LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

MY GRANDMOTHER (2)

This house is too big and luxurious for me. The guest bedroom that I occupied was almost half the size of our house. Comfortable atmosphere. The window of the room faces a tropical garden that is very neatly arranged. When I first opened the window this morning there were 2 sparrows that perched on the palm tree presenting me the morning song. The atmosphere reminded me of Aga and the 2 magpies still in the aviary in my yard. I miss their greeting. Hopefully Mama and Fifi take good care of him as long as I'm gone.

This room has a air conditioner that smells fresh like citrus. The mattress is wide and very soft. I am so hard to sleep. Be aware. From birth I slept on a wooden cot that was only made of pandan mats. Rather than sleepless, I spent the night reading, writing articles and sorting out which photos and videos were interesting enough to upload until my eyes got really sleepy and fell asleep on their own.

Waking up in the morning can immediately take a bath with warm water and super fragrant soap. Breakfast has been available at the table since 6 a.m. I'm really a spoiled kid here.

After breakfast grandma told bi Siti to unpack my personal belongings that are still stored in the backpack and move them into the closet. Once my grandmother's dominance until my personal items must also be arranged in such a way.

Masabodolah. Maybe grandma wants every corner of her house tidy. I have to understand Grandma and follow all her rules while I'm here. I know Grandma is nice and loves me. Everything he does is the best for me.

By noon Grandma came back into my room to check if everything was neat. His eyes carefully looked at the details of every corner of the room. Not only that, this time grandma took my heart by thanking me for the gift of my handmade pandan bag.

"Thank you yes. Your pandan bag is good, Fifa. Grandma's day after tomorrow will go to Diany's wedding."

Thank God, my sacrifice was not in vain. Grandma likes my pandan bag and will be used to the party. I am so happy to hear it.

"Tomorrow where are you going, honey?"

"Kak Syarif ngajak around Makassar."

"Grandma's coming along."

I answered with a smile.

"Does grandma come?"

I hurriedly hugged her afraid that Grandma misunderstood. People say, the hearts of grandmothers are very sensitive. Must be guarded once his feelings. "Of course not, Grandma. Fifa would rather have a grandmother. We can be family time." I said in a spoiled tone.

Grandma kissed my cheek again. "Grandmother is so happy to have a granddaughter. Especially as beautiful as you."

Well, grandma's compliments make me float. Very flattered said beautiful by his own grandmother who used her beauty has not faded until she was almost 80 years old.

"The family is predominantly male. Grandma has 3 kids. All men. Badarudin Syam's first child died as a teenager in a motorcycle accident. The second son of your father Ahmad Syarif who after graduating IAIN even went to dakwah to the interior and kecantol your mam then decided to live in the forest. My uncle Hasanudin Syam's youngest son only had a son. Grandma never knew that Sharif had a daughter. The last news Sharif had 3 boys, his name is Sofwan, Salman and Affan. After his dispute with your grandfather and uncle, your father never spoke to us again. Grandma missed him for years. It turns out he's gone before his mother."

So, my father was at odds with Hasan's grandfather and uncle. What problems? I want to know but I don't want to look too pussy. Just patience. One day, Grandma will tell me. I still have a week here. I better tell you how the history of my brothers who were known by their names by their grandmothers.

"Sofwan's brother died as a child. Said people eaten river crocodiles. Fifa himself never knew what the elder sister of Fifa looked like because the incident occurred before Fifa was born. Affan's sister died of heat illness. Meanwhile, Salman went to join the study program of one of the jungle school activists in Java and until now has not returned home and has never been preaching again. Without baba now we just stay three at home. All girls."

"That's why you need to move here, Fifa. Let us be close and strengthen each other." Grandma again launched her mission to persuade us to move to Makassar.

"We're used to being independent, Grandma."

Grandma smiled blandly.

"Mama married again after Baba's death. But his life isn't getting better, it's getting harder. Maybe because baba is not sincere." I said while grinning to spill the unkempt that inhabited my head long ago.

