LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

FIFI COVERAGE

Bray decided to bring his father back to Jakarta after his health condition was quite stable and continued treatment by hiring medical personnel at home. I finally got to see Mr. Budhi without needing to make a passport. Mama and Fifi who frenzied want to know how the city of Jakarta do not want to miss with me. While Salman who departs directly from Ternate will follow us to the hotel that has been booked Fifi through the online travel agent application.

Fifi activated the device when we reached the airport terminal. As usual, she started to be tacky doing live broadcasts on her social media. "Wellcome to Jekardah. Fifi has arrived in Jekardah yes, Guys" he said as he waved at the camera and put on a smile.

A moment later he again closed his car and put it in the sling bag he was carrying. "The city is huge. If we're going to Korea, what's the way here?" ask Fifi while twisting her body and stretching out her hands.

"Yes no. This is a special terminal for domestic arrivals." I replied with confidence. We just set foot in this big airport.

"Yes anyway. From that day on it only looks one person doang. There are many bule and there are passport checkpoints." Fifi chimed in with a smile of a pretentious smile. He looks happy.

We followed the passengers who got off the same plane while noticing every direction. The arrival gate turned out to be far from where we were dropped off the plane. If only the passengers on the plane were the three of us, we might have gotten lost in this vast building.

"Tomorrow we'll take a walk to the mall, Ma. Fifi's been keeping records of our itenary for 2 days now. Tonight we hang out at the viral cafe next to the hotel. Tomorrow at 10 we take a walk to the mall which there is an ice skating arena and a stage musical or fashion show that is usually held at the end of the week. His lunch at the Dookki restaurant continues to hunt for items that are more trendy in branded boutiques until satisfied. Sunday we go to the Sudirman area, try to take the MRT, and take photos in a viral place around there."

Fifi has memorized the list of places she wants to visit for 2 days. His eyes glared far away to the place he was addressing.

"Our main destination to Jakarta is sick Mr. Budhi. Why not get on thatenary list?" mama's protest reminded me casually.

"That's my goal, Fifa. Fifi destination wants to heal up look around the place hang out Jakarta children who are viral." exclaimed Fifi while walking tiptoe.

Fifi turned her head towards me and smiled spoiledly, "Sorry yes, sis. We have different goals."

I slammed with. When whining to ask to come, the promise is the same grandmother to Jakarta to accompany and take care of me. It turns out the original only want to join the tour so that it can go to a place that is considered viral in Jakarta.

"Can't be, Fifi." scold mama slowly.

"Fifi didn't go to see Mr. Budhi because of pity on my brother, Ma. If you later see Mr. Budhi Fifi is afraid to be stunned and change his mind."

"Oh, his sister Fifa was more beautiful, cheerful, and fasionable. Then I pull again yes his proposal that was yesterday. I want Bray to marry just his sister." said Fifi by mimicking the style of speech and the voice of an adult man.

Mom and I smiled. It feels like I want to play a chatty child who likes to hallucinate and over-confident it. There's only reason.

"Can't do that, Fifi. We have to see Mr. Budhi first. We can go to Jakarta because of Fifa." said Mama.

"Eit, we're leaving not with Fifa's money. The money that Fifa used to finance us was derived from grandfather's legacy. That means it's my money and my mom's money, too."

Ja. It was money together. But grandma, mama and Salman agreed to entrust the management to me because I was considered trustworthy and disciplined. Fifi did not really understand it until often protests about legacy money. No one has protested that. Because everyone knows that Fifi is given a lot of money, his impulsive nature will spend money in an instant to buy unnecessary items. Danger.

"We promised my grandmother would go to Jakarta to accompany sister Fifa. My mom will stay on the original goal. If your attitude is like this next time if there is business to Jakarta you do not have to follow. Ngerepotin."

"Well, it's Ma."

"There! You go to the place you want. But don't ask for money with mom."

"Sorry! Then we look at Mr. Budhi first. How about breakfast in the morning. There's still time. Usually the mall just opens at 10." Fifi tried to bargain for a solution. He knows that in the city everything is meaningless without money. If mama is not willing to give money, she is definitely dead style.

Mama turned to me, "How about, Fifa?"

"Whatever mama."

"Sir Budhi is being treated at home right?"

"That means it doesn't matter to go to Budhi's house around 8am."

"good. Fifa will tell Bray."

The nature of Fifi is quite the opposite of me. He was very talkative and spontaneous. Sometimes tacky and annoying but easy to apologize and forgive.

Born of the same womb and seed. Raised together in the care of both parents. But since childhood we have had different interests. I love living in a natural environment. While Fifi was so amazed to see concrete forests, crowds and modernity of the city. For Fifi, a visit to Jakarta is a special opportunity that must be immortalized through images and videos shared with the public. While I'm not interested at all. I am more interested in taking pictures of the beauty of nature.

Since at the airport, enter the hotel until the atmosphere of dinner at the cafe which he said was viral did not escape documentation. Food in the cafe is normal. Still better cook food in our shop. But herenya visitors to have to queue reservations the day before and sit was limited to a maximum of one hour. Wonder. But the excitement of visitors who are mostly teenagers is precisely what appeals to Fifi. Some of the coverage was broadcast live on social media. Some photos and videos are saved for posting the next day. I see him like a reporter doing travel coverage.

When we got to Bray's house. Fifi was stunned to see a modern minimalist two-story building with a high iron fence and the garden was neatly arranged. More magnificent than the grandmother's house that uncle had sold. His eyes immediately looked at every corner with their sharpest. Instinct leads him to take the device and snap at various angles. The boy even had a short talk like a reporter covering the news. Must be live updates on his social media.

"Ck ck. Cool. I got to my sister-in-law's house huh, guys. You can see for yourself. This home page is very large. There's a helipad and a helicopter parked there." Fifi pointed towards the object she mentioned in astonishment. Her face looks brighter.

Salman pulled Fifi's hand when someone opened the big door for us. He told Fifi to put the device back in the bag and warned the child that it was not permissible to take pictures in people's homes.

"Please enter!"

The green uniformed assistant smiled kindly and guided us to sit waiting for the host in a large room with giant crystal lights hanging high and luxurious.

"We change roles, brother. I want to be Budhi's son-in-law."

I shake my head. Remember his misbehavior since yesterday at the airport.

"Where can change roles. Mas Bray will not want to be the same impulsive and flirtatious child like you. The quiet and mysterious girl was more attractive." Salman commented with a smile and filled Fifi's face with his palm.

"Ih, why is Salman's brother following along." The chatty girl pursed her lips and brushed Salman's hand away loudly and quickly.

"Funny and viral times yes if we become an exchangeable bride. Hihihah"

Fifi is like imagining being a Korean drama.

"Whoa. It will not go viral. It has been told a lot of fiction and tv soap operas. People are bosen."

Fifi kicked her foot into the earth. Piqued. A second later he improved his sitting posture as sweetly as possible because he heard footsteps.

"Welcome to our home!" Bray looked down the stairs with his hair and face still wet.

Just this time I saw him wearing a tee shirt and knee-length pants. It looks relaxed without reducing its charm. Bray greeted us all and was a little stale before driving us to his father's room. A smile and a special look remained in my direction. I can only be ashamed.

"Papa's still being monitored by nurses 24 hours. You should not be able to go home from the hospital but you are not at home asking to go home. Since his condition is stable enough, he can finally go home on condition."

"Still monitored by a doctor?"

"Subspecialty cardiologists come every day."

Fifi deliberately walked beside Bray when entering the intended room. Search attention. Perhaps the screenplay of the bride's story swapped still filled her mind.