Nariswari - Toll Road to Love
Lolo, The Bajo Boy

2019 Years. The wheels of time spin not felt, also community service, now our project is in the village of Bajo. And became the location of my brother's counseling. We, share the task of empowering them. Some were extension, accompanying from the environmental side, and helping economically, while my job was to entertain them - not comfort women, providing life motivation to get a higher education and dream.

While the extension, providing counseling on how to capture marine animals by not damaging the ecosystem, in 2018, different from the past, from some fishermen there who use dangerous tools such as fish bombs, potash toxins, and other fish, drugs, tiger trawlers, and all sorts of dangerous. Fish bombs have been around since 65. Also because there is a government program, with the help of Motorboat Paste becomes on progress for mentoring, and reporting.

I also came out of the house owned by Bu Sama to see the architecture of this building, observing the wooden bridges that are connected to each other. This bridge was built on water, materialized with mangrove wood, as well as their houses. The typology of their houses is square or rectangular with a five san or saddle roof, materialized in zinc or rumbia.

These houses are made floating, with dead rocks as foundations, then connected mangrove wooden columns to support the building. I also observed a support pole which was about 4 meters high, while the sea water at high tide was approximately 3.5 meters. As one of the leaders in the tribe of Bajo said, if the house rises more than 4 meters, when the sea water recedes, the population will have difficulty to move, the house will feel very high, the house will feel very high, and uncomfortable.

Not ergonomic, said a former Ergonomics lecturer.

I was so interested in looking at the view around me, even though I grew up near the coast as well. But my house is included in a district that is not deserted from the settlement. I also crouched down to see the foundation of the building that looks from above, because the water is very clear, bluish green, so the foundation can be seen even in the water.

If only Nathan could see this amazing village!

I also patted my chest. What have I been thinking? It's been 2 years, but it's still on the surface. Why didn't he just drown, like the tsunami in Palu? Ironic!

Then from the same direction I saw the boat. My mom called it katinting. Fishing boat. Mamak likes stories, the old man used it to support the family. He can sail the ocean for days without coming home. While, grandma, at that time, looking for crabs and clams on the coast. Or gardening waiting for grandpa to come home. So romantic of them. There was a moment of joy when I welcomed my grandfather home. I can't live west with Natan.

I was still looking at the blue-painted boat. There's someone on it. I just realized, he was looking at me from earlier. I was clumsy and immediately saw another sight.

I also returned to the house of Ma Sama. One of the influential figures here. We also chatted. Talk about our program. Shortly thereafter. One figure came in. He politely greeted.

He's a figure I found on a bed about half an hour ago. The boy caught my eye. Then smiled awkwardly. I can only look strangely.

Bu Sama also introduced his son named Lolo, he is a man with a pretty sweet appearance, tanned, and curly hair typical of the Bajo people, his age is as high as 1st grade High School. So young. I also did JLEB.

He has a mighty body, and a strong one. Seen from the muscles and veins of his hands, if he is hardworking. Truly a dream husband candidate. My inner. He is also polite and active. As in Rita Sugiarto's song, Men Idaman. Mamak's favorite buds.

Then Ms. Sama asked me to motivate Lolo to get him back to school. Clumsily I nodded too. I began to tell stories about my dreams, the struggle for school, to be accepted in Java with great competition, sometimes made sick of having to learn self-taught, even before the rooster woke up, being, being, for the bugis, learning private with tentor is not the culture, therefore I envy the Javanese who can learn more and facilitated their parents.

Lolo and I were on a bridge in the form of wooden boards connected by elongated wood, and, while sitting on it looking at the sea-this situation happened because those at the house of Bu Sama still discussed the empowerment program. Be me with Lolo. And it feels like venting.

I told you about the joy of wandering. Fun learning. I caught from the light of his eyes he was also enthusiastic. I taught him architecture too. Describe the terms of their buildings that correspond to architectural names. Although he also knows, but only different terms, with regional languages. Also his construction and art.