The wrinkled forehead of the grandmother is wrinkled even more. Seemed disappointed to hear my story like I was disappointed with the decision of the mother.

"Now my mom is not getting married again. In heaven, my mother will remain my wife. Nothing can replace the love of baba in this world." added me again with a reassuring tone.

Our conversation had to stop. Bi Ika walked into the room reminding the grandmother of the time to take medicine and take a break during the day. Grandma also paid back to her room with encouraged bi Ika.

I went back to my laptop. Just prank. Not for work. Just watch a video vlog and monitor the progress of the viewer and subscriber vlog that I made. Pretty good anyway. I think the target next month should be able to monetize and can silver button.

Dear God, thank you for these few days good luck and kindness are always present for me.

Tok to tok. The door is knocked from the outside.

"Sorry, Non Fifa. Can I come in?"

"Please."

Bi Siti opened the door and then entered with a few paper bags of luxurious design. I'm not interested to know what it is and what it's brought here for.

"I was asked by my mother to make clothes for non-Fifa."

"Lo, it's done." I protested.

Bi Siti showed me the pouch she was carrying. "There should be a courier coming. I ordered new clothes at her subscription boutique for non Fifa. He said he was told to be heated and hung in the closet."

I bengong. Is this a surprise or what? Buying new clothes from the store? Why didn't Grandma say yes?

I just let bi Siti hang the clothes and then sprayed with fragrance and rubbed the steam iron before put in the closet. The other clothes were treated the same. At home, I rarely wear clothes. I deliberately choose clothes whose material is not easily tangled. Life's simple. Anti-ribbon. The clothes should not be as slippery as Jim's clothes.

"All members of this family should dress neatly and fragrantly, Non." Once the answer bi Siti why all my clothes should be given fragrances and irons.

Alright. This must be grandma's will. I'll just come along. I just have to take it right. No need to do it yourself. All this was done by a house assistant. What to protest. It's her house. I'm just a guest here. The guest must follow the rules of the house. What Grandma did for the common good. Maybe grandma is embarrassed if there are family members who look beyond the standards set. Fifi was right, grandma is not a village like us. His standard of living was different and I had to be able to adjust to my status as his granddaughter. Don't let me embarrass Grandma.

I didn't expect my baba's family to be any random person. Judging from the house and the many employees who work to take care of this house, the wealth of this family must be very much. About what reason and motivation baba left all these luxuries and chose to live in simplicity in a forest far from modern civilization. Just because of love for mom? That reason is not strong enough. A wife, especially the type of obedient woman like mama, will certainly come wherever her husband lives. If Baba decides to stay in Makassar, mama will definitely come along.

What kind of disagreement is going on between Hasan's grandfather, baba and uncle? So many questions in my mind about my past that he never told me.

By late afternoon, the house was crowded by the arrival of 2 of my cousins living in Jakarta. Aunty Marina is busy making dishes for the welcome of her 2 children who are said to rarely go home. Grandma said, Gufron works to take care of grandfather heritage companies in Jakarta. Married and had a child. Imron is still studying at one of the most prestigious private universities.

They were picked up by the family driver at the airport. When we met just shake hands and a little stale. My two cousins were not friendly enough. Know for myself that I am a closed and hard-nosed person. If people don't welcome me, I will do the same. Better shut up and forget it.

"The son of Daeng Sharif there is a woman apparently." Gufron's comment sounded a bit cynical.

"Yes. His last two daughters, me and the youngest Fifi."

"Ooh."

They obviously don't like sisters very much. Unlike the grandmother who is very happy to have a granddaughter.

They went straight into his room upstairs. Dinner was not visible. I don't have much communication with the people in this house except Grandma. It was my goal to visit Grandma. Care deeply about them. It should be religiously my uncle and two cousins counted guardians who should protect and take responsibility for my life after the baba left.