LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

CHAIR

The sky was already dark and I was still struggling with a stack of documents prepared by Mr. Taqi on an old teak table that looked solidly full of authority. There's still a lot of paperwork I need to analyze and learn. Weary. I stretched my body and moved my neck to the right and to the left until it rang.

After the muscles relaxed slightly, I leaned my head and body against the back of the chair which was covered in soft black skin. I give the chair to spin to the left and to the right like a child who has a new toy in the form of a swivel chair. Dorky. Try to enjoy what it feels like to sit in an expensive chair that he says is ergonomic.

Sitting in the chair of the main director who looked luxurious and comfortable it was not as good as people's shadows. This chair never existed in the dream of an Afifa Sharif. I had to carry out this impromptu responsibility for the mother of my beloved father. I couldn't let down my grandmother who had expected so much from me.

Shortly after the meeting, Grandma had to return home. Grandma's health condition is not possible to do a lot of activities. Moreover, doing work that drains energy and mind. Inevitably this young me who has to solve all the problems that occur in this company.

After the death of Mr. Taqi's grandmother invited me to review the garden closest to the office location to see how the pepper harvesting process was taking place there. I watched from a distance along the crossroads of the garden the day laborers eagerly chose the cooked pepper and plucked it with special scissors. They put the stalk of pepper in a bunch into the clean basket it carried. Next, the stalks of the mature pepper seeds are brought to the factory and then inserted into the threshing machine carefully so that the pepper is not damaged during this process. Fruits that have fallen directly into the pool and soaked in water "Simmersion is its function to prevent discoloration." explained Mr. Taqi.

We are running again reviewing the next process. Pepper fruit that has fallen out and wet then goes into the sieving machine to be separated from the seeds of small, immature pepper and pepper menir to maintain the quality of the pepper produced. Pepper fruit that has been sorted is put back into a large basket and closed to undergo the next process, namely immersion. This process is done by inserting a basket of pepper into a special immersion pool where the water flows. There is an officer in charge of making sure the entire surface of the basket must be submerged in water and the pump continues to drain water into the pool so that water circulation is maintained. The immersion process according to Mr. Taqi is carried out about 5 to 7 days until the pepper skin becomes soft so as to facilitate the process of stripping or separation of the skin from the seeds.

The peeler process is carried out by a peeler machine whose results are directly carried by the conveyor to a clean water washing pool to remove the remnants of skin before entering the drying stage.

"Oven temperature should be stable below 60 °C, to prevent loss of essential oils contained in pepper so that the aroma and taste are maintained. Pepper should be dried until the moisture content is below 12%." Taqi said when we were in the pepper drying area. I'm just listening to my new lesson without saying much.

In addition to watching the processing of long pepper crops we talked about many things, including his concern with Gufron's policies that were contrary to the policies of the late grandfather.

"Newly this time the employee will get another bonus, Non. Thank you yes. They certainly increase their morale and pray that the company will move forward. It's been a long time since we received a bonus. Last can be the bonus time the deceased daeng Syam is still alive."

I scrunched my forehead without speaking even though my heart was about to ask why.

Mr. Taqi invited me back to the office after finishing showing and explaining the pepper processing process clearly and clearly.

"The harvest is not always good because of natural factors, plant age, and our negligence or failure in the breeding efforts of plants. But if the general is calculated every year there is always a profit."

"Why is cashflow bad? Fortunately kept?" many spontaneous. My hands were busy twirling the pen consoling myself so as not to feel burdened with my new responsibilities.

"He said for business development. Mr. Gufron needs to buy palm oil."

"Kok said. My father's answer is not sure so. Mr. Taqi is the director of operations. Should know everything about the company's operations dong." my protest in a flat tone only. Not intending to corner but luring him to get defensive and bring out more information I didn't know about.

"Buy it probably not on behalf of the company, Non. But I have proof of the work plan, a request for funds for the purchase of oil palm land and proof of transfer. The problem until now the legality of the land we have not held."

