LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

SEEKING ASYLUM

I did not expect Hisham to take us to the sultan Hasanudin Makassar airport. This trip was a bit desperate because we had to sail the night on a fast boat charter to get to Ternate that night as well. Hisham was patient enough to guide us women who were equally difficult to support each other. My mental state was bad due to two bitter events that I just experienced. Plus a mama who doesn't know the way and gets seasick. Don't know what our fate would be if Hisham didn't help us. We were completely adrift like an asylum seeker fleeing his hometown.

Hisham also booked a hotel near the airport and bought me 2 hijab syar'i complete with a veil. I was a little confident wearing it because the wounds on my face could be completely hidden in a Middle Eastern dress.

"We have arrived in Ternate safely, Bray."

Bray called Hisham while we were on our way to the hotel.

"Yes. Everything's sorted out. I will definitely take them to see Mr. Rodi and Fifi at the airport. Bray called Fifi, didn't he?"

"Phifa is still silent but God willing is healthy."

Hisham hung up. Bray must have planned all this. We just according.

"Son Hisham phone Firdaus?"

"Yes. He keeps an eye on where we are. He reported that Maudy was angry not to be put in a police detention cell. His parents intervened. But Bray and Hans' doctor had pressured the police chief from the beginning not to release Maudy's mother on any bail."

"His parents have arrived?"

"News already. Take a private jet through Buli airport. That's why I hurriedly took Mama and Fifa out of there. You're afraid you'll be intimidated by them asking to pull out the report file."

Mama sneers. "No way my mom wants to unplug the file. Mama even wanted to make Maudy's face was damaged like Fifa's face. Let's be fair."

"They have money, are cunning, and are close to power, Ma. It's hard against them. So let Firdaus face it. We have to get to Makassar in the morning. They must have thought about fighting Bugis nobles like her grandmother Fifa. Let them know that they have debased the descendants of the Bugis nobility."

Cunning is also Bray's strategy. He had already taken into account the possibility of the spoiled Maudy being reluctant to stay in a police holding cell that might be dirty, numerous cockroaches and having to sleep without a padded mattress. The beautiful girl was used to living a luxurious life. I can imagine how miserable he must be to spend the night in a police detention cell. I smiled faintly.

The girl must have thought everything could be solved with money. She must have whined to her parents to help her get out of the detention cell at all costs. This trick has been read by Bray so that he can find a way how to anticipate his strategy.

Tonight I feel calm despite having to feel the pain of the wound on my face. At the hotel I didn't dare look in the mirror. Afraid of seeing kuntilanak on my own face. I fell asleep for 6 hours without waiting for Bray to call me. Waking up I saw a missed call in the middle of the night. Fortunately the device deliberately set silent mode so as not to disturb your sleep.

At dawn I prayed without washing my face because my pain became more painful when exposed to water. After praying I accidentally opened the window of the room as wide as possible to see the view of Mount Gamalama still shrouded in fog.

"What time can we go to the restaurant for breakfast."

"Once 6am."

"We have to take a shower now to finish breakfast right off to the airport."

"Yes, Ma."

Mama is somewhat affected by the Bray scenario which should reach Makassar as early as possible. The plane takes off at 7:55. There is still enough time to sit for a moment to enjoy the beauty of Gamalama in the morning.

Our journey was smooth. Arrive at Makassar Fifi and Mr. Rodi has picked up at the arrival door. Hisham took a picture of our meeting at the arrival gate. Must've made a report to his boss.

"Sister, why is my brother a ninja like this? Brother out of Japan, huh?" Fifi joked with teasing me.

My sister hugged me before my mom. Want cipika cipiki I hurriedly dodged and brushed his cheek with his hand.

"Oh yes, sorry! Fifi forgot that brother's face hurt. Why did it get this way, brother? That's not how safe our village is now."

"Of course." I don't know the answer.

Fifi turned to greet, hug and kiss the left right cheek of the mother.

"Mama's got Fifi's moving files, right?"

"Yes. It's." Already."

"Mama just moved in here. Sister Fifa too. We're both keeping Grandma here."

My mother looked and looked at me without a word. Maybe in your heart you are considering the proposal Fifi.

I don't want to make any hasty decisions. My mental state is still chaotic. I needed to reflect and be alone for a while to recover my collapsed mental state.

