LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

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The next night Bray called me back to tell me that his papa's heart surgery was over and he had made it through his critical period. Mr. Budhi has been transferred to the ICCU, an intensive care room specifically for patients with cardiovascular-related diseases or better known as heart disease. It's pretty stable. Bray looks brighter because of it even though tired letters still appear on his face.

"Where's Bray sleeping?"

I don't know why I now like to take a look at Bray's personal matters because I don't want to end the phone. While I've run out of work talk. Our bird conservation and breeding activities have gone well even without the presence of both of us. Of course, all that thanks to a couple of veterinarians who do love the profession and the world of fauna. It seems that now we are starting to be able to derail the name of their hard work.

"We rented 2 hotel rooms opposite the hospital."

"Tok 2 rooms?"

"There were 3 loyal assistants helping and escorting our family. They're taking care of everything we need here and taking turns waiting in the hospital."

Wow very lucky. I think 3 loyal assistants are the same as Mr. Rodi, bi Ika and bi Siti who dedicated their lives to grandmother. They know even more in detail what grandma needs and what she likes or dislikes. I'm not necessarily able to take care of Grandma so diligently. Today having loyal workers is a priceless gift with anything. Rarities. In the midst of the onslaught of the materialist lifestyle, the feudal concept of loyalty and devotion remained evident in their psyche. No fading. They have served their grandmothers for generations. Whether this culture will stop in the grandmother generation or can continue to the next generation. I'm pessimistic. Their kindness is protected by the long-held belief that peace of life is to serve the caliph. I believe that belief no longer exists along with the massive spread of global culture through various media.

"You come here dong, Fifa. Look at me and my papa. I need a friend. Papa's condition has been down lately. Tired of facing divorce trial and various problems that come and go." complained Bray with the look of my eyes. I see the fragile side of a person who is seen as having all the sources of happiness.

"The trial is over?"

"Yet. The process is convoluted because the party there spread false news in various media and a lot of demands. The lawyer said it was likely next week that a verdict would be heard. Pray for the best decision. We're tired and we don't want an appeals procedure."

"I always pray my best for Bray and his family."

"Thank you."

Without asking Bray to tell me about the conflicts and problems in his family. It started with her mother who died of cancer. Soon her father remarried a beautiful young widow and was well known among national celebrities. In a marriage that has been running for 7 years, they have no children. Bray remains an only child. But it was not the problem child caused his father to file for divorce, but his stepmother's affair with another younger man.

"Papa was very angry when he caught my stepmother's actions by himself. All you need to know is that my stepmother is Maudy's aunt."

Huh huh? Bray tries to imprison Maudy. He was very disappointed and angry at our peaceful decision. I'm not the cause. There were many troubles and grudges stacked against that family.

"He's the one who married Bray to Maudy's mom?" I'm trying to guess where Bray's story is going. Matchmaking is a classic thing that is used to be the premise in a human story. From the stone age to the age of the internet matchmaking there are still those who perpetuate.

Bray let my questions float. He continued his story. "My stepmother was a famous television host, smart, beautiful and had wide connections. Since marrying her, papa's business is claimed to be growing. That's why when he was sued for divorce he asked for a very large amount of gono gini treasure."

"Mas Bray will fall into poverty if his request is approved by the court?"

Bray laughed at the spontaneous, stupid question.

I immediately closed my mouth as soon as I realized that sentence might hurt him. "Based on a boneless tongue." I mean in my heart.

"Eh, sorry!" that word came out of my mouth. I bowed while crossing my right hand on my chest.

"Yes no. The division of gono gini treasures will not make me poor. We were rich before papa knew him." he said, raising his chin.

Snippy.

I don't think the rich man's problem is really complicated. They are too rich in treasure. As long as they want to mengikhlaskan treasure maybe the business can be settled and not be a burden of painful thoughts. Treasure will not be taken to death.

That windfall has its value in our life records. No matter how hard we hold on to possessions, if God wants to take them there will be a way to lose. Qarun whose wealth is abundant can lose all his wealth. Unfortunately, only a few humans take their wisdom from the story of Qarun.

I am proud of the baba who was able to leave his wealth and nobility to preach and live peacefully with nature. Well although not easy also live on the edge of the forest inland. Every choice has its good and bad consequences.

"What about Bray himself?"

"I feel benefited by this case. The family feud made it easier for me to disallow my engagement to Maudy. Our relationship with their families continues to deteriorate. What I fear now is solitude. Papa's life spirit is very low, Fifa. At the age of sixty years old papa already feel useless. I'm afraid of losing papa. I'm not ready to live a day."

I'm training. Even though there are no eyes, I can listen to the heart groans of someone who is disappointed because of loneliness. I once lived alone in a baba house, but never felt alone. That must have hurt.

"Mas Bray must continue to pray and encourage papa. God is healed."

"Help me dong, Fif!" he asked in a voice that sounded sad.

"What help?"

"You look at my papa here. Look at me too hehehe."

"Duh, how is it? Bray knows how I look. My skin is half dry. Papa Mas Bray can be more stressed to see such a terrible face." I'm the way it is. That's what I'm afraid of.

"He knew that the wound was Maudy's. He was at the zoom and saw you when Grandma asked Maudy to apologize, but didn't talk."

Did ya? Well, that's really embarrassing. I think besides the families of both sides, only Bray witnessed Maudy's apology. I see no Budhi Sanjaya name on the list of participants. Did he use another name?

"He had a personal talk with grandma and understood you were just a victim. He actually wants to apologize to you for feeling involved in the problem that triggered his brutality. In any case he feels guilty about joining the stepmother scenario that betrothed me to Maudy."

I'm down. Running out of reasons to refuse. I honestly want to cheer up and support her. I wanted to keep her company so I wouldn't feel alone. I wanted to meet him in person, embrace him, and sit down with him to pour out our hearts. But this wound made me not confident.

"Fifa ..."

Slowly my lips curled up a smile. I always liked it when he hung his words on my name. Next sentence count. Bray replied with unease. Confused to choose what words to express his heart.

We both stayed silent for a moment.

"If you don't mind, I'll have Jim help you get your passport for Monday tomorrow" he said hesitantly.

That subtle request sentence sounds like a compulsion. I wasn't given a choice.

"Before anfal, papa had said he wanted to see you. I'm afraid this is his last request." Bray's voice sounded raucous, slow and doubtful. He was very careful in pronouncing each word.

If you have spoken to the request of a person who is very sick, it is difficult to refuse. I agree with a nod of the head. I'll consider.