Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me - 46

"Thank you doctor!" he shouted from the outside and ran away to make the people in front of the doctor Bryan look at the confused Syifa who ran away as if chased by a dog.

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Syifa who was still walking her feet in a daze, widened her steps. He looked back to make sure that Bryan's doctor didn't see him like this.

Syifa leaned her body against the hospital wall. His breathing was dull after he had run this fast even he did not care about the people who were in the hospital who had seen him with such a puzzled look.

It feels so shameful, so ashamed. Syifa would never even forget this very stupid memory. How could he have misbehaved in front of Dr. Bryan and how could he have made the chair he was sitting on fall to the floor and why he could hit the door when he wanted to get out of Bryan's doctor's room.

Ah, Syifa touched his head. Wiping the sweat that was pouring down his forehead. He sat on an iron chair and supported his head. What would Bryan say and what would doctors think after seeing him like this?

Does doctor Bryan not think bad or even he has laughed at Syifa because of his stupid attitude. Syifa scratched her head that was not itching. Wh why? Why does it have to be like this? Stupidhead!

Syifa now does not know what her condition will be when she will meet again with Bryan's doctor the next day. Syifa would be very embarrassed. Especially after this incident.

"Ah, you fool," he said with annoyance.

Syifa got up from the iron chair she was sitting in and slowly stepped through some of the nursing rooms she was currently going through.

"Grandma won't be long in sina. Grandma won't be long so Grandma has to go home first to get food for you."

"You're here first, yeah!"

The sound made Syifa stop her steps. He stared silently at the figure of the old woman who was talking to one of the patients who was sitting on a hospital bed.

"but if Grandma goes home and Nayla needs anything how?"

"Hold first! Grandma not long, really. Wait here, yeah! she said then she stepped her foot out of the door of the room however, the old woman's steps came to a halt as she found Syifa in front of the door with her eyes looking seriously at the glass window where she had seen them.

"You're Nayla's friend, aren't you?"

"Huh?"

Syifa's eyes were round and her eyes were confused.

"Friend?" syifa asked puzzled that she did not even know the girl inside.

"Buck-in"

"Please, yes take care of Nayla first! Grandma's going to the house first get some food!"

"But Syifa-"

"Why? You're embarrassed, aren't you? Here let Grandma deliver," he said without waiting for a speech from Syifa he immediately pulled Syifa's wrist and brought her inside.

"But Syifa is not the friend of the sick man!" he rebutted but the old woman seemed to ignore his speech.

"Naila!" calling the old woman made the blue-hijab girl who was in harmony with the color of the patient's clothes in the hospital turn to look at Syifa who had been pulled in by her Grandmother.

"This is your best friend. You were your best friend, yes! Dek, help you with Nayla first, yeah! Grandma has something to do at home. Grandma's leaving first."

He stepped away from Syifa whose lips were still open intending to say everything if he did not know and was not the friend of his granddaughter.

"I'm sorry, my grandmother, yes!"

The voice of the girl was heard making Syifa turn her head then smile a little.

"It's okay. If you want you can go home. It's okay if I'm alone in this room."

"Oh," Syifa replied as she scratched her non-itchy nape.

"Unfortunately apart from your Grandmother, no one else can accompany you

"Nayla, just call me Nayla!"

"Oh yes Nayla, greetings. My name is Syifa."

Nayla nodded.

"Syifa, please sit down!" he invited Syifa to slowly sit her body in a chair.

This time it has to be slow. Syifa did not want this chair to crash like it did in Bryan's doctor's office and she did not want it to happen again.

"Oh yeah about Syifa's question was indeed no Nayla family can keep Nayla here."

The girl who was about 20 years old shook her head slowly.

"Well, why isn't there?"

"I just live with my Grandma at home."

"Well, why just stay with Grandma? Where's Papa Nayla's mom?"

"Both are dead."

"Died?" ask Syifa who did not expect.

He covered his lips as if feeling guilty after saying this to Nayla. Lord, why could he ask Nayla about it.

"Syifa apologized. Syifa doesn't know."

"It's okay, really. Nayla is ordinary."

"Well, where are Nayla's parents? Why did he die?"

"They were both accidents."

"Accident?"

"Yes. So now Nayla just lives with Grandma."

"Oh," replied Syifa who extended her sentence o while nodding her head to the hospital room and then she looked back at the figure of Nayla who was still smiling there.

Nayla is very beautiful plus she is so cheap a smile gives a positive aura to the girl.

"Oh, is Nayla sick to the point of having to be hospitalized?"

Nayla bowed for a moment as if it was so hard to say everything made Syifa look at her seriously.

"Brain cancer."

Syifa's eyes were so shocked.

"Brain cancer?" tanyanya did not expect.

"Yes, brain cancer" he answered convincingly.

Apparently not only he who experienced the disease but other than himself apparently there are also those who got the disease and it was experienced by Nayla.

"Brain cancer" whispered Syifa making the gardens chuckle.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay" replied Syifa trying to smile.

"Then is Nayla on chemotherapy?"

"It."

"Have you?"

"Yes, why is it?"

"Meaning-" Syifa's speech stopped both eyes moving staring at the head wrapped in hijab cloth.

"Yes, Nayla's head has fallen out of hair because of chemotherapy."

"How long has Nayla been suffering from brain cancer?"syifa asked carefully afraid of offending Nayla.

"It's been 2 years."

"2 years?"

"Yes. What's up?"

"It's okay" she replied inappropriately.

Nayla gave a small smile she wrote for a moment then looked back at Syifa.

"The word of people with brain cancer can be cured but there are also some people who say if the lives of people with brain cancer will not be long."

The explanation from Nayla made Syifa's heart seem so sliced and vibrated violently. I don't know why he wanted to cry so much.

Does that mean he's going to die?

"So what is everyone who has brain cancer going to die?"

"Not really. Many even recover from her brain cancer" replied Nayla with her face that continues to give a smile. He doesn't even look sad.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing," replied Syifa who now rolls a smile trying to tell the figure of Nayla if she is okay even though her heart is honestly chaotic.

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