed to mean? Why did Hisham give the flat object before Arfa moved to the island of Obi? Is this Arfa's wits to easily contact me when we're far apart?

Hisyam is good at reading situations. Apparently he knew Arfa had long persuaded me to accept flat objects as a means of communication and I always refused. He smiled wisely and said, "It's not Arfa who bought hp. This is a former wife. Tara put him on again because I have a new model. Sa thinks ngana needs. This thing has many benefits, all knowledge can find. Anything you want to know can be found through this phone."

I heard and understood Hisham's words but still looked at Arfa with a suspicious look.

"Look! Tara is good as new, but its function is still all active. The pulse is also much. Honey if it's not used," Brother Hisham thrust the flat object so I want to see it.

"Still good. I think it's better than Fifi." I flipped through a flat object with the logo of a croaked apple at the end like a fruit that had been eaten by a codot.

Brother Hisham turned on the object and casually explained its functions to me. Exactly what Arfa often explained when he persuaded me to accept the device.

"If you want to cooperate for temporary captivity, tomorrow you can send a handyman to make a bigger cage here."

I looked again at that pair of parrots. For some reason I was fascinated by the beautiful color of its feathers and the bow-beak's charming appearance. Akh, I fell in love with them at first sight. I cannot refuse Hisham's offer. Honestly, I need a friend to talk to but I don't want to hang out with people who mostly don't like me. It seems like they can be as fun as my dead best friend's parrot.

"They're young, they're not good at talking."

"Fifa can definitely practice speaking. Wild parrot who used to perch on the walnut tree next to his house can only talk and be invited to vent to become one heart with Fifa." Arfa raised her face and ventured to speak in my support. Perhaps because I had seen my suspicions about him had subsided due to falling in love with the crooked beak that Hisham's sister had brought.

At the moment I don't have many friends because I lack confidence and don't trust others easily. Talking to animals will be more convenient for me because they don't like to gossip like the neighbors.

"Sa asked if I had a mom. I can take care of these birds here. Go in and sit down on the porch. Sa's gonna find mama in the back garden."

I rushed to find my mother who was taking care of vegetable plants, chili and tomatoes in the back garden. I can't believe my mom agreed to the offer.

"Whatever makes you happy, mama will agree." said mama with sparkling eyes.

"You've been sad for too long. Mama is happy now you have new hope. It's okay to be friends with the birds. They're God's creatures who don't forget to glaze over."

I smile. It was indescribable how happy I felt at that moment. I'm gonna have a new friend. My days will no longer be empty.

Thank you Arfa. You're the best friend I've got. Although it will go far, but you leave another friend as a substitute. You are the one who knows the best about my heart. I know for a fact that you have this idea and this time you managed to get me to accept this idea.