LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

REVERT

Bray's gonna be in office here. Whether it's good news or bad news for me. Whether the disease will often recur if the more often meet the owner of the magical smile. I don't know any news about him at all because he never had a direct contact with him or the company. The last status I heard from Arfa, Firdaus Sanjaya aka Bray is the son of the largest shareholder in the company who has not graduated from abroad. His position is assistant marketing director at headquarters. Did Bray do the succession that quickly replace his father as CEO of the company?

Not long asked in my brain, brother Hisham came in a hurry by riding a dirt bike to the river where we sat talking.

"Sorry, Bray. You are asked to return to the office immediately. There's a guest waiting."

It turns out that my guess is correct, the CEO's whereabouts are never really alone. There remains a hidden escort from a certain distance. The assistant knew exactly where we were. I didn't see the man holding a communication device at all.

Shortly after Hisham's arrival, 2 well-built men in black safari outfits walk behind him. It is likely that the two men who had been secretly escorting Bray from a certain distance. The two tailed Bray without using a vehicle and stopped at a certain distance while watching over his employer. Obviously I saw in his pocket a device, while his hand was holding a handy talky as a communication tool. They must have told Bray's whereabouts to Hisham.

I remember the death of my beloved parrot. Is it possible that Bray's bodyguards were carrying poisoned bows and arrows? They are well-trained bodyguards and can operate in silence. Did their arrows kill my veins?

My blood began to rise to the head with a high enough pressure. My head hurts. The thought was like wanting to blow the head off.

Huffh ... I took a slow breath while saying Istigfar and stroking my chest. I tried to get rid of that thought so as not to hijack the work of my brain and heart. Quickly remember again mama's message that I must make destiny without vengeance.

"I have no promises to anyone. Today is the red day, the independence day holiday. All offices are closed. I also want to be free. No business business. Just tell the guests to go home. Tell me I'm on break." Bray shook his hand to expel Hisham and his two guards. Presumably he was a little angry because he felt his privacy was disturbed by the actions of his men.

"This is no ordinary business guest, Bray." Hisham replied with a smile and a blink of an eye.

Bray scrunched his forehead. Maybe try hard to remember if there is a promise that was missed.

"I have said that today mas Bray there are activities commemorating independence day with ceremonies and the release of birds. Finish the ceremony Bray go on vacation to the forest. But he was disappointed because his surprise failed. He doesn't want to know and isn't willing to wait long. Gotta meet now. That's why I was forced to pick up Bray as soon as possible."

"If you can't handle it, call the police. I still want to talk to Afifa about plans for a conservation foundation" he said in a haughty and arbitrary style. Both hands are folded on the chest.

"Our conversation is over, Brother Bray." I'm honest.

Bray turned his head towards me with glaring eyes, "YET. You haven't answered willingly or not" he argued fiercely.

Why is the answer so fierce? I speak honestly as is. There's nothing important to talk about. This person really did have 2 opposing faces. I have to be careful. May be amazed, but do not get caught up in the game of his emotions. His communication and acting skills were far above mine.

"So, Brother Bray said I could answer later." I reminded him again by lowering his tone of voice and smile as it is.

According to mama, facing a powerful person does not have to be by fighting. Let no one word offend or demean even if we speak the truth. That could be fatal. I therefore tried to remind Bray with a gentle tone and a compassionate expression. I deliberately bowed my head to look weak and helpless. But my tail is still always on her, curious to wait for her reaction to the new tricks I learned from my mom.

The disappointed sharpness was instantly engraved on the oval face with a strong jawline. It makes me smile wide. Bray's facial expression looked cute like a child sulking due to being bullied during his playtime.

Hisham pulls his boss' hand and whispers something into his ear which makes him look a little jolted. A second later his eyes and face were red. I stepped back, afraid to be the target of his anger.

"How did she catch up with me in the woods like this?" sullenly.

Ooh, it doesn't seem like I'm the girl who made her growl. Maybe the guest who was considered disturbing was a woman.

