LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

MAMA MAMA

Sunday night I flew with Salman to Ternate. While Mama had already left to escort Fifi and a piece of her groceries flew to Makassar. After dawn we landed in Ternate immediately continue the journey by fast boat across the sea to the city of Sofifi. In that city we split up. Salman rented a car to Jailolo. While I picked up Hisham who Bray had been waiting for to escort me.

"Titip Fifa, Brother Hisham" Salman said before getting into the car he rented.

"Ready, Kaka. It has a duty. Take Miss Diamond to her house. Don't you come home on Friday afternoon?"

"Yes. God willing."

"Be careful on the road."

"Ngoni so be careful bring us the diamonds."

"Scuffed again. Crews." Salman laughed as he put his hands across his neck.

Salman waved his hand before his rental car walked away from us. From then on I went through the day with more strict guard. Sitting with me in the back seat of an SUV that takes me home to the village of a female security guard named Santi. He's been sent by Bray specifically to be my bodyguard. Hisham sat with the driver in the front seat. The friendly man was acting stiffer to me. At first we were quiet. But I thought back to my conversation with Bray about Arfa. It would not hurt if I confirmed the news to Hisham who was said to bear shame due to the Arfa case accused of stealing and escaping from the island of Obi.

"Sister Hisham, can I ask you something?"

"Please, Miss."

"Don't call the lady. Sa is still hearing it. Just call Fifa as usual."

"From now on ngoni who must get used to being called miss, because sabantar again does not become a wife mas Bray."

I'm pouting. He also changed the call to ngana like wanting to show distance to me.

"Don't do that, Brother Hisham. We're still friends."

Hisham smiled faintly.

"Sir Hisham, why never tell Fifa about the Arfa case?"

Hisham scratched his head. Looks confused and awkward.

"Can't it be the same Bray?"

Hisham. Without having to speak, from his expression I interpreted yes. They have a secret that has been agreed upon.

"Mas Bray told me everything. Fifa just wants to hear Hisham's version."

"Fetus."

"What is idem?"

"What Bray said, that's what I know. It's no different."

"Sister Hisham doesn't consider Fifa a friend?"

"Status Fifa is more than just a friend. The boss's future wife." she replied grimacingly.

"Sir Hisham ..."

"Don't make our position difficult, miss. What Bray tells us is our source. So it must be the same."

It was difficult to force Hisham to behave normally as a friend. His mind was already contaminated by his boss which definitely had to be justified. There was an order that he considered a trust that must be kept until death.

I pursed my lips again and slammed my body in the chair. Hisham doesn't care. Within 5 hours of the road trip Hisham was busy monitoring his work through his salary until tired and asleep. He looks so tired. Poor thing. A big company field manager has to waste 10 hours back and forth on the way to ensure the safety of a Fifa who refuses air pickup facilities. I mean, I don't want to burden the company because it costs a lot, but I don't realize my decision to buy Hisham's work time.

The heat put me to sleep on the way. Know-know awake when it is almost past the last bridge to the boundary of our village.

"We turn first, sir. Sa wants to pilgrimage tomb sa have baba."

I miss baba. Last time I wasn't quite satisfied at his grave because Bray was hurt. Now his tomb must have been overgrown with weeds.

I was in Baba's grave for a long time. Santi helped me wean the grass that grew in the baba's tomb. Besides praying, I talked about many things. Tells the story of Mama and Fifi who accompanied grandmother in Makassar, the return of Salman, the wedding plan with Bray and the fragment of my life story that I have not been able to tell to baba.

"Sorry, how long?" I said to Hisham and the driver who was still patiently waiting for me finished vaping my race at Baba's grave.

I asked them to come back to the office because I could walk home with Santi. My house is near. My luggage is not much. But Hisham and the driver refused. I had to escort her and make sure I was safe at home.

"It's okay, Fifa. Until the afternoon we wait." said Hisham, smiling. His face looks tired.

"Sa's not feeling good."

They're taking me home. Even Santi was ordered to accompany me at home. The girl had already come to bring her clothes and clean the house.

"Where do you clean the house, San?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Sir Hisham."

Not just clean. In my house there are also new things that did not exist before such as refrigerators and gas stoves.

"This is the refrigerator you have?"

"Miss has."

"Sa piki ngana brought the fridge here."

"Sir Hisham who bought on the orders of Mr. Firdaus."

There's nothing I do but say "Oooh." Yes already. Just accept. There's no need to complain to Bray and Hisham. Free. Both of them certainly do not consider this a trivial problem worth responding to.

