LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

INSOMNIA MEDICATION

I have trouble sleeping tonight. My body is getting tired, my head is dizzy and my heart beats irregular in rhythm. Since the day I took off Isya and had dinner I had been lying on a wooden bed made by baba that was only made of pandan mats. Not the soft mattress or goose feather pillow that I missed. Many times I recited sleep prayers and closed my eyes, but there was always a sound that awakened my consciousness. Whether it's the sound of police chatter on the veranda, broken branches, raindrops or the sound of crickets and night bugs that are actually common to be heard coloring the night.

Crick. The sound of wood breaking. I was shocked and immediately hugged my pillow. I kept my breath and heart rhythm irregular. I looked carefully again until I was sure no other suspicious sounds had been heard after that.

I pulled out the blanket, read the prayer and then tried to sleep again. That's what happened to me tonight. I was repeatedly shocked and awakened by the sound my brain translated as suspicious. I don't know what happened to my brain. My head is heavy and heavy.

Prayer and long dhikr returned to sleep. But just fell asleep, the sound of melancholy music that vaguely accompanied the singing of Connie Mamahit, Manado artist whose songs are often tuned by local radio stations. Apparently the police on the porch of the house were filling the boredom by tuning music. His voice was only vague but to my sensitive ears and a chaotic heart, it made me feel I had to watch out for the possibility of a bad person coming to us. It takes a few minutes to realize that things are safe. There's nothing to worry about.

I was upset at myself who was suddenly afraid of losing the people I loved. Afraid of losing my mom. Fear of losing Bray. Also afraid of losing Aga, my beloved parrot. I feel like the mysterious archer is going to kill everyone I love.

Rather than not being able to sleep well, I took out a laptop to finish some unresolved work today. The song "On the pier" that sounded vaguely I made a bad mind-blowing friend that made it difficult for me to sleep. Just enjoy the shrill tone of voice Connie Mamahit with a broad heart.

🎵Now just eyes

With a heart that speaks

Sadiki lei somo

Lia jo pa we inga inga in dreams

A pair of eyes on the cheek

Wet white color lens with aer eye

Ships so tiop three times

The ship so wipe the rope

Nakoda turn kamudi

Good bye, sweetie

The ngana ship is still at the dock

Wave kong ba hand seka aer eye

On board we're just a star

We have inga inga pa ngana

One day we'll definitely bale🎵

It turned out that my concentration had been overwhelmed by the annoyance and headache I was suffering from. I was confused where to start work. Brains stupid. Here's wrong. So wrong too. There's nothing I can do tonight.

Tut tuuutt. Now my gawawa sounds. Like the nights before Bray's ever-present phone calls filled my nights.

Spontaneous my lips curled a smile. I took the device I put on the bedside table.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Fifa. What else?" That tantalizing hoarse voice sounded still excited. This is midnight.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

I sighed for a while before continuing the conversation. The spirit of Bray is transmitted through sound waves that propagate through this device. I immediately sat leaning against the couch while hugging the pillow.

"Just open the laptop. Want to work but dizzy head, mas Bray." lamented that was irritated with fatigue and my fragile mental state.

"Why?"

"My gear tonight is very sensitive. It is easy to be surprised, scared, and excited even though only a soft voice is heard. I woke up 7 times. So dizzy."

"Emmmmm. Do you have sleeping pills? But uh don't take sleeping pills. A habit of."

Bray sounded doubtful at the practical solution he thought up for my sleep problem. Do I need to try sleeping pills? But Bray seemed hesitant and hesitant about the solution.

"That's what, Fifa?" Apparently, Bray's ears were quite sensitive to the sound of melancholy songs that were lurking as we momentarily quieted each other.

I blushed, "The music is police sir. Here people like to hear the song Manado melo melo so."

"Are you bothered by the sound of that music?"

"Then you close the laptop. You need a break."

"Mas Bray himself now what else?"

"Just finished the meeting to prepare tomorrow."

"Bray doesn't rest. God gave me that pain so Bray could rest. Don't just work."

Bray laughed. "Tumben you're chatty."

Oops. Spontaneously I closed my own mouth. Why did I turn out to be so fussy about Bray's business.

Yes already. From now on I'm silent.

"Not making any more noise? That's music like a crybaby song of the '80s. Very old."

Where do I know. Listen to popular music today is rare especially music when grandmothers were young. Since I was a child, I have lived in the forest. There is no radio or television. Music has never existed. The music we usually hear is just the singing of nature in the form of the sound of night insects, the singing of frogs welcoming rain, the whirling of the wind or the sound of wild birds.

Now in the new village people are starting to have televisions and gadgets. Popular music starts often heard from the electronic devices they have. Our society is not static, adjusting to the culture of the surrounding community. There began to organize music and dance performances in weddings or community social activities involving the crowd. But I'm still Fifa's loner. Rarely involved or interested in watching music. I prefer to hear the sound of natural music.

"Fifa, how can we live, right?"

I was intentionally silent. Fished Bray's reaction to my silence.

"Come, Fifa. Don't shut! I'm not angry if you're fussy about watching me. Even the cocks."

Hihahi. Turns out Bray pulled out a spoiled whining style. It didn't quite match up to her princely character when I saw her riding a horse and holding an arrow in the forest. It is also different from his firm attitude when leading the company.

"False wrong." I grumbled, holding back my smile.

"You're not wrong. Free to be yourself."

Oh naw. I still have to keep the perception in front of Bray. It's hard to be so myself.

"Yes already. We both need a lot of rest. Sleep together yuk!"

"You want to sleep together. Where's?" Bray responded enthusiastically with half a laugh.

Oops. My tongue is kesleo again. The brain of fools.

"That's not what I meant. I'm here, close the laptop and go to sleep. Bray also had to stop working and sleep at the same time. It's sleeping together that I mean." I'm clear that he didn't twist my point in the other direction.

Bray's still laughing. "Oh so that means. I thought it was good to sleep with you."

"Hush! The nights of his mind must be cleansed, Bray. Before going to bed it is better to wash hands, wash feet and brainwash to clean the body." I reply half a sewot.

The rest of his laughter still sounded. "Now you've closed the laptop yet?" bray asked while controlling the pace of the rest of his laughter.

I'm turning off laptop. It is useless to force work in this state of physical and mental fatigue. Results messy. It will not be optimal. Better close the laptop.

"It."

"I turned off the laptop too." Without being asked Bray told that he had done the same thing at the same time.

"Mas Bray's been reading sleep prayers, hasn't he?"

"Bismika Allahumma ahya wa bismika amut."

I smiled to myself. It feels like guiding a child to sleep. Hihahi.

Baba used to ask me the same thing before I went to bed. Baba always reminds us that ending the day with prayer is important, because sleep is essentially a form of death in which our soul is separated from the body for a while.

"Good sleep, Fifa said. Beautiful dreams about us. Muezz." He returned the sentence to hang up the phone call.

No need for answers. Tuout. The call just stopped.

I am always smiling at that absurdity. Unostentatious. But true said Fifi, that's what I really want and I miss every midnight. Miraculous. After hearing Bray's sleeping spell I could always sleep well.