LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

MORNING TALK

I waited for the man's next reaction by leaning on the door I had closed and locking it with the key of the slop from inside the house. The dug dug dug. The sound of footsteps came approaching the veranda. My heart was a little was. But the move came to a halt before arriving near the door. Maybe he doubted. Seconds by seconds minutes passed by without any sound other than the sighing of breath, the sound of night insects and the whirring of the wind. I remained silent on my position. The man did nothing either. I don't know how many minutes I finally heard the sound of footsteps away from my house.

Thank God, I breathed a sigh of relief. The man still had the pride of not troublemaking tonight. I was still upset and did not understand what the purpose was to come and tell my guests that I was stressed since I was left behind by baba. I can still think completely sane. Precisely because I was sane I dared to live alone in a baba heritage house for almost 4 years.

I stepped out of the front room into my bedroom. Immediately I lay myself on the wooden bed with the pandan mat. My memory hovers over the events of this afternoon where we met Ms. Wen on our way home from the garden. He reported that the village head wanted to refer to his mother. But my mother answered no at that moment. Didn't Mama Wen pass that on to her husband?

"The young widow of the next village su refused the father's proposal. He chose to become a deposit of younger Javanese miners and the money is clearly more. Married the contract she said." reported mama Wen in a fiery tone.

Mama did not respond except with a smile without meaning because she did not care at all about it.

"Bapak said he regretted divorcing ngana. I want to talk again, he said."

"Sa is happier alone, Brother Wen."

"It's not good to be widowed. Even though it's old but ngana is still pretty anyway."

"Say to the father, sa tara would like to refer." said mama slowly greeted the disappointed face of mama Wen.

"But we remain brothers, sister Wen." continued mama Wen comforted mama not to be too disappointed with her decision.

"How can you not need a man to protect your family?"

"Enough God is my seat, Brother Wen. I am old and have no wealth. Who would steal in my house."

"But ngana still has 2 girls."

"They are independent, Brother Wen. Enough to take care of yourself."

Mama Wen nodded. His eyes looked at me sharply as if accusing me of changing my mindset.

"Well, aren't you getting married yet, Fifa?"

"Just pray, mama Wen." I replied diplomatically.

Mama Wen threw away her face. He already dislikes me who is considered a proud and stubborn child. Unlike the gentle and compassionate mother. So he turned his attention again to mama, "How much can you do with copra this harvest season?"

"Alhamdulillah. Send rice to Wen's house if you get money from selling copra."

Mama Wen smiled broadly at the sweet promise. Mama never forgets to share with people she thinks are brothers. There are other people's rights in our crops that may not be how much. But we believe there are more blessings when we sincerely share. I never had a problem with that even though I didn't really like the nature of mama Wen who likes to use mama. Mom's right to use her own money. I myself do not expect wages even though I helped mama cultivate copra and cultivate our coconut plants.

That night I slept until the morning and did not tell at all the arrival of the village head father to mama or Fifi who had fallen asleep exhausted. Unimportant. But in the morning he came back home after mom and Fifi left for the garden and went to school.

"Where's mama?"

"Have gone to the garden. There are still workers who smoke copra" I replied as I lit the water to fill a small pond that was in the aviary.

"Ngana ....?"

"Sa will be leaving for quite some time to the garden after feeding our birds and livestock. Mama departs between Fifi on a honda." cut me who had thought about where the direction of the conversation father. I don't want to be considered an ungodly child who would let mama work in the garden without helping at all.

"Work relationship. Sa's been asked to take care of the bird conservation foundation."

"That's all?"

"What do you hope for?"

"Mr Kira ngana has a personal relationship. The villagers say they're mine workers' deposits."

"Is there any evidence? Is it wrong to have a personal relationship?"

"Tara." He shook off the wind with his hand.

After the small pond in the aviary is filled enough water I lock the aviary door with a padlock then go to the back of the house to feed the goats and chickens while cleaning the cage.

As usual, the first thing I do in the back cage is collect the filth of cattle scattered under the cage with a broomstick. The dirt is put together with the waste leaves in one hole where we used to process organic fertilizers. You're still following my steps but it's not helping at all.

"Please persuade mom to refer. You admit wrong has been hard on mom."

"Sa can't talk to mom."

"Try it! Mama must have heard that there was no talk. We divorced because my mom was too scared. Now I promise I will no longer interfere in business. Ngana is free to get married anytime and with any greeting. You actually support to hang out with big people like Firdaus Sanjaya."

Apparently this guy was fascinated by my guest post and money last night. That's why this morning I tried to have a four-eye dialogue with me. Talking in the morning is not our habit. Morning is the time to start working. After all, the man refused to greet me. I'm same. There was never a match between us. I had thought there must be some hidden interest other than wanting to refer to my mom.

"Sa can't promise anything, Father." I replied flatly.

Father was watching me work squatting near a nutmeg tree. I'm actually very uncomfortable, but not until the heart drives him away. He is the village head.

I continued my work feeding the chicken with bran mixed with rice last night. Ciap ciap chicks who just hatched a week ago look carefree hunting food that I just put on the food place.

"Father will be happy if the mine owner's son wants to come to propose. Let's not have a lot of bad talk about ngana."

For a moment I stopped the activity of cutting the branches of the lamtoro tree for goat food. I held my scythe tightly. It turns out true my guess, he had another mission besides hoping to refer to mama. The mission is too impossible. How could he assume I had a special relationship with the subsidiary owner of the mining company. Doesn't he think I'm who.

"We only have a working relationship. No more." I said coldly.

"What is the work for him. It has nothing to do with bird keeping with mining activities. You know it's just your wits."

Lazy to explain the concept of the green company that I just understood yesterday from my guests to my father. The villagers are what they see every day. If you work in a mining company in addition to being an administrative staff, you become a heavy equipment operator. Mining activities that have been seen by villagers are clearing land and dredging land to find certain minerals which are then processed in a large factory located in the front of the mine area. All the activities of the miners were not seen to be in contact with bird conservation at all.

I choose silence.

"That's it. Ngana pepet continues to be the son of the mine owner. Father saw he was interested in ngana. So the mistress while she's here doesn't matter either. Our lives must be prosperous. No more need to be tired of taking care of livestock, gardening and weaving mats."

The short-sightedness turned out to be the thought of my former stepfather. I want to smash this scythe into his mouth until it's torn. Thankfully, my common sense still works. Can't attack a man first even if his mouth is sharper than a scythe.

I took a deep breath while underlining what his intention was to invite me to speak with four eyes like this. Not just wanting to refer to my mom, he intended to take advantage of himself after last night seeing my good relationship with Bray. This cannot happen and will not happen.