Cinderella Modern
OUR BIRTHDAY

This was the tenth time Aslan had contacted Icha, but Icha did not answer his call, it was not appointed, the Icha were exhausted.

"It's a very sieh habit to sleep like a dead person." Aslan.

Feeling that even a hundred times to call Icha would definitely not be lifted, making Aslan have the initiative to wake him up directly, but first he stepped foot into the kitchen and approached the refrigerator, so he could not help but, open it and take the tarts he bought this afternoon, yes, exactly twelve o'clock, they're 18, he and Icha because they were born on the same date, they always celebrate together, they always celebrate together, by bringing a cake that has been planted with candles with the number 18 on it, one hand against the gift to be given to Icha as a gift.

The atmosphere outside was dim because it was only illuminated by a crescent moon and street lights that glowed dimly, Icha's room on the second floor was pitch black which signified his drowning. Aslan picked up small pebbles to wake Icha by throwing them in the window of his room.

There was a loud sound from the window that was pelted with gravel, unfortunately Icha did not grow at all with just one pebble, until all the gravel in Aslan's hand was exhausted, Icha there were no signs of waking up, and there were no signs, Aslan grabbed her hair in frustration, she blabbed, "She must have forgotten again that this is our birthday."

With a steady heart, Aslan grabbed a rock big enough, perhaps more than enough to break Icha's bedroom windowpanes, at the moment he doesn't care, all he wants is one, icha wakes up and celebrates their anniversary together, the glass problem, it can be replaced, by taking a swing, Aslan throws the stone, and the next second there is a sound of shards quite loud.

"If you don't wake up too, it means you're actually kebo."

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Now that Icha is dreaming, her dream is strange, she is in the field at school with other students seeing an asteroid hurtling towards the earth, when a loud noise surprises her.

"Asteroid falls for God." Icha examined her body, and no one was hurt, she said, "Thank God I'm just a dream."

As he was about to resume his sleep, his eyes unintentionally turned to the pacah window glass, his eyes dropped to the floor of his room looking at the stone lying there.

"Ehh, what is an asteroid, yes, how is it like a common earth rock." Icha picked up the stone, still astonished and wondering, "But if this is an asteroid, why it fell from the window, why not from the top of the tile."

His curiosity made him walk towards the window to check, and there, below, he saw Aslan waving his hand while upholding the cake he was carrying.

"Oh my gosh, how could I forget sieh." patted her forehead and ran straight out.

What Icha should be grateful for is that her mother and two half-sisters did not wake up even though the glass broke with a loud sound hit by a stone throw, it turns out that she was more kebo than Icha.

"Basar kebo, from earlier I woke up you did not wake up." Icha was greeted by scolding from Aslan who had bete.

"Yes sorry, tired I was forced to work rodi because I came home late."

"Tante Dea."

"Who else."

"Keep your feet."

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It's good that it is."

Aslan looked at the circular watch on his wrist, it showed a figure of 11.55 minutes.

"Five more minutes Cha, mending us light the candle now."

Icha nodded, and just as three more seconds were headed toward twelve o'clock, they counted down.

"Three, two, one."

Twelve o'clock exactly which means they are officially eighteen years old.

"Happy birthday to Alissa Ramadhani" Aslan said.

"Happy birthday to Aslan."

"I don't know, we're eighteen now."

"Yes, time is fast passing, the new feeling yesterday we chase kite break up."

They both laughed at their behavior when they were kids.

"OK, so before blowing out the candles, make a wish first."

And they closed their eyes and said their hope in their hearts, and they blew the candles together and clapped for each other.

"Thank you Aslan, my best friend." said Icha, "Eh, you want to know my hope is not."

"The name is hope, don't know Cha." Aslan refused subtly, but like in previous years, Icha always told her hope, knowing how to say something in her heart just now.

"My hope is, I hope you and I will remain friends, and nothing can separate our friendship" he said, "If you, what hope you have." Icha is behind her name, something that is often asked even though she knows Aslan will not tell her.

As before, Aslan would definitely answer, "Donk's secret."

"Lo doesn't fit a manyun, you're cute."

"Bodo amet."

"Rather than lo manyun so, mengeningan cake we eat."

"So about eating, he said."

"Biarin." answered Icha cuek.

Aslan looked at Icha who was smiling widely, enthusiastically cutting the cake.

"Gue dear lo Cha, my hope is, I want to always see that smile, that sweet smile that always adorns your lips, I don't want to see you cry even if only once." that is the hope of Aslan every year.

"Nieh make lo." Icha thrust a piece of cake at Aslan.

"Kok lo cheat sieh, lo part big, while I'm small."

"Pass sieh." he said pretending, "Maybe it's because it's dark, so I cut it not flat like that."

"That's why you."

After a few minutes, Aslan offered the gift he had brought to Icha, "Nieh make you."

"Well, bother everything, thank you." Icha tore the wrapper enthusiastically, looking at its contents in amazement, a new pair of shoes in black, the color Icha liked, Icha looked at Aslan full of haru.

"Gue buyin lo shoes because your shoes are blind."

"Thank you Lan, you're so good."

"Which gift I am."

Well, you know, birthdays are not bad let alone have to make a gift for Aslan, Icha reelagapan.

"You must have forgotten the trick." sizzled Aslan saw the gelagat Icha.

"Son donk, this time I don't forget, I take it." he went back into the house and went to his room.

Icha opened her closet, looking for something that could be made into a gift.

"Which one is which." Icha is looking, anyway he should love something for Aslan even though it was a secondhand, anyway,

"Well, here it is." he muttered cheerfully finding what he was looking for.

His hand grabbed the XL-sized clothes Lea bought for him, the clothes he never wore because he did not like the color.

"Nieh lo gift." gave the shirt to Aslan, "But sorry yes not wrapped, I forgot to buy gift paper." he lied.

Aslan grabbed Icha's dress, "This is also better, than last year you didn't say anything."

They sat back to back with their backs pressed against each other as they looked at the sky enjoying the beautiful star-studded night and the dim moon.

"That's very good." commented Laskar.

"It's a habit."

"Basic lo, never able to see the beauty of God's creation."

"Eh uh." Icha's hand pointed towards the sky, "Stars falling down." he said.

"Keep what if the stars fall."

"Say, if a star falls and we make a wish, it will be obfuscated."

"Lo believes so."

"Don't know, I never tried."

"That's a myth, praying is the same God, not the same shooting star."

"Yes Mr. Ustadz, I don't believe the same thing."

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