"I don't know, Bray. Suddenly a helicopter landed in front of the office and he appeared shouting to call the name of Bray. He meant surprise, but he was disappointed and careless because Bray wasn't there. Bray's best meet first. Only Bray can control his behavior. His family owns a 20% stake in the company. We could've been fired for no reason if it was considered to be a defiant owner."

Bray clenched his hands. Jaw hardens. "They have 20% to look for things only." grumbled slowly.

Hmm, I don't understand who the guest is. Surely the female guest was a corporate important person until everyone was subject to her orders, not least the young CEO.

"okay." Bray seemed resigned to agree with the words of his assistant to immediately meet his guests at the office.

"Tomorrow to come to the office. We discussed the legality and work plan of the foundation" he said in a somewhat threatening tone. He pointed his index finger right in front of my face.

I stepped back. Not answering even with one signal. Not assented. Nor say no. Just be silent like a statue.

Bray jumped up quickly on the dirt bike, sitting behind Hisham who immediately went across the bike using a tough pacul tire. The sturdy wheel is most suitable for use on uneven ground road terrain such as the road that must be passed. The noise was strong leaving a puff of smoke mixed with dust. The two bodyguards in black safari uniforms smiled faintly at me then swiftly turned their bodies and ran after his master.

Ahh, the sun is high. I have to go home to see the cockatoo and the stone magpie in the aviary. I hope all three are okay. I also have to finish the woven tote bag exclusive design customer orders that yesterday forced to pay dp so that tomorrow the order bag must be ready to be taken because he will use it at the wedding party of his relatives in the town.

I hurried to leave the river. I picked up our plastic trash bag that Bray left behind because he looked panicked and rushed. I have to throw it in the trash or process it so as not to pollute the environment.

"Sir Fifa, up." Fifi stopped her motorcycle that happened to be passing by at a crossroads not far from our house. He's still in a white uniform.

"Cock just got home?"

"Watch an art performance and various competitions typical of independence day first."

"What race are you in?"

"Joget balloon."

"Whose partner?"

"Gerald."

"Win?"

"The sound of hope."

I laughed, "Wish of hope or just hope to be a champion?"

"really. Got the lunch box prize." he explained while parking his motorcycle next to the veranda.

It wasn't 2 minutes before we got home. The starving Fifi hurriedly changed clothes and took the lunch menu that mom had prepared in the kitchen. While I went wudhu continued to pray dzuhur. Finished praying I took the remaining woven pandan leaf bag of the unfinished aunt Moli order. I continued my work while looking at the aviary on the veranda of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Beautiful. How are you?"

I was surprised. I saw Aga perched on a branch of a nutmeg tree beside the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Aga ... You ...?"

"Pretty. Well-favoured. How are you?"

"I'm good, thank God. Have you eaten, Aga?"

Aga perched on my arm. I can't believe it, it's this cool. The intelligent bird knows the way to get here. Why did he come back so soon? Does he not want to be released?

"Aren't you with Ima?" My eyes rolled here and there but I didn't see Ima in any corner.

"Krea."

"Is Ima okay?"

The bird stumbled. I don't know exactly what that means but I'm guessing they might have parted ways because they didn't love each other. May Ima be well and happy to live in the wild.

"Propap. Tidings."

"What news? About Ima?"

"Creak. Creak."

I was confused to interpret what Aga meant. All I could do was pet the feathers of Aga's head that were bright red. Aga is silent. He seemed to be enjoying my arms. I'm glad Aga came back and wish Ima happy freedom in the forest. One day they will find their partner.

"You want to go back to living in the aviary?"

Aga's head stumbled. I mean the bird is reluctant to live in nature.

Such is the story of Aga on his independence day. Aga chose to return for fear or reluctance to live in the wild. Maybe because he was born in captivity and has a benign character so prefers to live spoiled with humans rather than living freely in the wild. Or it's just a matter of less adaptation time as I thought. Whatever the case may be, I'm temporarily reinserting Aga in the aviary with a pair of stone magpies and a white cockatoo inside.