LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

GATHERINGS

The arrival of Salman brings its own color in our family. Especially the cheerful and excited mom welcomed him. Since morning mama has been busy wiri hero in the kitchen accompany bi Ika cooking favorite food Salman. Late in the afternoon, dress up neatly and join Mr. Rodi to pick up Salman at the airport. I prefer to hide in my room. Followed by videos and hot news that I read on popular news channels on the internet. I just got off to see my brother after Fifi approached me in the room telling me that Salman had been in the living room with his grandmother and mother.

"Phifa." Salman immediately approached and hugged me tightly as I just came down the stairs. Afterwards Salman pushed my shoulder with his two hands and looked at my half-dry scar intensely.

I'm down. This is what I often avoid. I don't want people to look at me with pity. Embarrassed.

"It's not a spontaneous scratch. The perpetrator must have been preparing to pull out his nails and intend to damage your face. Very sadistic." Salman commented while shaking his head.

I smiled faintly and moved away from her embrace, "The case is closed. No need to talk about it anymore." I tepis.

"I don't want my sister's pretty face to be like this." she said with a tense face.

I smiled spoiled. A little sulking so that he does not discuss the problem again in the moment of this inaugural meeting. What has passed let it be history for the lessons to come. Don't talk too long. It can ruin our happy mood.

"God willing, Fifa will recover. He's been getting treatment from the best dermatologist." I'm glad Grandma defended and understood my feelings. We both regret the decision to withdraw the report file and do not want to be more sorry if reminded of the bitter events as a loser. I don't want to carry a grudge in my heart.

"You're like baba. Too plegmatic. You don't have to budge or be good to everyone, Fifa. Especially to someone who's obviously hurting you."

"It's over." I teped up with a fluffy smile.

"Or you may be guilty of seizing the sadistic woman's lover."

"Enough! Don't talk about it anymore, Salman! Poor thing. Fifa is innocent. We have to be optimistic Fifa will recover." Grandma was always a hero to me.

My mental state is starting to improve. I feel my inner connection to grandma is strong. It was fortunate that I had a sensitive grandmother and understood that I did not want to go back to blaming myself. I often worry and worry after hearing the opinions of the opposite people. The end of it I always blame myself.

I tried to shift the theme of the conversation to something light that made us feel more comfortable.

"We just met, don't talk about the heavy stuff. Dingy. I think there should be a special celebration to mark the day Salman's brother returns to the family."

"agree. How about tonight we go and have dinner at a Korean restaurant." sambar Fifi with a proposal. Anything that smells Korean is his favorite destination.

"No need to eat food abroad. Not necessarily the same with our tongue. If you want a different atmosphere, just eat at the store." Mama who still calculations with money spontaneously refused.

This is my chance to get to know the atmosphere of a big city. Mama lived all her life in the woods. In our village there is no such thing as a restaurant. Let alone Korean cuisine restaurants, restaurants that sell dishes archipelago menu there is only one or two in the city.

Fifi pursed her lips. "Bored in the tavern." he lamented as he threw his body on the sofa.

"Sir Fifa has a lot of money now. Occasional family tracts in a quiet and instagramable place dong. Let the contents of my photo in Medsos more viariative and interesting. Fifi already has a tagline for our dinner: It's our first and special family quality time. Cool right?"

Alamac. Fifi has already defined the concept for the content to be posted on her personal social media. Since moving to Makassar, the boy has been posting photos on social media. According to his confession, his friends and followers are more and more. At any time if you do not watch Korean dramas, Fifi must be busy thinking what content will be uploaded on social media. Basic ABG.

"OKAY. Because today's special doesn't hurt if you have dinner at Fifi's chosen Korean restaurant." It turns out that grandma agreed with Fifi.

"But grandma's sorry I can't come with you. Grandma should have plenty of rest and diet. Many restaurant foods are not friendly for the elderly." continued the grandmother with a sorry look.

"Why grandma's not coming." Me, Salman and Fifi uttered disappointed words at about the same time.

