LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

STORE

Uncle rushed out of the room as soon as the document signature process was completed. My hand was ignored. I was confused how to behave. Really am. This isn't all I want. My arrival to establish friendship, not to make disputes.

Grandma grabbed my right hand and held it with both hands like a pile of sandwich bread.

"It's all for you and your family, Fifa. Grandma just wants you to get justice. Don't mind your uncle's attitude! He's got so much more than he's given you."

"I'm coming for a friendship, Grandma. Not demanding inheritance and gifts." I almost sobbed.

"Grandma knows. You inherited your father's nature, not the glare of treasure." Grandma smiled and tightened her grip on my hand.

"Grandma believes you're trustworthy. So Grandma left the store and the hereditary jewelry that is usually given to the offspring of the woman to you."

It turns out that what the grandmother gave was not only property but the responsibility of maintaining family property. That means my responsibilities are increasing again. I don't know if I can keep that trust.

"Let's go again! Grandma wants to show me your beach house and coffee shop."

Looking at Andi who was grinning. Mr. Rodi and bi Ima smiled sweetly. Those people were the witnesses to the handover of the wealth. They are happy too.

Bi Ima pushed the granny wheelchair out of the room. While Mr. Rodi street first prepare a car for grandma.

"Assyik, I think I got money to hear this. Uh, should've gotten a signature fee as a witness." Andi laughed at me.

"Where's the money? Brother see if I hold the money or not? I just hold this paper." I hit the notary's paper. The paper that made me feel burdened was an unexpected problem before.

Looking at the attitude of his uncle and family yesterday, it was clear that they knew what grandma was going to do for me. That's why they don't like my presence. I'm the only new person who doesn't know what Grandma's thinking. They must hate me even more if they find out Grandma gave me this much. They must have accused me of coming to seize the property they had previously held during my father's march into the interior of Halmahera.

Andi still laughs "Liquid next month is also okay, Fif. You already know my account number. I don't have to send anymore, do I?"

Spontaneously I hit his arm again and this time Andi chose to dodge while laughing out loud.

Ih, hunk. Why do I always lose and become a plumbing material. I walked while stomping my feet towards Grandma's car.

"I'm with grandma."

Andi hurriedly grabbed my hand. "Don't sulk that dong, dear. Nought. You can hit my arm any way you want."

Andi advanced his left arm with a resigned face but I had no interest in hitting him again. It's smart that he's got the show going. It could be a trick. He must have anticipated my blow by holding back his bicep muscles to become as strong as a rock.

"Guide him, honey. You have promised today to go for a walk with Sharif. He has been very important to meet us. Grandma promised, after lunch at the tavern you can walk the two as you please."

Grandma seemed to be mistaken but did not give me a chance to give a statement of justification. He immediately ordered Mr. Rodi road and closed the car glass.

"I'm annoyed with Sharif." I lamented as I stomped my feet hard on the earth.

"I'm not."

"I'm ANNOYed." I said louder.

"I LOVE." she replied with an equally harsh intonation while smiling sillyly and casually walking away to where her car was parked.

I don't want to follow his footsteps. I don't want to get lost in a city that's foreign to me. Grandma left me first. There's no other choice but to car with that annoying creature.

I opened the door myself and slammed hard so Andi knew I was still angry.

"Don't be angry. Later your face becomes more wrinkled than grandma" he said casually while turning on his car engine.

I was silent not responding.

Andi never felt guilty for his ridiculous actions towards me. His attitude is normal even though he knows his actions irritate me. Not apologizing or improving your attitude. Along the way he told me about places that had their own memories. When passing in front of SMU 1 Makassar, he proudly told me that he was the best SMU alumnus in South Sulawesi. He also told about his achievements in the sport of karate and his hobby of watching football until he joined the fan organization of Makassar football club who sometimes do troublemaking looking for attention. All are one-way stories. It's like listening to the radio. I looked up without comment at all.

Grandma's car stopped at a luxurious house whose building looked old. The architecture is classic European style with marked large poles and thick walls and large high doors. The house security had approached the grandmother's car, but the grandmother only conveyed a message to the residents of the house. Not stopping.

A well-fitted person came to greet and greet us kindly.

"Good afternoon. Welcome, mother of Arifah." The middle-aged man bent his right hand on the chest with his body slightly bowing respectfully.

"Good afternoon. How's the situation at this shop, Mr Tristan? Still crowded?"

"Alhamdulillah is still crowded, Mother. The turnover is relatively stable even though it has mushroomed new coffee shops here."

"good. Don't lose the competition!" Grandma patted the man on the back.

"Ready, Mom."

"Oh yes, Mr. Tristan. I would like to introduce my granddaughter who from now on will take my place in this tavern."

The man in the suit was a little surprised. But he quickly normalized his expression with a smile and a polite style.

"His name is Afifa Sharif, the fourth child of my late second son."

"Ooh son of Daeng Sharif apparently." Mr. Tristan immediately smiled broadly hearing my father's name called.

"Beautiful right?" ask grandma.

"definitely. Just like her grandmother when she was young." The middle-aged man laughed crisply.

That stale base became commonplace in my ears. For a long time I realized there were some similarities between us. Blood cannot lie.

We were guided into a special VVIP room whose view directly facing the natural beach whose water is blue toscha. The table comes from a large beautiful marble stone with a bouquet of orchid flowers on it.

"It's still our top seller this month, ma'am. Toraja coffee ice cream." Mr. Tristan showed one of the mainstay menus of this store with pride.

"The classics are still in demand, sir."

"Yes, ma'am."

Grandma looked at me to tell me one important thing, "This top seller drink has been formulated since the days of your great-grandmother, Fifa."

"Means my great-grandmother also dong, Grandma." Andi interrupted looking for attention before I responded to Grandma's words.

Grandma turned her gaze towards Andi and showed her thumb, "True."

"Great for Khadijah's grandmother. The ice cream can sell all the time. Truly legendary."

"Actually the Toraja coffee ice cream recipe is closer to gelato than ice cream. The texture is very soft. Milk protein is also much more than ice cream."

I don't understand what Grandma said. I've never had ice cream or gelato. Nobody makes that kind of drink in my village. If you drink coffee mixed with milk it is there. But not made so dense and attractive as seen in the picture in the menu book.

"I can order for free, Grandma."

"of course. Grandma Khadijah's granddaughter can order anything for free."

"If for example invite friends can not, Grandma?"

"You are free, friends have to pay" said the grandmother firmly.

Andi smiled knot. "Well, that's ordinary. Syarif has always been given a free card at this store. Now it can be different dong, Grandma."

"Nothing different. Later if you are married to Fifa, you can bring as many friends to eat for free here. But enough once. At the party only. Grandma doesn't want to be made bankrupt because everyone claims to be your friend." Grandma laughed followed by the whole VVIP room.

I also felt that cheerful mood. Andi's existence with his annoying behavior makes the atmosphere warm and cheerful.