LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

SALMAN NEWS 2

The news of Salman's return made me feel very happy. We feel like we have a family protector guy again. This is the most beautiful gift for us. Salman is alive and nothing short of anything. He has successfully completed higher education. I am proud of the struggle and perseverance to get a better education. Salman is great.

Mama returned to the porch with a piece of paper.

"Yesterday my mom was worried about you, Fifa. Until I forget to share this good news." said Mama as she flashed a smile and handed the paper to me.

Mom talked a little more today. A smile non-stop expands on his lips. The aura of happiness and the spirit of life emanated clearly from his expression and all his behavior. Unlike me who is still overshadowed by the fear of the arrival of the mysterious archer.

I immediately recorded the number written on the paper in the contact list in my salary.

"Call him now yes, Fa!" Mom looked impatient. I just finished saving Salman's number.

I pulled a picture of a green phone handle on my hand. The phone connection is directly connected and lifted.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

There was a heavy sound from the phone that I turned on the outside loudspeaker so that mom could hear and talk.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Is that Salman? It's mama, son." Mom immediately responded with great enthusiasm.

"How are you, Ma? Fifa's home?"

"Already, Son. Fifa arrived home safely yesterday afternoon. He got a disaster. His best friend was hit by a poisoned arrow during the pilgrimage to Baba's tomb." Mama immediately complained to her favorite son about yesterday's events.

"He said the poison was exactly the same as the poison in the arrow that killed the baba. Fortunately Fifa had good instincts and had to pull his friend until the arrow did not hit his heart. Otherwise, maybe he was killed like your baba. Because of the incident, mom just remembered your phone now. Yesterday Fifa had to make sure her friend got help from the doctor as soon as possible. He was also questioned by police. Now our house is guarded by police and security guards. The killer's afraid it's coming again."

"How's Fifa doing now?"

"good. But he's still scared. Often startled and suspect something when there is nothing."

"It's Fifa's number, isn't it, Ma?"

"Yes. It's Fifa's number. You keep it, son. Fifa will also send Fifi number. Mama doesn't have hp hehehe."

My mother turned more chatty to her son. I'm glad your mom seems more excited after getting back the kid who's been missing for a long time with no news.

"Can Salman talk to Fifa?"

"certainly could. Speak, Fifa! Your brother misses your voice." Mama handed me the device half-heartedly. I know for a fact that mom still wants to take off kangen with her son. Salman is less sensitive.

"Change it into a video call. Salman wondered what Fifa was like now."

Tuout... Salman ended the voice call and returned with a video call.

There was a sweet face that said mama was similar to baba. I think my mom's eyes are a little myopic. Salman is more like a mama than a baba. His nose was tall, brownish-haired, and his eyes were sharp like the hallmarks of people of the Lingon tribe. His eyes are dark gray.

"Hi, Fifa. You're a big boy now. Getting pretty."

I blushed. Confused what to say if praised like this. I can only answer, "Hi, Brother."

It's hard for this brain to find the right word to say hello to my long lost brother and no communication at all. It feels as awkward as communicating with a stranger who's just met face to face this first time.

"How long at grandma's?"

"10 days."

"What about grandma and uncle's family?"

"good. Can you leave on Friday tomorrow? We both visited grandma in Makassar. Pardon me! When I met Fifa's grandmother yesterday, she said Salman has been a dozen years without news. Grandma must be so happy to see Salman."

"It should be possible, Salman. You should meet Fifi and grandma. Your youngest brother was a baby when you went to join the school dance to Java." Mama pulled my gaze so I could see and talk to Salman.

Salman smiled. Perhaps desperate memories of going for the sake of continuing education were the most important memories in his life history. A 12-year-old boy went to complain about his fate without anything.

"Salman sends ID card. Fifa will book the tickets so we can go together. Fifi was only asked for an identity card and the ticket was sent directly over the phone. The age is sophisticated now, son. Your sister Fifa is smart and lucky. He's friends with great people. Now he's close friends with the director, the subsidiary owner of a large nickel mining company on the edge of the forest."

Forgive me mama. Really chatty want to be noticed the only boy. Everything is told exactly mama-mama rempong who like ghibah. I am ashamed to be the object of the conversation.

"Salman must apply for leave first, Ma."

"Come as soon as you can, son." Mama's back in control of my gawa. "If your boss doesn't allow time off, let mama face you."

I smiled to myself. Suddenly, my mother turned into a brave person. The power of mother-mak just grows. Reasonable anyway. Mama must still miss Salman. Meeting a few hours has not removed the longing that has been buried in silence for a dozen years. A long grief-stricken miss without knowing that her son is alive or dead. When the son of hope returned home in good health, his happiness must have overflowed to everywhere.

"Mama wants us to have some time with the family. If the word Fifi cool term is family time. Now is the most appropriate time. My mom and grandmother are still alive. Baba, your brother and brother are dead, Salman. You'll regret not taking the time to meet the rest of your family now." Mama spoke in flames. The power of the voice of the mother who speaks and forces must be asserted.

"Yes, Ma."

Mama smiled with satisfaction then handed back the device to me who smiled to see the act. Today my mom is a mom.

"Salman has been in Jailolo for a long time?"

"It's only been about 5 months. After passing the selection of non-permanent admissions, there was training and technical debriefing first for 3 months in Bogor before being fielded."

"Why are we now returning home? Are we not the same as us?"

"Not missing. The funds are not enough. My salary is often late. In addition, I have to set aside a salary to pay the debt so I can't pay for a motorcycle. Yesterday it was persuaded by a friend who is a hobby of touring motorcycles so reckless to go home with the official motorbike with him." Salman looks embarrassed to reveal his unsettled state.

As a permanent employee who is still relatively new, Salman has not been able to do much. Its mandiri nature is similar to baba. Do not want to trouble others and never force yourself if you are not able. He was also reluctant to use the service facilities for personal gain.

Alhamdulillahot. I'm a little relieved by the grace today. At a time when I was confused about how to manage the plantation, it appeared Salman who turned out to be an applied graduate of a college run by the agriculture department. It felt like half of my burden had disappeared upon hearing this good news.

"It is very easy to go to Makassar on Friday, Kak. If you can't leave Friday, take an afternoon flight. Will be picked up at the airport."

"Yes, I'll let you know again for sure."

"Sip." I held my thumb while smiling.

Salman looked at me and smiled a little mischievously. I don't know what you told me about me until Salman looked at me sharply. "Sister's sister is growing up and getting beautiful. It's fitting said many mama who want to propose. You haven't told me about your close friend that mom told you. I want to know how the outback girl like you can be friends with the director of a big company."

Ah, sebel. Because my mom changed my thumbs so Salman asked about my relationship with Bray.

"Later if we meet in person. Please brother continue to work! Don't steal most of your work time. Some say it's called time corruption. Brother paid with country money." Suddenly I found a good reason to end this video call.

"Oh yes. Later in the afternoon after work hours we talk again."

"Yes. Fifa is leaving for the foundation office soon. Good work, Brother."

I who was preparing to squeeze the red phone handle picture undo my intentions.

"Wait first! You work at what foundation?"

Salman was curious.

"Birds conservation manager typical of Lolobata forest. Brother Salman if you want to know the activities of the foundation can open our website. Please promote to your friends." I mentioned the website address of the Bidadari Halmahera foundation that I managed. How to know my brother Salman a lot and volunteer to get a snake until the content of our website a lot of visitors and can be monetized.