LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

THE NOTARY OFFICE

The next morning I was at my grandmother's house. I opened the room window curtain when the light outside was still dim. The sun shone coyly, not yet fully revealed itself. The rooster's crow sounded in the distance. This large house began to feel increasingly quiet even though its inhabitants increased. Breakfast at the dinner table was only attended by grandma, uncle and me. Uncle's wife and son are invisible. I feel guilty, whether my presence makes things like this.

"Where's Marlina?" ask Grandma with a fierce face.

"Still asleep, Mama. He said his head was dizzy. Maybe it's in the wind."

Grandma sneered as if she could not believe the answer. He took a fork and a knife to start a breakfast of meat-filled bread with a vegetable salad.

"Gufron?"

"It's gone early in the morning to see his business colleagues."

"Imron?" Grandma was passing on Uncle Hasan's family members one by one.

"Still asleep. He just got home at dawn."

"You as the head of the family must be firm. Make sure all family members have breakfast at 6:30."

Uncle Hasan did not answer.

I cut my meat loaf the same way Grandma cut her meat loaf. I'm trying to learn how to eat gracefully like grandma. All of his attitudes and behavior were well noticed. Not too concerned with the reaction of uncle when getting firm advice from grandmother because it is considered less able to educate his family. Wonder. Even though he is an educator.

There was no warmth I felt from this family other than that grandmother who was so expecting my presence. I'm starting to miss going home. I miss mama's cooking and being together at breakfast and dinner together. Miss Aga and the birds that never get tired of entertaining my barrel.

At 8 am Andi Syarif has arrived at the courtyard of the house with a million people car in black. I've been waiting for him on the front porch since I finished breakfast and brushed my teeth. Tired of being in a cold house. On the terrace I could look at the garden and feel the sunlight that was starting to warm up.

"Are you impatient, Fifa?" Andi greeted cheerfully. He felt he was waiting for his presence.

"Regular. Just a minute! I have to call grandma first because she wants to come."

I let Andi Syarif sit on the living room sofa and go to grandma's room.

"Mom, so come with me? Brother Syarif has come."

Grandma gestured for bi Ika to push her wheelchair. I tried to take control in place of pushing the wheelchair but Grandma refused.

"Let's just say it, Fifa."

"Bi Ika is also taking a walk?"

"should."

I'm mingkem. Not talking anymore. Just think it's okay. Maybe grandma brought an assistant because she knows more about Grandma's daily activity schedule than I do. Bi Ika must be more familiar with habits and how to treat grandma.

When stepping out of the house, there is already a pack of Rodi ready with his white SUV car. He quickly lifted up his grandmother's wheelchair. Andi ran to help. The SUV car has been designed specifically for people with disabilities such as grandmothers. There is a special space for wheelchairs so there is no need to bother folding wheelchairs when riding in a car.

"Sirif, come with us." Grandma ordered when she was in the car.

Me and Andi Syarif are both dumb and staring at each other. What the hell does this mean? Want to come with us for a walk but have to follow Grandma's orders where she leads.

I grabbed Andi's shoulder and blinked my eyes, "We'll do it, sister. Understandably, grandmothers are always right and should be respected."

Andi. He smiled thinly.

"Maybe grandma is bored at home. You should take grandma for a morning or afternoon walk to the park."

"I dare not go out of the house. Fear of getting lost or being kidnapped."

Andi chuckled at my answer.

"I thought you were brave, turned out to be a cage man."

I grinned the horse. I did not dare to leave the house. Besides still feeling strange in this city, I don't like crowds. I thought being home was more fun. Besides at home a lot of work that I can finally finish.

"Your grandmother's house is close to the city park. You can get an assistant to point the way and help you look after Grandma."

"Yes. Thanks for the advice."

"You must be a good grandson in order for your karma to be good. Later if you are as old as grandma will be reciprocated your sweet treatment by your granddaughter later."

Tumben sounds wise. As a grandchild, I may have paid little attention to my grandmother.

The SUV driving by Mr. Rodi drove into the middle of the city.

"Where are you going, brother?"

"Maybe to the Karebosi smithing or the town square. Grandmothers usually love the road to historical places. Formerly the karebosi field was a meeting center for kings, a place of friendship and socialization between the kingdoms in South Sulawesi. There are seven ancestral tombs, maybe he wants a pilgrimage." replied Andi casually.

"Usually the habits of the eleven-twelve grandmothers with her grandchildren." she quipped as she blinked one eye.

Spontaneously I hit his upper arm. Andi was always ready for my habits. The result was my painful hand and he laughed out loud.

"Eat he's got a hand at school, let's not keep stupid."

I grimaced as I stroked my sick hand slowly. Piqued. I want to be angry, but I'm wrong. Next time I have to be able to control my habits.

Grandma's car stopped at a shophouse that said notary office and PPAT.

"Why stop here?"

Andi shrugged her shoulders. We are equally confused. This is definitely not the destination of the streets. Not a museum, not a center of the crowd and not a tourist spot. Where there is a walk to the notary's office. As far as I know the office takes care of everything that deals with legal legality.