There is a characteristic of a Lolo, is a mole overgrown with hair on his right neck. It makes you pay attention and want to laugh.  Lolo is very happy. He's full of spirit. Good friend, warm and polite. He's second after June, which is interesting when spoken to. His thinking was advanced and different, unlike other youths. He's revolutionary. Although not school.

I also thought that if this kid was empowered, maybe he would be of great benefit to his tribe. I also made a list. a new PR for us to record citizens to develop, and I put Lolo in the head.

I also stopped. My chest suddenly felt narrow. Feels claustrophobic. Then I said, Lolo looked worried, immediately I ran for a signal, decided to call June.

I don't know if I suddenly remember. I don't know, why!

I asked about Nathan. He said it was fine. I was relieved, but I still felt bad. It still hurts. I turned around, Lolo still looked at me from a distance. In his eyes it looked profound.

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This is the first time I became a real bug girl, wading through the ocean on a katinting with Lolo. Catch fish, enjoy the smell of salt water, and be watered by the hot sun.

The impossible thing I did when I was Natan's wife, it felt like this was my life, and this is how a bug girl should live. Life and death in the sea. As a sailor's ancestor, and his grandchildren are like that. I fell in love with the ocean, but I couldn't swim.

Lolo also taught me how to catch fish using nets. Using this fishing gear, we can bring home kuwe fish, sails, selar, bellanak, and sponge-bandeng if in Semarang .

"Sister Nar, is that brother still in college?" Lolo seemed hesitant to ask that. While taking the fish that are entangled in the net. This time he asked me about my privacy. In addition to the world of education. And I'm just scratching. Do I still look that young?

I laugh. Then shake.

"Have graduated?" tanyanya nervous.

I shook my head again. Makes her even more curious, "I'm still in school" I said as I helped her put these fish into the box.

"Continue?"

"Yes, like the age. The difference is, brother here there's a program, anyway, so maybe still in college."

I also flushed. But I hid it, "Oh, I see! Our age is around ...." I started trying to count. Then speak up. It turned out to be far away. I also stopped.

Lolo still looked curious. Age is just a matter of numbers. Because Lolo is so young, but so mature.

"When I was in 5th grade, well, you were just born."

"Huh? That serious?"

I'm nodding. He tried to count, then guess. "10 years?"

"Yes, that's right." I clapped. Little worried.

"What is it?"

I then nodded.

"I graduated from college about 2 years ago." I smiled bitterly, looking down. "And he's married." The sentence skipped without me noticing.

He also coughed. And I just realized.

"Do you believe?" I pretended to laugh.

His furrowed eyebrows then expand. He's gushing relieved. He also laughed.

What have I done? Why should I lie?

My daydream ended when Lolo cleared his throat, then asked.

"Why did you want to come here so hard?"

"You mean our program?" ask me to explore Lolo's questions. Lolo nodded.

"When on holidays like this, you can rest, anyway! Than hot in here."

I laugh. "You're kicking us out?"

Lolo shook his head quickly. He scratched his head.

"This is not my major. But ... uhm, I've read articles about Pope ******. 9.5 Meters long, the whale was stranded, and it was dead and decaying. He was stranded in the waters of Kapota Village, Wakatobi."

"SultRA Wakatobi?"

"Yes, where else is wakatobi?" I looked lazy.

"Continue?"

"The remains in the belly of the whale found a lot of plastic waste."

"Huh?" Lolo gawking. He swallowed.

"There were 5.9 kilograms of plastic waste found in his stomach." I also took out the android after I wiped my fishy smelling hand. Then look for screenshots of the article. "Well, here!" I exhaled. "5.9 kilograms of plastic waste were found in the belly of the whale. 3.26 kilograms of rapia rope, 150 grams of plastic bottles, 750 grams of plastic cups, 270 grams of flip-flops, etc, 260 Grams of plastic bags, and 140 grams of hard plastic." My eyes stopped mentioning those numbers. There's an invisible murder out there. How ironic!

Lolo looked at the grim. Then nod. He knows why we are here. He also 100% supports the action of moral formation of the population at sea or land to preserve the ocean.