LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

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Tut tut tuuut my gawa rang again. Video call from Bray.

I saw him so shocked when my image appeared with Salman still embracing my shoulder.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Salman and I say hello together.

"Wa Wa'alaikumsalam." Bray answered nervously and then heard a long ring indicating that the phone connection had been cut off.

Me and Salman looked at me.

"She seems to have misunderstood."

With a bit of panic I immediately pressed the green phone handle image on Bray's number. The call was connected but never picked up until the answering operator ordered me to leave a voicemail.

I don't know what happened to Bray. I'm afraid he's angry at the sight. The look on his face stiffened and nervous as he answered the greeting. Well how is this. He must have misunderstood. I should have taken off before Salman just received a call from him.

I'd better write a short message for clarification.

"Good night, Bray. Why is the phone closed? Getting angry? Sorry yeah. That day with me was my brother; Salman. I'm sorry I haven't told you about Salman who has now graduated from college and service in Jailolo. We just met today."

Sent messages only tick one. I waited a few minutes for the message to arrive. Though my quot is still a lot. It's likely the hook has been switched off.

"Where?"

"Phone not picked up. Chat tick one. I think it's turned off immediately."

Salman smiled bitterly. My body's squeezing. There's nothing I can do to fix things. Better to go to bed. It's almost morning.

"I'll ride first, brother. It's almost morning."

Salman nodded. "Send the number to me, Fif. Let me call you when he gets to tomorrow he still won't be contacted."

"no need. It's my personal problem. I can finish it myself." Just think it's okay. Maybe the battery is gone.

The incident made it difficult for me to sleep. The lights are off. I have offered a sleep prayer. But my eyes are hard to close. I keep saying prayers and recitation. If bad thoughts come to my mind. I don't know how long I've been doing that until I'm finally tired of putting me to sleep.

I woke up again. Azan dawn is not heard. The new 6 hours can open my eyes and start my daily activities with a body that feels less fresh. My head is a little heavy and lazy to do anything.

At 9 pak Taqi picked us up for a management meeting at the plantation office. I didn't want to attend because Salman represented our family as the owner. His knowledge and knowledge of the plantation is definitely higher than mine. But Salman made me accompany him. In addition, Mr. Taqi said, there are some financial documents and cooperation agreements that I must check and sign.

"I am deeply concerned about the calamity that befell Phifa. I think it's a sign that Fifa's brother should stay here just accompany Arifah's mother."

"He still weighs leaving the bird and the baba's tomb." Salman is the spokesman.

Salman and Mr Taqi talk a lot about the issues surrounding the plantation. I didn't respond at all. The content of the conversation no one stopped in the head. Most of the vaporization into space is mixed with carbon dioxide coming out of the speaker's mouth.

Along the way I was silent, as well as during management meetings in the office. There is only a small part of the meeting conclusion that settles in the head. The rest evaporates in the air. My brain only notes the core conclusion of the management agreement that Salman will be the director and he will be in the office 2 days a week, which is Saturday and Sunday. For that office holiday set for Monday. Office staff work days change to be different from other office habits. Unless there is a special and important agenda, Salman will take a leave of absence from his official duties as agricultural extension officer in Jailolo. Financial control is entirely in my hands. Financial transactions started using corporate banking which token authorizes transactions in my hands and Salman. The estate cashier only holds 50 million daily operating funds with an impress system. Refilling the funds based on a report containing the amount of use of the previous period so that the nominal remains the same.

Many times I have looked at my style. My message still ticks one. This condition makes me more nervous. My mind's getting wild guessing what's wrong with Bray. He's not usually like this. There's no way the battery's gone. Ten hours have passed. Where the battery may require recharging time during that time. Most likely Bray got angry and decided he wouldn't call me again. My number is blocked. I'm afraid Bray will never call me again. Why is it like this? Why is his attitude so childish? If I'm angry to see Salman embrace me, why won't he let me clarify? Or do not suddenly Bray had an accident until his car was damaged and until now Bray was unconscious.

Many questions plowed my brain into not being able to concentrate fully on this important meeting.

"Mas Bray was back in Jakarta yesterday morning. Suddenly picked up on a private plane by his friend Steve at the airport in Buli. Doi tara give me some news?" said Hisham via phone application.

"Evening but suddenly disconnected and could not be reached. I'm afraid there's a problem."

"Attent. Ngana wait a minute. I'll try to call Bray."

I waited in fear. If for example Hisham managed to contact Bray then my number is blocked. Duh shy. To be put where my face is. If in fact so about I have to say what the reason is so that my impression remains good in front of Hisham.

"The number is off."

I'm a little relieved. Then Bray didn't get angry and blocked my number. But there is another possibility that makes me not calm. What if he turns out to be in an accident? I'm not ready to hear bad news about Bray. I want to make sure how it is going.

"Try on asking Jim. Jim knows Bray's agenda. Maybe Bray's on a trip abroad so his number hasn't been active for a long time."

"Thank you, Brother Hisham. I'll call Jim right away."

Bray never told me if I wanted to travel abroad. If that's not the reason, then why?

I called Jim to ask Bray's agenda so that my heart would be calmer. How do you know Bray forgot not to tell me or want a story but was hindered by Fifi's behavior last night. In the meantime call me the plane is leaving. I hope that happens.

"Sa never knew Bray's schedule on holidays. Yesterday just said I wanted to go back to Jakarta to finish the job there for a week."

"Is there a travel agenda abroad?"

"Tara."

"Bray called all night but suddenly died. Sa sent a message until now only tick one. The number is not active anymore. Are there any other numbers we might be able to use on the phone?"

"Wait for the sabantar. Sa call her family home." Jim sounded panicked to hear my explanation.

Duh. My anxiety is troubling people on holidays. It doesn't taste good. But how else. I need to know Bray's situation and they're the only people close to Bray I know.

I waited a little while for Jim. About 10 minutes later, Jim just called me.

"Father mas Bray anfal midnight. He was taken to the nearest hospital but was referred to his subscription hospital in Singapore this morning. Departing around 9 o'clock on a special plane. No word yet on how he is. Said his housekeeper Mas Bray was sleeping because he didn't sleep all night waiting for his father. Wait a few hours maybe Bray will reactivate the phone."

I let out a long breath. Once again my prejudices are not proven. The real thing is not what I imagined. May his father be healed.

"Thank you, Jim. Sa bedoa may Mr. Budhi Sanjaya get well soon."

"Amen."

Although it's not good news but I'm quite relieved to hear Jim's explanation. There's a chance Bray wasn't as angry as I thought. His phone was off due to panic over his father's safety.

I went back to the management boardroom. Mr. Taqi, Salman and several managers have already set off on a visit to the chocolate plantation. Some of the staff went home half a day because that was the work rule on Saturday. Unlike the garden workers who work with holidays alternating with each other.

I went into the boardroom and fulfilled my duties in the room with Sofia, the finance staff who explained the important things I thought were awkward and tidied up the files I had signed. The amount of work was enough to distract me. Even so, sometimes I still look at whether my message is double-checked and blue.