LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

UNCLE

My last nights in Makassar were filled with the rest of the work I had to finish. For 10 days in this big city, there is no time for sightseeing to see the atmosphere of the city as Fifi does all day. After meeting his peers at the party yesterday afternoon Fifi had made an appointment to meet them at the shopping center for food, movies and sightseeing. The child is nimble and friendly greeting everyone until it is easy to get new friends. Unlike me, who was busy with my grandmother throughout the party, pushed her wheelchair, and accompanied her to talk with relatives and colleagues whose average age is no longer young. My steps are not as free as Fifi. But I've never had a problem with that because my character is different from Fifi. Attending a party is just a formality. I don't like crowds and I don't want to make new friends.

"This is my granddaughter Afifa. The daughter of my second son." Grandma introduced me proudly to almost every relative and colleague she met at the party.

I had to put on a smile and nod my head for them for good manners. My cheeks almost cramp because they have to make a smile for those who are called grandma. Either sincere or stale all who called my grandmother adored me beautiful.

"Wow, this is Daeng Sharif's daughter apparently." A middle-aged woman wearing a full-length bodo shirt immediately greeted me with a hug and kissed the right and left cheeks. "You're here with Sharif?"

"really. Name's Afifa. Beautiful as her grandmother, right?" Even the grandmother answered while joking.

"Yes. Beautiful." she replied while paying attention to the details of my face with a look of admiration to make me bow down embarrassed. Why should it be that detailed. Difficile.

"Call me mother of Hilya, Fifa. I'm Sharif's mother who brought you here."

Oh, fast this middle-aged woman is a familiar snobs. Maybe Andi Sharif told his mother a lot about me.

"Greetings, Mother. Sorry haven't had time to stop by Mother's house." I replied a little kagok.

Mother Hilya patted my shoulder. "What's wrong. Syarif said you were busy taking care of the grandmother's business during this time abandoned. Are you here, Fifa?"

"I'm back Monday morning."

The woman widened her eyes which were lashed with long lashes anti-storm. I was so excited and excited to hear that simple answer. "Bareng kak Syarif again right?"

I'm nodding.

"Goodoo. Mother wants you guys to be a match. Let's get close to our family's kinship."

Oops. Pimply. Let there be no match between me and Andi Sharif. God, I want her forever as a sister.

I did not respond to Mother Hilya's words except with a faint smile. Fortunately we did not have time to talk for long because Hilya's mother was again busy greeting guests who had just arrived. From the full customary clothes he wore can be marked if he is part of the reception at the party.

I pushed my grandmother's wheelchair to an exclusive place reserved for important guests and close relatives. The atmosphere is more comfortable, not frenzied like in the main building.

Grandma was immediately greeted with a helping hand from the guests in the room. All the guests look fashionable and glamorous. Don't forget Grandma kept introducing me to all the guests who greeted her with respect. Some of them smiled kindly at me. Some looked at me with a small look. Not because of clothes. They must know my dress is a collection of famous boutique grandmother subscriptions. I guess I was taken for granted for not decorating my face with makeup. I really want to look natural. The only thing on my face was moisturizing cream, thin powder reviews and natural color lipbalm. Perhaps my appearance was considered too modest for the size of this lavish reception party.

Like it or not, the party is indeed a show or show identity. I don't bother with people's perceptions. We happened to be at the party shortly. Just eat just that, congratulate the bride and groom, then take a picture with the bride's family. It wasn't until an hour that we were back home. While Fifi decided to stay longer because he was busy tasting various dishes and enjoying music with his peers. He waited for the party to end and will be delivered home Andi Syarif who clearly came home after the party was over because that day he and his family were busy being part of the party committee.

Our uncle and notary father were waiting for us at home. Grandma immediately signed all the files that were proffered to her without asking much questions.

"Tomorrow we will move" he said flatly after signing all the documents that the notary had brought.

"Actually home buyers give you one month really, Mam. We can still occupy this house."

"I've got a place to live that is hopefully more comfortable than this house. You pay for assistant severance and homeworkers in addition to Ika, Siti and Rodi. I'll still hire all three of them."