Blessing from the people who take care of the house, new electronics and news that mama and Fifi now live in Makassar brings a new effect for mama-mama Rempong who like to gather next door. Suddenly they became good and super friendly approaching my house that no aviary in the yard. The aviary has been moved to the front of the special foundation office for Aga residence.

"Home alone, sister Fifa? Fifi and Mala's mom moved to Makassar huh?"

"Yes. Fifi moved schools there. Accompanying grandma."

"Tarada put a gift for us?" todong mama Hiya while crabbing with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Sorry, mama mama. Sa could not buy souvenirs. Want what? Later will be sent mama from Makassar with delivery package services." tawarku basa stale.

Unacquainted with the stale mama mama immediately made a request.

"Sa wants the oil of the wasp that closes in white, sister Fifa. Babanya Hiya goutnya often recur. Wasp oil from Makassar is the most effective remedy."

"Sa also wants the oil of the wasp white lid."

"Sa wants some bagea cake."

"Sa wants passionfruit syrup."

"Sa wants Toraja coffee, sister Fifa. Said Tori coffee Toraja no opponent."

Whahuh? There are many requests of them. But fine. I will still note that it can be sent immediately through the fastest shipping service package. I am looking to share my happiness with them because today my business has been facilitated by God and they have been kind to me.

"Su we record all your requests and send a message to Fifi number. Mama please wait another 2 or 3 days. Hopefully su's order gets all here."

The mother shouted excitedly, saying thank you even though the order was not visible to the eye. I'm smiling too. Today is beautiful. I just felt the difference in their treatment. Either because we are conscious and feel we lost as neighbors or because of something else. I don't care what the reason is. When they're being nice, I have to be good, too. Today I am interested in joining them to hear the news and gossip circulating in the village. Although the truth must be tested, but sometimes there is preliminary information about the existence of Arfa.

"The Deya family moved to Vedas, Fifa. Ashamed of not getting married to Arfa. The debt was all paid off when Arfa came home last month." Mama Hiya started gossiping.

This is important information for me. I listen to it without responding.

"Mama papa Arfa said Arfa only came home a day and then returned to the island of Obi. But recently there were police looking for Arfa. Reportedly he was accused of stealing and escaping from the island of Obi."

"really?" Some mama looked surprised but some reacted normally.

"Maybe he stole to pay his family's debt" another cynical chimpanzee said.

"The Alpha did not return to the island of Obi. Sa believes he wandered into the forest because he was disappointed to have already paid the debt but Fifa was not there. Fifi always said Fifa was betrothed to grandma in Makassar."

"really it. Arfa did not return to the island of Obi. Tio's father once found out he was selling amber in the shackles."

Change mama mama talk. I just listen carefully. I'm getting all the information. Right or wrong needs to be reviewed. Ghibah information mixed up gossip like this I'll never get from Bray or Hisham. It's not factual news. At least my curiosity about Arfa's news was a little treated to hear their story. Apparently the news about Arfa is going viral among the village mama-mama.

"Listen Arfa is wanted by the police for archery of Paradise. Papa Key claimed to cross paths with people who look like Arfa and his friend at the end of the village road riding the same honda on the day of the incident."

I'm appalled. Staring at the short-haired mama who brought astonishing news. Is this the information Bray is still hiding from me? Arfa is suspected by police of archery Bray. I tried to remember the motorist who shot Bray that day. His body posture was at first glance similar to Arfa.

But what's the reason Arfa shot Bray? If it was Arfa, could he have killed Baba? Oh, it doesn't feel like. It must not be Arfa. There's no motive for Arfa to kill baba who never had a problem with her. Moreover, Arfa was immature at that time and did not have the skills to concoct poison. Nope. It wasn't Arfa who killed baba.

"Where have you met Arfa, Fifa?" asked one of my mom to bring my attention back.

"Tara." I answered for sure.

"Arfa must be disappointed because he chose the mine boss."

"Eh don't talk so mama Je. If we were Fifa, we would choose Lord Firdaus over Arfa. There's no good that Arfa. Not only his parents are in debt. He's a fugitive cop."

"Manalah may be Arfa compared to Lord Firdaus. Like the heavens and the earth." Mama Hiya chuckled in a dismissive tone.

"We support marrying only Mr. Firdaus. So that the village of the splash is blessed."

"It has. It's been. It's time for the schoolgirls to come home. Let's pick him up to school. 3 more days we wait for the souvenirs that Fifa promised. Come, Fifa. Let's take the kids to school first."