I exhaled a rough breath. There are other problems related to Gufron's behavior. I've been wondering what the hell the kid's been up to all this time. My instincts spread prejudice that in an instant filled the brain. I tried to get rid of it but the bad thoughts came and came again. Especially supported by information that tends to show the cunning of my cousin's sister in mastering the treasures of grandfather's legacy. It's hard for me to keep up with my cousin's sister.

"Non Fifa can check the evidence at the office. Frankly, all this time I did not dare to ask how the development of the legality of the palm oil land. The signature of the AJB and other affairs does not involve us at all. So a little awkward to ask. Moreover, his position pjs the main director and representative owner. The finance department only requested a transfer to the account of one of the big companies in Jakarta."

Gufron's behavior is suspicious. Starting with a cold and steady attitude to me, the plan of the sale of the garden which is the main asset of this company, until leaving for Jakarta without saying goodbye. All of that I consider unnatural but I can't show attitude. Although he never showed a friendly attitude but never was rude to me. Only cold I guess.

"Grandma know about this?"

"I don't want to make my mom anxious. Since daeng died, his mother has been in the hospital several times. Frequently having problems with his heart. Last month I just had a ring operation."

Is correct. Grandma should not be burdened with problems. He is too fragile. I saw for myself how Grandma should routinely take medication. The rest time was arranged in such a way according to the doctor's advice. The type of food is often distinguished from the menu consumed by other residents of the house. Bi Ima and bi Siti alternately remind the schedule of eating, taking medication and rest. Apart from her body that has been so fragile, Grandma still has excellent thinking skills. I'm so proud of him.

"I don't mean to complain, Non. Just telling the facts about the condition of this company after daeng Syam died."

"I don't even know anything." I complained with a wry smile. Even the look of my grandfather I never saw except from family photos plastered on the walls of the house.

"When viewed from the way of managing this company, it seems that Mr. Gufron wants to take over the inheritance of daeng Sham. The desire was somewhat bumped by the written will of daeng Sham stored in the notary so that the inheritance is divided fairly according to Islamic law for his wife and two sons. Miss must be careful. Some say the killing of daeng Syarif has something to do with the possession of inheritance."

DEG. I was shocked and stunned. How dare Mr. Taqi make the accusation. Even though I thought the same thing, I tried to throw away that thought.

"Sorry, Non! Again, not to complain about sheep. Just remind non Fifa to be on alert. We love this company, which is why we hope that non Fifi will continue to lead the company according to the mandate of Daeng Sham. We have lived from here all along. " Mr. Taqi is down.

"Thank you for the information, Taqi sir. God willing, I will always be vigilant. I hope the rumors about Gufron are wrong."

In front of others I have to look solid. Gufron is my cousin. I cannot swallow information raw without evidence and logical analysis even though my instincts have guessed the same thing.

Mr. Taqi nodded in relief. It was like a burden had escaped his head.

I saw the clock's showing at 8 p.m. A moment later I saw another pile of documents I still had to read. Go home now or continue? I'm not used to putting off work. Fifi will come tomorrow. The boy will definitely whine taking me for a walk.

Tut tuuut tuuuut gawaiku ringing.

"Sister, I've reached Hasanudin airport." Fifi waved her hands cheerfully behind the scenes of her camera. He walked leisurely in the crowded airport area with a backpack on his back.

"Alhamdulillah. Have you seen Andi Syarif?"

"Yet. It's still in the airport."

"Follow the path to the door of arrival."

"Yes. Already know. Everyone except the transiting ones also walked in the same direction." he replied knowingly.

Fifi looks confident. Walk upright without a doubt. "The city is big and luxurious, brother. It's good to finally be able to set foot here" he said with astonished eyes.

Fifi is easily captivated by something luxurious and modern. He seemed excited and enthusiastic about setting foot on the earth sultan Hasanudin. Unlike me who is currently feeling tired and very burdened with the responsibility that I suddenly have to take.