Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me - 49

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Syifa drove the two-wheeled vehicle across the paved road with several vehicles passing by there his matic motorbike drove at medium speed with a smile.

Syifa never escaped the smile on her lips. Syifa is like a very happy girl in this world. I don't know why a kindness and happiness seemed to flare up in his heart and chest.

Now the purpose of Syifa is only to make everything happy. If only he would die later then he would very much hope that many people who have been made to smile after his departure later. But if God gives her long life, she will maintain this happiness and continue to send a smile to those closest to her.

Syifa stopped the motor. Putting his matic motorbike on the side of the road and then running small while reaching for his backpack approached the figure of an old woman who was sticking out her palm trying to ask for a little money from the pedestrians who passed by sidewalks.

"Good morning, Grandma!" greet Syifa.

The two eyebrows of the old woman frowned at the voice that had just greeted her.

"Syifa had a little bread for Grandma. Grandma want some bread?"

"Now. Grandma was hungry" she replied with excitement as if hearing Syifa's utterance was good news.

Syifa happily stuck the stock into the palm of the old woman who was dressed a little dirty.

"It's a load of bread for Grandma. The bread will be eaten, yes!"

The blind old woman smiled. So happy when he felt the surface of the stock and opened it and re-groped the surface of the bread with pineapple jam there.

"Thank you, son."

The old woman smelled bread into her nose and smiled so happily.

"The smell is also very fragrant. Grandma really likes it," she explained.

Syifa was just smiling. Syifa was happy when the bread for her provisions in the break she gave to this old woman. It seems like this old lady needs him more.

"Oh, whose name are you?"

"Shypha. Then Syifa go first."

"Oh yes thank you again, son."

"Sama-sama," replied Syifa cheerfully and then returned to ride his bike and return to the motorbike.

It was not enough for a few minutes Syifa finally stopped the speed of the bike right at a flower shop. In front of the store, there are various types of flowers on display.

Some buyers look still very less come in this morning. From here Syifa can also see the owner of the flower shop who looks to be watering the flowers in front of the store.

"Good morning Ma'am" said Syifa.

The shop owner stopped his activities. He smiled at Syifa.

"Good morning too. Looking for flowers?"

"Yes Syifa is looking for flowers. Syifa wants the message of the rose to continue in the flower Syifa wants to be given a sentence of speech."

"Talking sentence? The greeting card means?"

"Well that. Syifa wants in the flower stalk a sentence of speech, can you?"

"Can. How many stalks?"

"One stalk only."

"One rose and greeting card. Please enter!"

The smell of flowers made her so happy.

"This flower. What sentence should you write?"

Syifa fell silent then thought for a moment until not long after he returned to talk.

"Good morning Dad," she said slowly until she said the word she felt like she wanted to cry.

There was another feeling raging in his heart but a second later he pulled back the corner of his lips trying to give a smile to the shopkeeper who was busy writing the sentence on the rose card.

"It's already so."

"Thank you, ma'am. Next time Syifa will come again to order roses."

"Either. Well, surely Syifa's father was very happy to be given a rose from his son."

Syifa just smiled and walked out of the store. He put the flower in his backpack and returned to his motor matic.

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The fresh air this morning really made her so very happy. The gentle breeze that hit his face caressed him so very gently accompanied Syifa's journey towards her father's house.

Syifa did not care whether his father had a new child and a new wife and then he also did not want to care or think about whether his father still loved him or not.

Syifa also understands that the presence of a new person will certainly make the person forget the old one.

Syifa knew that her father no longer loved her, but Syifa loved her father very much. Syifa's father was only one Farhan and he was only a hope for Syifa. Where else will Syifa give happiness if there is still a figure of his father.

Syifa pulled the bike over. Turn off the motorbike engine while his two eyes were staring at the two-story house with a rather high iron fence.

He stepped down carefully looking left right staring at the complex environment of his father's house which was very quiet. It looks like the housing of this complex is on average inhabited by people of office workers because when this morning the neighborhood of his house is already very quiet. They must have all gone to the office early in the morning.

Syifa on her tiptoes tried to see the scenery inside there. From here Syifa could see the black car that her father always drove to the office. Syifa memorized it right.

Syifa smiled and quickly stepped into the yard of his father's house with his new wife.

With a careful step he approached the car his father looked up left right again trying to make sure if his father was not there. With a slow hand movement he placed the flower on the top of the muzzle of his father's black car.

Hopefully before his father leaves for the office and before he gets in his car, he can see a rose that Syifa gave him.

"Dad, this is a flower for the father of Syifa."

"Syifa was very hopeful from this flower that I could keep remembering Syifa. Syifa wants you to smile whenever and wherever you are, even if you're not with Syifa lag."

"Syifa wanted to see Dad smile because Syifa did not run away from the child of the new wife."

"Syifa dear Daddy."

He quickly stepped his foot out of the house. Fortunately the fence of this house is not closed so Syifa does not have to bother to push the fence that seems very heavy.

Syifa launched his bike with a very relieved feeling. He was eager to see his father's face after he got a flower on top of his car but there seemed to be no time to wait for him to get out of the house. Maybe later he was late for school and other stories will happen if his father sees him.

Finished with a sprig of roses this time he had to carry out his other task of picking up Lena his super catfish friend.

If Syifa is late, then the only reason is Lena who is busy looking for textbooks or even incomplete uniforms. Hah, that girl is a little annoying but Syifa is very affectionate.

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