"You guys are young. Grandma has been eating well at the restaurant since young. Now the organs of the body have begun to decline."

Grandma smiled and nodded at me.

"Go! Celebrate your meetings as there is a time and opportunity together. The older we get, the more business and responsibility. After today, you may rarely meet. This opportunity is very rare. You don't have to be ashamed, Fifa. You can reserve a VIP room at the restaurant to make it more comfortable and familiar. Mr. Rodi can help you."

"Yey. Thank you, Grandma." Fifi immediately cheered happily. Imagining eating in the luxurious space of a Korean restaurant makes his face more radiant.

"I'll get ready first." Fifi immediately stood up, walked over while waving, then climbed up the stairs happily.

"I want to be ready too."

Mama followed Fifi up upstairs in spirit. Both of them must be busy looking for clothes and makeup that deserve this most precious moment.

"How are you, Salman. Do you remember your mom and dad ever taking you to Grandma's?"

Grandma smiled faintly then patted the forehead. "Grandmother forgot. You're not the first kid, but Sofwan. Grandma just remembered. If it's not wrong, you just learned the way your father was last here. Your brother was 5 years old."

Salman obviously doesn't remember. No child who has just learned to walk has a long memory until adulthood. I smiled at Salman who was trying to think hard, but it was my grandmother who forgot.

"Yesterday Fifa said you've lost a dozen years to attend a jungle school teacher to Java."

"Yes, Grandma. Just last week Salman met his mother and it turned out that things had changed a lot. Affan and Baba have gone before us."

Salman and Grandma both look sad. I also. Baba is the most precious person to me. Nothing has made me more sad and disappointed than Baba's death.

"You should tell me how your story from the beginning left the village until you graduated from college and became an officer."

"Well, if you have to tell the whole story of Salman's life can be more than 200 episodes long, Grandma. It'll be a soap opera if there's a producer who's interested." Salman replied with a joke.

"The essence of my economic life while living in Java mediocre. Every day must struggle with steel to be able to eat and school. It's heavy, Grandma. While there, I have never met anyone. No communication tools and no money to go home. Can't be any news at all. It's appropriate to be thought of as missing." said Salman with a shy smile.

"Your fate and determination are like your father's. Loud."

Salman smiled again. There was a proud impression behind his smile. This time, her lips looked wider.

"Now you're an officer?"

"Status is still a contract employee is not fixed. His salary is not much and often late melting from the center." he lamented accompanied by a satirical smile.

"Are you happy with your life choices?"

"Happy, Grandma" she replied.

Grandma smiled proudly.

"Have a girlfriend?"

Salman bowed. I enjoyed Grandma's interrogation. All his straightforward questions to Salman have represented my curiosity. "Salman did not dare to commit. Still got a little debt that hasn't paid off."

"Grandma didn't ask commitment."

Salman was a little flinched. He unintentionally answered what his current love story was like. "There's a girl Salman likes, but doesn't dare to approach."

Grandma laughing. "Because you don't have money?"

"It sure is so."

"Indeed, you better be filial now to your mother. You're the only man left in your family. It could be a family guard. If you're looking for a future wife, the first one must love your mother and your sisters." That was Grandma's message before going into her room to rest.

Salman shrugged his shoulders while smiling cynically. Grandma's message seemed to be an additional burden for him.

"What is Salman's future wife?" tanyaku. We lived together so I felt comfortable continuing my grandmother's interrogation.

"no one yet. My time is up for studying and foraging, after all, I don't have much of a crush like you." replied Salman as he gently pinched my nose.

"What cooking?"

"Said mama you've rejected Arfa's proposal and the son of the head of the village next door. Andi Syarif also talked to grandma if you have a crush. Plus you have a covert relationship with the director of that mining company." Salman smiled at the grim. Apparently mama has skinned me in front of Salman.

"Either after your face is like this." continued Salman with a sad face.

"Natural selection. In this way so know which is sincere love me." I replied lightly with a smile.

Salman pointed his thumb.