LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

FIFI

Fifi's eyes immediately sparkled beautifully when I said I was willing to give her money to buy new clothes according to her fashion sense which was greatly affected by the development of fashion that was popular on social media. She hugged and kissed me on the cheek many times. "Thank you, Brother. Fifi loves you brother." she said. Mode! Well there should be a reward.

I can't force that spoiled child to quell the euphoria of a country boy who just set foot in a big city. Moreover, during this time he was quite affected by the pseudo life displayed by influencers on social media. Stylish hedonistic life and consider all easy paced.

"Have you met Grandma yet?"

"Yet. Grandma was asleep when I arrived. The security guard told me to take a break in my sister's room" she replied shyly.

"Meet grandma first."

"Bareng my brother."

"Sister still has to take a shower. We'll meet at the dinner table."

"Say big sister used to have breakfast at 6:30. It's only 5 minutes away. Breakfast first, brother. Accompany me. I'm still afraid to go see Grandma alone. Don't know." whine.

I have to give up again. Breakfast is a shared moment that is a pity to miss. Granny regular discipline. Even though I haven't had a bath because I woke up late, I chose breakfast together first.

We walked to the dining table together. Grandma had sat down at the dining table on which were presented some crystal plates of bread and pasta. There are pure milk bottles, fruit baskets and cococrunch setoples.

"Good morning, Grandma." I greeted Grandma with a big smile. I kiss his wrinkled cheeks right and left.

"It's Fifi, Grandma. He came last night to be ushered by Syarif. Grandma was asleep when she got home."

"Grandma wait until 9 why haven't you arrived yet?" ask grandma in a flat tone. Not very respectful with the presence of Fifi.

"Sorry, Grandma. Fifi was invited to go for a walk the same as Syarif around the city." Fifi replied with a relaxed smile. He approached Grandma, kissed her hands and kissed her right and left cheeks.

Grandma responded coldly. This morning my grandmother's mood was not good.

"Sister Fifa came home early in the morning, Nek." he reported trying to get attention by comparing the time of our return.

"Grandma knows your sister works, not walks."

"Sir Fifa is so, Grandma. I don't like to walk. Any work only, less healing. Hihih." Fifi responded to grandma with a casual laugh.

I pulled the chair in front of my grandmother and sat sweetly on it. Fifi did the same. Sit next to me and imitate what I do. I took the toast with a fork and a knife to cut it. He did the same. I put fresh milk in a glass. Fifi did the same. Canny. It seems he is trying to find safety from the gaze of grandma by imitating me who already knows the habits in this house.

"Today before the office stop by first to the house we will rent near the same store Mr. Rodi yes, Fif. We're moving out tomorrow."

"Move tomorrow?" Me and Fifi looked at each other saying the same question sentence.

Grandma was already planning to move but why is this sudden? I'm getting confused. Grandma doesn't stop giving me surprises every day until my heart can never calm down.

"Your uncle asks that this house be given to him now. Gufron is angry that he can't sell your plantation. He said he needed a lot of money for his business. One solution should be to sell this house. The buyer already exists. Stay the legality process in the notary and the payment only."

"About a second. Did you think that this house for sale uncle will live where. Come with grandma in the house to be rented? Or ..."

"Said while the hostess was near her teaching place. Tomorrow's school year he will be applying for early retirement. The plan is that the uncle and the aunt will live in Jakarta to be close to their children." replied the grandmother for sure.

I asked in my heart what was the dispute over this treasure that might have caused Baba to almost never tell me about her family. I'll never get a definitive answer to that question because I can't ask anymore. The question that was then entrenched in my brain was actually triggered by Mr. Taqi yesterday who said that there was a possibility of baba being killed because Gufron wanted to master grandfather's inheritance. The motive is clear but the way it works is hard to make sense to me. How did he know where the baba lived and get the archer whose poison was typical and then stalked me during my stay at the baba house until my nucleus was killed by the poisoned arrow. How could he have wanted me for so many years? What do you want to be sure of? Ah, my head was dizzy thinking about that.

"Bi Ika, bi Siti and Pak Rodi will remain with grandma. Other workers will be given severance and offered to work for the new owner. Hopefully they can accept."

"Mr ..." I can't continue my words. Confused what to say. Guilt covers my heart. Did all this happen because I came to this house?

"Grandma doesn't need a house this big, Fifa. My grandmother was 73 years old. It stinks of the ground and is sickly. Maybe Grandma's life won't be long."

I was sad to hear it. I want to stay with my hero grandmother. "Grandma don't say that. Stay healthy yes! We love grandma."

"Grandmothers love you too. Completely it is the duty of the grandmother to carry out the mandate of the grandfather to fight for his inheritance to be divided fairly. The plantation is your right. Gufron has no right to own, let alone sell it. He was only mandated to manage temporarily. It's just that we shouldn't bear the brunt of the cashflow difficulty if Gufron can manage it properly."

I can't argue or give any advice. Even if I knew and had checked the validity of the evidence Gufron misappropriated the plantation funds he said he bought the palm oil land I would be silenced and keep the information from the grandmother. Without being told, I'm sure Grandma's instincts are able to read the gurgle in that direction.

According to the grandmother, giving this house to uncle is the best decision. Not just for us, but for uncle's family. Also for plantation workers who have been loyal and hard working for years. I thought removing the plantation was an easy matter but it turned out that the decision could affect the fate of dozens of garden workers. In the end I had to accept the responsibility of fixing the problems left behind in that company.

This house is too big. Many spaces are uninhabited everyday. The operating costs are also very high. The decision of the grandmother to find a smaller house near the store must have gone through careful consideration. The grandfather's heritage coastal house was also large and was currently being rented out by people. The best decision should be the lease. Buying or building a new home takes a long time. Gufron has urged the family to help resolve the debt problem.

Fifi nudged me with her elbow. I'm turning. He hinted at something with a blink of an eye toward the plate before him. Apparently the bread and milk have been toilet. He eats faster because he has no burdens. While I was slower because my mind ran everywhere. My bread is still half but it has been sliced into small pieces.

I took another piece of meat loaf and put it on his plate. Fifi smiled cheerfully. "The sound is delicious. A european breakfast. Can I add you, Grandma?" she smiled with embarrassment.

"Of course I can."

"Today I'm going with my sister. What's up, Grandma?"

"Follow brother. Help him as much as you can."

Fifi nagging. "Say later in the afternoon grandma and sister will go to his cousin's party brother Sharif. Can I come too?"

"Of course I can."

"But I don't have a party dress."

I glanced at Fifi and looked at her sharply. This kid started the mode to buy clothes. I had agreed to give him money. There should be no need to talk like this in front of grandma. Shamefaced. At a time like this he should not add to the economic burden on the grandmother who is in need of a lot of money for rent, pay assistant severance, and move house.

"Later Mr. Rodi will take you to Grandma's boutique."

"To the Mall, Grandma. The choice is definitely more. I want a trendy Korean dress. Not a classic dress like a sister's shirt." Fifi bargained.

I still glared at Fifi who did not care about my reaction.

"It's up to you, but the maximum budget is only a million. Can't be more."

"Wow. That's a lot already. Thank you, Grandma." Fifi soared up.

The euphoria felt by the teenager was still not over. Village children his age have not realized that the number is so small compared to the price of the desired item. At least get a dress the cheapest standard a middle-class brand. Not comparable to the dress that Grandma bought from her subscription boutique the other day. That's why grandma grinned at the granddaughter's youngest expression. Basic Fifi.