LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

EARLY MORNING PHONE CALL

That night I who was exhausted still had to finish the woven pandan bag of mama Moli's order to be taken tomorrow morning. Forced to have to overtime until the early hours because many affairs are outside the plan such as the return of Aga, the arrival of Andi and other affairs. Kapok kapok kapok kapok. Next time I won't take a forced order like this. It was so torturous and exhausting. I can't lower the quality of the webbing on the grounds that the production is in a hurry. Nor can we buy time which consequently can violate the commitments we have agreed to. I don't want to do it until the early hours.

Ting. Gawaiku. The message in the middle of the night was curious. I immediately put the pandan bag that happened to have just finished me neatly on the table.

Um, a message from a new number I don't know.

Just ignore. Usually messages from unknown numbers are just garbage. Whether product ads, gift messages that are ultimately fraudulent or stray messages that are not clear juntrungannya.

I turned off the living room lights and went to the bedroom with the device in hand. I am tired of my body. My eyes are sleepy too. I have to go to bed because usually my head hurts tomorrow if I lack sleep. I am not a workaholic and used to sleeping enough 6 - 8 hours a day.

I read the message from the unknown number on the way to bed.

Fifa, tomorrow to the office at 16:30 WIT yes.Firdaus Sanjaya-

Geez, midnight the young boss sent a message just for an order to come to his office. You crazy boss. Somehow it feels to be an employee who has a boss like this. Brother Hisham must have extra patience to face a boss who likes to play orders without knowing this time.

Sensitized the desire to reply to the message with a request to reschedule the meeting so that Andi can accompany me. But akh .. lazy. My fingers are not moving. Tomorrow we will talk again. It was early morning and I had to go to bed. Sleepy heavy.

After turning off the lights, I immediately threw myself into a wooden bed with pandan mats. I put my salary on the little table next to the bed.

Soon the device lit up and rang loudly.

Just disturb. Who called this early morning. Disrespectful. Don't know it's people's hours of bed rest. I grumbled in annoyance but I also picked up the phone from the unknown number.

"Why do you read it?"

I kept the device out of my ear, surprised to hear his voice. Without greeting directly asked with a tone of protest. Everyone must be upset to get a phone call at midnight that models like this.

I intentionally did not respond. I just let the man have no manners with his own assumptions and thoughts. Hopefully he realizes that his behavior interferes with the rest of others. I don't know what that means. Problems as small as that until it needs to be discussed by disrupting people's sleep hours.

"I know you're still literate, Fifa. Why wasn't my message answered?" He still complains about the same thing. This time his tone decreased slightly and sounded sweeter in the ears.

"Sorry, I'm sleepy. It's sleep, brother. Can't we just talk about it in the morning?"

"What a hard answer okay. It's just two letters. O and K."

My hands are gone. Typing 2 letters is not able to. He wanted to reply with that word but the one that came out in the mouth even said, "I'm sorry."

I don't know, the magic is so powerful. Though obviously my heart is still upset with his behavior, but why am I the one who apologized.

Bray laughed softly. It sounded like celebrating a small victory. "Came in time. My schedule's tight."

Very authoritarian indeed. Busy-ass. Who needs to meet in a hurry. I don't agree with the offer. There is no right at all to rule me that way. I am a free man, not an officer or a man.

"Re-schedule then." I replied coldly and tightly. Along with the cold night breeze that entered through the cracks of the walls of our home board, my brain felt more frozen. Tired and sleepy overpowered me.

"Eh, don't delay. Must be tomorrow, Fifa. That kindness cannot be delayed."

I'm just saying it because I'm lazy to argue. I don't understand what kindness means. CSR for conservation may be just mischief so that the image of the company is considered good by the community.

My eyes are 5 watts. I was really sleepy and wanted nothing but sleep.

"OKAY. I'll wait in the office tomorrow. Have a good night, Fifa. What a beautiful dream." She hung up the phone with a sweet tone and a chattering voice that made my heart suddenly blossom.

I replied by saying the same word to him but the phone was closed.

I forget, the boss never speaks both ways. The sentence he spoke contained only commands and notifications that did not need to be responded to. His behavior was like a ghost jailangkung, came uninvited home not delivered. I like his heart. My answer is not important to him at all. Basic perp. Her sweet-sweet behavior sucks.

I put the device on the table again. The clock has shown at 1 am. Bray's voice still sounded fresh in the early hours. Either you wake up from sleep or still move in the early hours of this day.

"Good sleep, Fifa. A beautiful dream." The sweet voice and words kept ringing in his head. Maybe that's how the magical waves work affects my brain.

My eyes that were originally dim are now even difficult to be closed even though my position has been lying comfortably. The lights have gone out too. The sound of insects at night in the distance disturbed the loneliness of the morning.

Just this time there was a man other than baba who said good-bye and made my heart filled with flowers remembering her sweet smile. My God, I'm a kangen baba. I miss the story at bedtime. I miss holding her hand on our hair or our back as a lullaby. Usually me and Fifi scramble to both rub his hair or back to sleep.

Baba had tried her fair share of using both hands to caress her two envious daughters. But we still fight a lot. The reason is trivial, both want to be stroked using the right hand.

"I don't want to be taken with my left hand" Fifi said as she glared at me.

"I don't want to either." I returned with the same tongue and the same eyes.

"Left hand is common for a midget. I don't want to be wiped with my left hand."

We are both determined not to lose. Finally Baba pulled her hand and stopped stroking the two.

"Baba's hands are only 2, right and left. If no one wants to give up baba don't want to wipe your back again." Baba was angry and prepared to leave us.

I'm walking towards Fifi. Vice versa.

"Don't go, Ba! Fifa is okay to wipe with my left hand." I said with a spoiled smile. Fifi soared happily because she felt like she was winning.

"But later when Fifi is asleep, Fifa is rubbed with 2 hands yes, Ba." I whispered softly near the ear of baba.

As a brother I must often give up, but with certain tricks I actually benefit. By pretending I won a lot of other things that Fifi sometimes unconscious or even do not know knowing. Hahaha.that's my sneaky.