"We'll stop by Natasha's doctor's clinic first, sister. Before I picked up my sister, we had a reservation."

"Attending Clinic?"

"Grandma said it had to be."

"Who's sick?"

"Sister must recover quickly so as not to be a ninja continue. If the next intention to wear a veil is also okay let me kayak ukhti-ukhti. If you wear a veil now because you're ashamed of your face being hurt."

"It's not just shame, Fifi. The brother's wound is still wet. No dust or particles that cause infection."

Fifi did not reply except with a light smile.

Before long the car stopped at a clinic whose building is quite luxurious and minimalist modern architecture. Mama and Mr. Rodi waited in the lobby while Fifi and I were in the specialist waiting room, which was more private for patients and a companion. After waiting for almost an hour the nurse let us in.

"Oh, this is the granddaughter of Arifah who said he was scratched by people."

"Not anyone, doc. But the tiger. If humans know anything, having nails isn't for nyakar people."

The doctor smiled at Fifi's chattering.

I opened the adhesive veil attached to the back of the head.

Fifi was a little surprised to see my wound. Maybe I didn't think it was that bad.

The doctor examined carefully using a small flashlight-like device while cleaning each part of the wound. After that he applied a clear ointment that felt cold in the wound.

The beautiful doctor wrote down the prescription of the drug that must be purchased at the pharmacy on the front of the clinic near the cashier. "A day 3 times the wound is cleaned with alcohol and then applied this ointment yes. The medicine is also taken 3 times a day until it runs out" he explained.

"How long will my brother's wound heal?"

"Maybe it takes 3 or 4 weeks. There were some deep wounds. It should have been sewn up not long after the incident. But yeah.it's okay. Do not wear makeup or skin care products first. Can use olive oil to help nourish the skin."

"Can recover seamlessly without plastic surgery right Doc?"

Uh even Fifi is active. Good though. I'm lazy to talk. Lukaku feels more pain when he has to talk.

"You want plastic surgery?"

"It's probably doc. Who knows if a wound on my sister's face will cause disability if it heals later. The pity. Before this my sister was beautiful and had a lot of crush on you, Doc. Don't let that brazen tiger my brother be single for life."

The doctor smiled again at Fifi's plain statement.

"Fifa is still young and the nutritional condition of her skin is good. Hopefully the wound closes perfectly soon. We will see the progress in a week. We still try natural therapies like Arifah ma'am's wish."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Don't forget next week control again huh."

"All right, Doc."

After we finished getting the medicine, we went straight back to the rented house located near the tavern. But in the middle of the road bi Siti called so we stopped by the store first.

The store clerk greeted us and took us straight to a large VVIP room with a view overlooking the beach. There were already guests that Tristan's grandmother and pak had met there.

"That's her. My granddaughter just got back from a skin and beauty specialist clinic." she explained when we came to see her.

We covered everything in the room. Including a middle-aged mother who was sitting opposite to her grandmother who was accompanied by a young woman and a middle-aged man. They were grandma's guests that afternoon.

"Show your wounds to Mayta's mother, Fifa!"

I'm shaking.

"He claimed to be Maudy's mother, the one who broke your face. He came here to ask us to unplug your report on yesterday's persecution."

I kept hugging my mom. It turned out that Maudy's parents dared to face grandma here. Very quickly he arrived. Is it a private jet ride again?

"My granddaughter is traumatized, ma'am. The mistreatment of a mother's child cannot be forgiven. There is no term unplug case file. Please go home and let your child be legally responsible!" firmly grandma.

"I'm sorry, ma'am Arifah! I beg of you to be able to resolve this matter in a peaceful manner."

"peacefully? Can't do. My mother's son has made my son's face deformed. I want to revoke the report that my mother's son was treated the same way he did to my son." Mama spoke loudly. I've never seen a patient woman speak so loudly and loudly.

Mama took off my veil and showed me a wound I didn't want to show anyone. Not just the things I feel. I'm ashamed to have a face full of scratches. After my mom opened the veil, I looked down and didn't want to look at anyone.

"Mom see my son's face! Look carefully at the results of the cruelty of the child that the mother defended. You want my mom's son's face to be like this?" challenging mama made the middle-aged woman wrinkle and shake her head.