LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

DIVORCE

It turns out that having a communication tool is fun. The principle of using an object depends on the mentality of the user. For example, a sharp knife, for butchers is an important work tool to facilitate the work of cutting meat. But in the hands of the wrong person, a knife can be a tool to kill the lives of others. Likewise with devices, it can have a bad effect or good depending on the user.

Through the device given by Hisham I got many things that I had never expected before. In addition to the knowledge of bird care from the content and writing of bird lovers, through communication with them I found a community where to share knowledge about birds. By joining the group I know many new friends of fellow bird lovers from all over Indonesia. The characters are diverse but united by the same love.

My world is getting more colorful.

I who have been arguably less social, now have many virtual friends who can be invited to discuss and share. Especially those related to the world of birds.

Brother Hisham salut quickly progress Aga and Ima skills in terms of speech. Within a month the red head parrot had managed to recite 2 words, namely Assalamu'alaikum and beautiful.

Proud not at all now I every out of the door of the house immediately welcomed the words, "Assalamu'alaikum, Beautiful."

I was like floating in the air when I heard it. It was like being given a special tiara from heaven.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ganteng." replied Brother Hisham while in style waving a sissy-style roadside.

We both immediately chuckled.

The presence of sister Hisham who every week monitor the development of animals she entrusted did not escape the monitoring of gossip mama mama rempong. He was there only to document our development of rare bird conservation. Absolutely never entered into our house which almost all the time only inhabited by female creatures.

Last week, Hisham added a white cockatoo that had previously been wounded by a bullet as a new occupant of the aviary.

A group of mama-mama-mama-rempong kept watching us from the yard of Mama Hika's house which was located just to the left of the house. From the time he came, taking photos and videos until the time he came home the mama mama group was still there watching us.

"Sstt, that mama's mama has been watching us since."

"Mama's mama's not working."

"For sure."

"Then I go straight home. Afraid of slander. Do not forget to report the development of aviary residents at least 2 x week via video. Sa won't come here often. Worried that mama's group misunderstood."

"good. Ready, boss" I put my body firmly on the forehead like a soldier saluting his commander.

Brother Hisham is relatively rare to visit the aviary, but the basic mama-mama rumour mixed slander that developed in the community is so wild that mama was reprimanded by the village head father related to this problem.

The wood wall of my house so witness how that night they quarreled about me for the umpteenth time.

"Fifa must be married immediately. The boy is old enough. Other girls his age already had many children." Dad re-opened the conversation on the classic issue they had discussed the night before.

"I don't agree. Fifa doesn't want to get married. Let us not force him. Let her marry a loved one and love him sincerely." answered the mother softly for trying to make the dispute unheard of by others.

Brakes. I heard the sound of wood being hit hard. I almost fell in shock.

"I'm tired of hearing people talk about the boy" said the father in a loud voice like lightning.

"He's a good boy."

"What's good if it's sugar people's husband's sugar."

"Astagfirullah, you can accuse my son as cruel as father." Mom's voice sounded stuck. So heavy. I can't imagine how my mom felt because my heart felt slashed.

"It's not me who's accusing, but the people out there."

Mom's voice sounded high. The incision in his heart must have produced a deep pain and wound. I've never heard my mother speak in such a high tone. My mom is the most patient woman I have ever known. His voice is soft and good at holding back emotions.

"Why slander do you believe? I testify Fifa was a good boy. Every day of the night I tagged Fifa, not one bit I saw a bad scene that violated norms and ethics. From waking up to sleeping again, he can't escape my vision. I know very well its bad."

I set my hunting breaths, while they were momentarily silent. Maybe they are just like me, regulating emotions to not explode. Wood walls aren't good enough to be silencers. Moreover, there is a gap between one wooden board with another. The wind could blow carrying sounds from inside the house out. While we know, our next-door neighbor is a hobby of gossiping.

"From his friend named Hisham." replied the mother firmly.

"Workers at the mining company?"

There was not yet a voice of my mother that I heard to answer that question, but my father had lined it up with another question that was more hurtful.

"What is the basis for which his friend gave an expensive bird and gave a large cage with a nice garden in the front yard of the house? That's expensive. You knew?"

"They were conducting bird conservation experiments and asked Fifa to take care of the birds that would be released in the forest. Since childhood, Fifa has loved birds. That's why he was so sad when his best friend's parrot died from the same poison arrow that killed his baba."

"Reason. There must be a barter over all that. It is impossible for anyone to give expensive birds, luxurious cages and expensive mobile phones for free. There must be a reverse. I'm sure it's a payment so candy that mine worker."

"Shut up! You can't insult my son that instant. I gave birth to her. I raised him. I know what he does day by day. She was happy to be the bird's nurse. You have no right to interfere and ruin his happiness." Mom's screeching sounds heartbreaking. My ears are sliced.

"Basic son of a fucking carrier!"

HIC. My heart almost stopped beating. My body is limp as boneless.

Me? Damn bearers? My stepfather also considered me a unlucky carrier. Why does everyone hate me? What wrong?

"Don't you ever say my son is an unlucky bearer. You have no right to him at all. You're not his father. You never gave him a bite of rice. All over the earth I'm not sincere you despise my son that quickly."

"That's the reality, right? Ever since she lived here you've been a dissident's wife. For her sake, you decide for yourself the big decision on this house."

"This is my home, not yours. This house was given to replace my late husband's farm, not your gift. I have the right to change this house without permission because you don't have a hand in this house." Mama's getting worse. No matter what the fight was heard that night by the neighbors.

Plaque. Plaque. My cheeks ached at the thought of my mother's two white cheeks being slapped hard.

"From this moment I'm divorcing you."

"Thank God, I accept this divorce. From this very second you have no right to set foot in this house."

The mama? That patient figure is so brave to oppose my husband for my sake? Oh myGod. My head's dizzy. Helpme! Helpme!

I groaned without a sound.

Brakes. The sound of the door being slammed violently. There were footsteps in a hurry to die in our house.

I waited for the footsteps to move away until they were not heard at all. After my body was quite normal, I went out of the room and went to my mother's room which was located on the front side of our house. I found the beautiful woman who now had a grim face sitting on the edge of the bed with tears.

I immediately hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry Fifa, Ma! Forgive Fifa!"

"Nothing to forgive."

"For Fifa mama's fight."

"It's not because of you. I was just looking for a reason to divorce my mom. Though originally he will marry a young widow from the next village."

Did ya?

Mama tightened her embrace. "From you you learn how to dare to choose what makes us happy. This marriage deserves to end because my mother was never happy with this marriage" whispered mama. His voice was firm, there was no doubt in it at all.

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Thank you for accompanying Afifa all this time. Don't forget the support.