LOVE SONGS OF LOLOBATA

VENGEANCES

I remember the posture of the motorcyclist who shot Bray. I watched and compared carefully how the posture and the movements of Arfa. My faith is rounder. He's the one who shot Bray. His motives were reasonable and his posture was similar. But what about my parrot and babaku killer case? Is Arfa the culprit too? There was no motive to trigger Arfa to do the thing that hurt my heart the most. There's no way he did it.

He is my best friend and has helped me a lot throughout my life. But this morning my little heart felt betrayed. I never knew Arfa was good at concocting poison. Maybe it wasn't Arfa who shot the baba but he must have known who did it. I think that's the most reasonable hypothesis. While being disappointed and desperate Arfa learned archery and poison science on that person to take away the life of Bray who was thought to have taken my heart. It does not rule out the possibility that Arfa also has a personal vendetta against Bray related to the cause of Arfa's exit from the status of PT XY employees that he had been proud of.

"Sa love pe ngana, Fifa." said Arfa with a voice and a sad look.

I'm shaking. I've heard that phrase many times. I have repeatedly rejected it. Arfa kept saying it again and again. He should have known his determination could not change my heart. Love cannot be forced. Nevertheless, the wise say, love can still be pursued by constantly asking the Lord of hearts in prayer in the last third of the night so that He pinned love in the hearts of those we love.

This time it was the fear that had arisen in my heart. It was not love or compassion when he saw her sad eyes. The longer I get tired of his expressions of love.

According to the whispers of my heart, Arfa has only the ambition to control me. For a dozen years together he should have understood how I was. For me, love is a form of the sincerity of the heart to give and receive each other. Not demanding, forcing let alone master the beloved.

"Sa su said there was no love. Until anytime still can not." I replied firmly.

Crick. Broken branch sound. I looked towards the voice. I saw Santi trying to stand up grimacing and somewhat frightened near the broken branch. Apparently he slipped. I just remembered there was Santi escorting me.

"What's up, San? "

"I'm sorry, I fell in shock. There's a caterpillar." he replied half-smiling half-crying.

"Who is he?" asked Arfa in a high voice.

"He's Santi. He has a bodyguard."

Arfa looked at the sturdy girl sharply from head to toe. Santi replied with an equally sharp look right at his eyes. A moment later, Arfa's cynical gaze was directed at me as if accusing me of being a traitor.

"About a lot of money just want to meet friends now you have to bring a bodyguard." he protested.

I smiled faintly as I muttered inwardly, "Right. Time and circumstances have turned me more cunning. Especially facing a friend who can no longer be trusted as a friend."

I exhaled a little rough. Disappointed but I have to be able to control my emotions.

"How much has changed." he lamented by throwing his gaze at the swift water of the flowing river.

"Sorry, sa tara has plenty of time. Ngana confessed already. Let ngana live quietly. Don't have to keep hiding in the woods to."

"What to admit?"

"Mama mama kampung says ngana is wanted by the police father. Piki alone has nothing wrong. It's impossible to find a cop if you don't have it wrong. We know we live in the woods to hide. Dreams can be good work and a lot of money. Until when do you feel at home living alone in a forest far from modern civilization and does not promise a career like what you want. Ngana is young and has a long future. Piki again is well-informed about what to do in the future. Sa is always ready to help as a friend."

Arfa is silent with frown. Maybe he thinks I'm still a loner and doesn't care about mama-mama village gossip. Now the mama have allied with me.

"That problem must be faced. It won't be finished if you run. Inga sa says! Who will lose."

Arfa. His forehead creased. Looks like I'm weighing something. But I can't wait long. The day is bright. Better step away from him immediately. Arfa still does not want to honestly admit mistakes. Though I'm sure of one thing, the one who shot Bray was Arfa.

"Wait a minute, Fifa!"

I looked, "What else?"

"Don't marry Firdaus."

"Reason?"

You're my friend but you're hiding important facts about the baba killer from me. How can I believe your words, Arfa.

I left Arfa alone by the river. I walked away from that place without looking back. Santi had to face again with Arfa before following me walking home.

"He's Arfa, a friend from childhood." I explained to Santi.

I don't want Santi to think badly let alone report a no-no to Bray after hearing our conversation.

"Why did Miss secretly meet him? Though he who harmed Mr. Firdaus the other day."

"You give him a chance to voluntarily admit his mistake. He's been good all along. It's possible that he's caliph or influenced someone else."

Santi seemed unsatisfied with my answer. Of course when I got home I called Bray to tell him about my meeting with Arfa. To me honestly it was good even though my decision to leave secretly must have made Bray angry and disappointed.

"Why didn't you let me go before you met Arfa?" Obviously Bray's tone of voice sounded discordant and cold. But I was mentally prepared. I responded casually.

"I'm afraid Bray's calling the police."

"He's a fugitive, Fifa. I told you to let me know if there's any news about him. We should have called the police. Don't be rash! He could've hurt you."

"He's my best friend. It can't hurt me. I'd like to give him a chance to reflect on his mistake, apologize, and voluntarily turn himself in to the police."

"The truth is he doesn't want to do that, does he."

"Yes. But I didn't see him alone. If there's something with me, at least Santi can help and be a witness." I'm calm. I let out my powerful voice to sound stupid and make her pity.

Bray was silent. I thought he was starting to get influenced by my tricks. Can't bear to continue his anger at hearing the voice of a stupid girl who deserves to be understood. There was a clear sound in my ear a long breath before Bray asked again in a declining tone.

"What information did you get from him?" he asked in a low tone but still sounded a bit of pressure holding back the upset.

"nothing. Just complaining about not being at home working on the island of Obi because you can't work on the side of being a resin collector like the time here. In addition there are foreign workers and discriminatory treatment."

"You're saying he wasn't involved in the theft?"

"Of course."

Again I heard him breathing a bit harshly. I waited a while for Bray to get his emotions in order.

"Don't repeat it again! Next time anything about Arfa, talk to me."

"Yes. Sorry."

"May your words be heard by that sneer. Let's just wait tomorrow or the day after, whether he turns himself in or the police catch him in the woods."

I hope Arfa hears my words. I am still willing to help him. Maybe now he is still depressed and can not make a quick decision. But I'm sure he'll consider what I said just now.

"Oh yes, I'm confused. Arfa said he was fired by PT XY. But Bray said he resigned. Which is actually true?"

"Just ask Jim! The real events of HRD are willing to process his mistakes but Hisham defended and provide better solutions for his career. In addition to HRD, Jim keeps a copy of Arfa's resignation letter."

It is a bit difficult indeed when confronting news from people who are in any way different. Bray's gonna win. Bray is smarter, has a lot of money, has power, and has people who are loyal to him. I shouldn't have to worry about Arfa getting fired or resigning. What I need to underline is the fact that I see Arfa taking revenge on Bray. The matter of Arfa and Bray's relationship has nothing to do with my personal mission, which is to uncover who is behind the terror of the poisoned arrow. Until this second it was still dark and I was not sincere my baby died in such a way. I accept and accept destiny. If there's a chance I'll definitely find out who shot my son.