Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me - 40
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"What are you really?"
"Yes, aunt. Lena's not lying if you don't believe me ask Syifa!"
"That's Syifa?"
"Yes Ma, really," Syifa replied quickly while nodding her head.
Rahmi breathed a long breath.
"Yes, thank you, yeah, Len."
"Yes Auntie," Lena replied until the connection was cut off, making Rahmi re-insert the phone from her pocket.
He then glanced at Syifa who looked a little smile there.
"Why are you like that? Smile."
"Why Ma?"
"You're happy, you're fighting?"
"No."
"Why do you want that?"
"No," he answered and got up from the sofa.
"Yes, then. Syifa go up first, yeah. Syifa was tired of continuing to want medicine as well as wounds on Syifa's face."
Hearing this Rahmi nodded her head letting Syifa who stepped up the stairs.
"Shyifa!"
Syifa's step stopped making him duck close the figure of his mother who is still behind him there.
"What's up, Ma?"
"Mbok Jati make medicine for your wounds!"
Hearing that, Syifa smiled. Apparently, her mother was also concerned with her.
"Yes, Ma" replied Syifa and continued her steps to raise the stairs to her room.
Syifa sat on the edge of the bed. His smile is gone now. He was pensive with a flat face. Syifa who was still silent moved her eyes to look at the reflection of her face in the mirror decorated by the bruise there the result of the quarrel earlier.
Syifa felt sorry, very, very sorry about the quarrel. If only he had not done the fight maybe he would never know if all this time he had brain cancer."
"Brain cancer" whispered Syifa and stroked her head.
"Why? Why does this disease have to be the same Syifa?"
"Syifa didn't want to get sick. There are thousands of people who want Syifa to smile but why? Why does it have to be like this?"
"Syifa did not want to die," he continued and laid his body on the surface of the mattress.
He closed his eyes tightly to feel the coldness of the room when the room cooler had lit up.
"Lord, what will be the fate of Syifa?"
"Why is it so hard that God loves Syifa?"
"Syifa hopes that this disease will disappear. Why, did Syifa have to be sick? Why?"
"Please, don't make Syifa sick, Lord!"
"Syifa doesn't want to get sick."
Tok tok...
The door was knocked making Syifa turn to look at the figure of a teak mbok standing on the lip of the door with his hand holding a medicine box and a container filled with warm water.
"Mbok Teak?" tanyanya confused then immediately got up and sat on the edge of her mattress.
"Why did the teak mbok?" ask Syifa who then got up from her bed.
Mbok Jati smiled then he stepped closer and finally sat on the floor and looked up with his smile.
"Mbok Jati came here told by Madam Rahmi. He said that Jati was told to treat Syifa's wounds," he explained, making Syifa nod his head.
He sat on the floor making Jati surprised to see the daughter of his master was sitting on the floor like what he is doing now.
"Okay, non-Syifa, why sit on the floor too?"
"Mbok Jati also sat on the floor and what's wrong?"
"Don't non! Later scolded by madam Rahmi."
"Syifa was sitting on the floor."
"It's okay, because Syifa likes to sit on the floor" he said.
The two eyes of Jati looked seriously at the bruises that were on Syifa's face as Syifa was busy talking.
"Okay, non! This is how bad his fight is. His face is like a wound. It's not a wound to his name but it's a bonyok, it's!" his pointing made Syifa laugh a little.
This assistant always overestimates everything but Syifa likes to hear the speech mbok Jati.
"It must hurt, huh?" tanya Mbok Jati who seemed to squeeze a cloth that had been soaked with warm water and then he brought the feeling of the small cloth closer to the wounds on Syifa's face.
"No, really, mbok."
"Wow, the period of not hurting people are injured like this if the teak mbok who has a wound like this must have been crying."
"Emang time mbok Jati school, mbok Jati ever fight or fight that?"
"Well, never."
"Early?" asked Syifa who did not expect and then put the warm cloth on the bruise on Syifa's face made Syifa slightly grimace sick.
"Ndak's pain?"
"Not really, anyway. Syifa was shocked. Keep mbok?"
"Mbok Jati never fought with guys."
"Torck?" surprised and then laughed a little.
Apparently this teak mbok once had more extreme fighting memories. Fighting with men, how it became.
"Yes, it used to be a really nice guy so he was always mbebully mbok Jati."
"Mbok Teak ever got bullied too?"
"Yes, ever. Mbok was bullied. Mbok is a sprain."
"What is it, mbok? Bullied for what, mbok?"
"Design short."
"Well, um short teak, right?"
"Well, yeah. Although teak mbok short but mbok Teak do not want to be short."
"Continue?"
"Yes, I hit Jati."
"Who won then?"
"Nobody wins."
"Well, how come no one wins?"
"Yes, the fight wasn't long. The tug of clothes is done."
"It's not exciting, dong."
"Yes, but thank God, there are wounds like this. This, mah severe. Why did you get to fight? For what?"
Hearing that made Syifa bow. The question from Jati made him remember the speech that Kinara said at school.
"Lho, how quiet? What was? Say the same to Jati! Jati Mbok will take everything."
Syifa was silent.
"Why? What's the reason for his fight?"
"Not exist, but "
"Loh, people fighting may not be directly baku tonjok only. There must be some problem that caused the fight."
"Toh, a chicken has a problem first fight either because it wants to seize power, want to eat a lot or grab a hen to mate," he said to make Syifa laugh.
"Say me, son! Mbok Jati must be horrifying what non Syifa said. Mbok Jati will also not talk to anyone. Jati Mbok is pinter, you keep a secret."
"Say me!" his ray gently then while occasionally fingers tidying up Syifa's hair children who look a little messy.
"Why? Same with Jati! Jati Mbok will take everything! Let's say non Syifa!"
Syifa took a deep breath and exhaled it violently. Hearing the utterance of the teak mbok so very soft as if it has managed to touch his heart plus again when the teak mbok gently touched his head. This has never been done by his mother in the slightest, ever before but now no longer.
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