"Good, Mam. Hasan's sorry to have to rush to sell this house."

Grandma brushed off the air with her right hand. Breathing for a while and then talking with trembling lips, "You tell Gufron that I have nothing but retirement savings now. All my property has been shared fairly, as has the legacy of your father. The Great Sir testified. If you count your family already got more than it should. Don't demand anything else. My savings were just enough for the medical expenses and assistant salaries for a few years. Besides, I'm gonna hang the rest of my life from giving grandchildren."

Uncle turned his head towards me and looked at me sharply as if he wanted to say that this was all my fault. Grandma is my responsibility.

"Grandmother is still entitled to the profits of the shop and plantation. Mr. Taqi and Mr. Tristan will continue to transfer to my grandmother's account as usual." I explained so that my uncle would not misunderstand that I would rule over everything that my grandmother had legally handed over to me.

"good. You must be happy to have gotten a large share of the inheritance and grants. As a granddaughter of pride, you should take good care of your grandmother" said the half-uncle whispering near my ear.

I took a step back. Although what he said was true my responsibility but I felt that his delivery was a bit excessive. It sounds like a threat.

Uncle lowered. I don't know what the meaning behind Grandma's words is. I'm just underlining his last word, don't get greedy and hurt your own brother.

"I'm old. My message is only one, you as the leader man of this family must be able to act wisely and fairly. You not only act as the father of your child, but must be able to carry out obligations as a guardian for your older sister's daughter. You will question your responsibilities before God."

Uncle did not answer a word. Grandma's words were deeply touching.

Not much talk happened that night. Grandma took some medicine and then took a break in her room. While I continued my work editing the video content of the foundation's website until late at night.

"Sister's orders are getting neater and more creative" commented Fifi when looking at the video display on my laptop. He just got home from the party at 10 p.m.

"Clean up and go to sleep. Don't get used to going home at night. If you don't exist, you have to take care of grandma."

"Ready, Brother. This was Fifi did not wait Syarif kok. He said there's still a follow-up until 12 p.m. Sleepy. Fifi went home alone to take an online taxi."

Fifi went to the bathroom to clean herself up and change her nightgown. While I go back to my work.

Before long Fifi returned wearing a nightgown. "So Fifi met uncle on the front porch."

"What meda?"

"Drink coffee while smoking."

Hm. I'm still focusing on the object of the image I'm editing.

Fifi put herself in bed. "I was advised not to go home at night" he said with eyes glaring at the ceiling of the room.

"That's good. That night it was time for rest. It's not good to still be wandering around outside the house."

"I just want to know, brother. No more tomorrow."

"Uncle there is also a message for brother." continued Fifi still with serious style but relaxed.

I stopped focusing on the laptop. "What message?"

"Don't affect grandma."

What a strange message. Since when can I influence grandma? All this time I've only obeyed what Grandma said. Not at all to argue or influence grandmother. Why can uncle conclude that I influenced Grandma huh? Has Grandma changed since my arrival? The vow. I was confused as to what the message of the uncle meant.

"What's wrong with this family?" ask Fifi curiously. It seems that he has started to feel the cold and awkwardness in this house.

"Of course."

"What because giving inheritance to our grandmother so bankrupt to have to sell the house? Brother morotin grandma up to her side?"

"You think big brother's that bad?" I just turned to Fifi's question to provoke his opinion.

"No. Brother intentions here initially just want to be friendly. How do we know that the baba family is rich and there is a legacy that has been prepared for us. According to Fifi, if for example making grandmother so hard we just give back some of the inheritance given by grandmother."

"Part of the profits of the store and the plantation are still transferred to the grandmother's account, Fi. Maybe uncle misunderstood because grandma wanted to rush to move from here before big brother came home. This house is uncle's right. It's been sold because his son needs money."

"Maybe uncle pity the same grandma had to live in a smaller rental house."

"Maybe so. But all this is purely granny's decision, Fi. Brother just follow what grandma says."

Fifi mangosteen. "It's like this family rarely talks from heart to heart." So did Fifi's conclusion before turning the body and firmly sleeping.