LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

DEYA AGAIN

At dusk I sat back on the front porch of the house with mama enjoying warm tea with boiled sweet potatoes while weaving mats and pandan bags. Now passers-by are not too free to see our activities because it is hindered by the large and beautiful aviary. I feel very comfortable doing activities here. Can weave while pampering the ears with the song of parrots and magpies and the sound of water gurgling.

"Assynolajet. How are you?" So my broom every day every time to the aviary's occupants.

Every guest or anyone who comes I get used to saying hello. You must know the reason why, namely so that the parrot is accustomed to hearing the same words until finally the word is recorded in his memory and then by itself the parrot tries to practice it repeatedly until proficient. The more often a word is repeated, the greater the chance of the parrot being adept at speech. That's how I train parrots to be good at mimicking human language.

"Bag and mat that was so yesterday already taken by mama Sofia this morning. The waiting list that has ordered the ketupat motif mat has 25 people. How do you fulfill that order, Fa? Do we open the opportunity to hire mothers who want to learn to weave pandan patterned mats."

We were overwhelmed with mats and pandan bags, but I was still reluctant to invite others to learn how to weave to help us speed up the production process. My trauma's still attached. I still don't want to connect with others. Afraid disappointed.

"Daily necessities are getting more expensive. Many young mothers need extra money for their families. Maybe they need a job that kids can take for granted like weaving this."

"They don't want to work with us. Lazy cooperation if the edges even become gossip people."

"But many orders, Fifa. There is no harm in us for science with others mumpung no opportunity. People's views of us can change if there's a chance of making money."

"Whatever mama. Mom taught them."

Mama shook her head to hear the answer of her notoriously stubborn son. The conversation was also interrupted.

The great-grandson of the rock magpie squeals high accompanied by the sound of water gurgling that issued a static tone. That voice added to my work. Waving mats becomes faster because it is supported by a comfortable mood. I think this is enough, no need for help from others. Let the order stand in line. If you want to wait please. If you want to order to other craftsmen also no problem. No obligation must quickly fulfill the order, anyway mat is not a basic requirement that must be met immediately. People won't die just waiting for the mat so.

"Hi, Fifa." I looked up at the voice of the guest who came saying my name in a cold voice.

It turns out Deya and her mother. My mood was weaving all of a sudden down looking at the two.

"Assalamualaik." Even Aga who sounded as if reminding guests to say hello to the owner of the house as well as other guests.

I hurriedly turned my head and smiled towards Aga. "Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Wow, you're good at talking Aga. So proud of you."

"Please come in, Deya and Mama Deya!" Mama took the initiative to tell guests who were reluctant to say the greeting to come in and sit on the porch chair.

"How are you? What happened to our house."

"We're wondering if we have a girl."

I folded my unfinished mat and sat down on the porch to meet a guest I had not expected at all.

"Well, how's it still bateman with Arfa?" todong Deya's. That question I've been expecting before because that's what he's always asking whenever we meet. Bored.

"Still."

Deya and her mother sneered.

"Where is there no shame in bateman being close to someone's future husband?"

"As long as you don't sin, why be ashamed?" challenge me with a flat and relaxed tone. I lift my chin with my fingers.

In my heart I cursed. Should be the embarrassed person who claimed I had been proposed even though the man did not want to have a relationship with him.

"How do you know where Arfa is now?"

"Ngana. Fiancee should know better than friends."

Both were offended by my retort. But I can't argue because that's the logic that should be. It's strange to admit fiancee but not know where her future husband is.

"Where are you hiding Arfa?"

"I think Arfa's dead stuff can be hidden. Just search for a home. Just find out for yourself if Arfa's here."

Mama stroked my back and gestured with the blink of an eye to be quiet or not to respond cynically.

"Don't misunderstand me, honey. They just meant to ask you if you know where Arfa is now. Is that so, Mama Deya?" said mama with her gentle tone.

Sometimes I get upset with my mom who is too patient. Still be nice to people who clearly come looking for things with him.

"Ngana had a polite and tempramental son. Deserve old Tarada who wants to propose."

Uh, Sompret. The mouth should be gagged with chili pepper jablai. Inverted. Those words should have been more worthy to say themselves.

You shameless brat. Where there is courtesy of people who come to other people's homes for nanya where her fiance while angry and insulting the host.

Thankfully I was lazy to talk. If there were no mama, I would have answered her words with a much more scathing satire.

"To our knowledge Arfa moved to Obi Island because there he got a better position. Is Arfa not saying goodbye to your family?"

Ah, mama's been talking too long. Why ask Arfa saying goodbye or not to her fake fiance family. They asked here for sure because they didn't know. If they knew it, they would have met Arfa without coming to insult me here.

The two children looked at each other. Looks a little surprised because it does not know where Arfa has been lately.

"You know the address?"

"No. Just try calling her number."

"Our phone is blocked. Change blocked numbers again."

Cih, shameless. It's like the fraudster's number is blocked continuously. I want to laugh at his stupidity. They do not realize that his speech is the same as opening their own disgrace.

"That's it. If Arfa does not want to be contacted do not have to force. Accept the truth" I said casually. I feel in the wind. Actually I could have put out a more hurtful insult. But nevermind. I know their hearts may be hurting.

"How we tara pushy, who'd pay his family's debt if not Arfa. He should not have run away. He said he had a lot of money but wouldn't pay his parents' debts."

Oh apparently true gossip mama-mama rempong who said the Arfa family owed Deya family. Arfa is his guarantee. Must marry Deya. I laughed in my heart. Poor thing, they should have known from the start that Arfa must have rejected the deal. He is not responsible for what is not his decision.

"Sorry, Mama Deya! Mama Deya should finish this business with the Arfa family. Talk carefully about how the solution. We don't know anything about other people's debts and have absolutely no relationship with the Arfa family."

"Deya will definitely marry Arfa. Sa just wanted to say, keep the girls not close to the prospective husband of people."

"They're just friends."

"There are pure male women friends." denied Deya guaranteed by his mother.

Mama nodded because she wanted to avoid the debate. "You know Arfa's moving to Obi Island. He never came to our house again. Maybe Deya can catch up to the island of Obi if you want to meet Arfa." suggested mama.

Both silent. Either run out of words or secretly embarrassed about bumping into the wrong person.

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