Bi Ika pushed the grandmother's wheelchair in through a specially disabled road. Mr. Rodi is escorting behind him. While me and Andi follow in the footsteps of Mr. Rodi hesitantly. No orders or notices.

"Why are we going to this office, Grandma?" I finally couldn't help but be curious.

"We're making a legal letter to you"

What legal letter? I just dealt with a notary Jim to help with the legality of the foundation. Besides, I'm not involved in any legal matters.

"What am I wrong, Grandma?"

Grandma smile.

"You should get your share of your grandmother and your father's inheritance from grandfather."

"Well, you can suddenly get rich Fifa." cried Andi loudly who made my eyes glare at him.

"Well, can you too, Grandma?" andi asked while she was grinning.

Grandma replied to him with an equally mischievous smile.

"How can the family property not fall into any marriage Sharif with Fifa." Andi approached the grandmother and spoke softly near the old woman's ear.

I glared but Andi didn't care. His eyes kept teasing me.

"Can. Be able. That's a great idea. Grandma agreed."

All the occupants of the room laughed cheerfully, except for me who was still glaring annoyed at Andi.

Huh huh? What the fuck? What a ridiculous drama I never thought would happen.

"You agree, Fifa?" ask grandma.

I answered with a head.

"Jawab agrees, Fifa. I'm a handsome guy. He has been appointed a civil servant. The future is assured. You can have a pension if I die later."

Andi's laughter came to a halt when Hasan's uncle and 2 well-dressed people walked into the room. One person in a suit and glasses first greet grandma. Followed by a neat shirt with a tie of stripes that carry a large and thick map. Uncle came in later to greet everyone present.

Only bi Ima was standing behind Grandma's wheelchair.

"introduce. This is my granddaughter, Grandfather. The son of my second son, Andi Ahmad Syarif who lives in the interior of Halmahera."

The man in the suit again greeted me, "Afifa Syarif." firmly and clearly I said my name.

"Very similar to Bu Arifah" he commented with a smile.

Grandma looks proud. The notary who was called by the name of the Great sir asked his assistant to issue files that he said were in accordance with the request of the grandmother.

I don't know where they got my identity number because I've never given it to my grandmother or any other family member in Makassar. But I read in the letters that my name, identity number, date of birth and other information is in accordance with my identity.

"Miss lives a signature here." The notary assistant guided me to the paraf on each sheet I read and affixed the signature on the last page.

Andi Syarif, Hasan's uncle and Rodi's father signed as witnesses.

"Now it's clear, Hasan. Mami has given papi inheritance rights to your sister's family. This means that from today the rent of the coastal house becomes the right of Afifa family. Likewise shares in PT Syam Agribusiness."

"I think it's too much, Mom. Brother Sharif who still has all the girls."

"That's the right your brother should have given you after papi died 5 years ago. Your dad was 5 years ago, wasn't he, Fifa?"

I nodded in confirming.

"For 5 years your family has been profiting from the management and profits of the company. Is that not enough?"

Uncle Hasan's face flushed. He looked embarrassed.

"You'll get the house you live in now if I die later. Actually, if you count, you've got a bigger inheritance than your brother. The price of agro shares is much smaller than the shares of PT Syam Property and PT Gunada managed by Gufron."

Uncle Hasan nodded.

I who do not know know can only be silent and ******-******* my own hand.

"Because of my granddaughter, I'm going to give all my jewelry and my family's heritage coffee shop to Fifa and her sister. Where's the grant, Mr. Supreme."

Uncle Hasan stood up before the assistant of the Great sir took out another file from inside the large map. "Mommy, this isn't fair" she protested.

"Sir, please explain to my dear youngest. Am I legally not allowed to give my family's hereditary property to my granddaughter?"

Pak Agung asked uncle to sit down and explain at length about the grant law which essentially allows what grandma wants. Uncle Hasan can not sue because the status of grandmother is still alive until her property can not be said to be inherited. The right of grandmothers to give to anyone as long as grandmother is still in good health and is not under pressure from any party.

"This grandson from birth lived a miserable life in the middle of the forest, Mr. Agung. I have to make sure from now on his life has to be good and get the rights he should get from his father's family. Even what I will give is women's property and business. I have been vowing since young for this business I will pass on to my female descendants. In addition, if I die later my remaining treasure is considered an inheritance. Please share it according to Islamic law."

"Mommy ..."

"Everyone here is a witness. If there's anything with me and my granddaughter you have to defend us."

I don't understand what Grandma meant. What I caught from his expression seemed like Uncle Hasan disagreed with this grandmother's decision. But uncle is helpless. My grandmother was firm and had an undeniable reason for her decision.

The atmosphere of the room is cold. I don't like being in this situation. It was not my intention to come here to claim inheritance or gifts from my father's family. I had no idea at all that my father's family had that much. I just want to make friends, especially to my father's mother.

My uncle looked at me with red eyes. I dare not return his gaze. Don't know what to do right now. I was still shocked and afraid to see the gaze of uncle who cornered me. Fortunately Andi calmed my heart even if only by holding warm the back of my hand.