Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday To Me - 05

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Both eyes Syifa who continues to stare at the red and white flag of the pride of the Indonesian state. His head continued to look up at the pole with the flag continuing to flutter as the wind blew.

Syifa occasionally blinked her eyes several times as she could feel the glare that seemed to stab both irises. His head even felt dizzy. Sweat drenched his temples.

Today it feels like the sun is cooperating with the punishment of Mr. Tejo. Both of them participated to punish Syifa. Behold since never the slightest cloud blocking the hot heat of the sun to help Syifa to be able to take a little rest from the hot sun.

Punishment on your birthday! There's no better word or thing than this.

Syifa thought she would get a gift or birthday from the people around her but apparently no one cared about her birthday and chose to punish her like this.

Some of his friends and students and other students seemed to smile a little even they were seen whispering about the punishment he got. Of course it seems that Syifa today is a gossip material that does not escape the insinuations of children.

The world seems to be full of cruelty people seem to care less for each other and they are all more concerned with their own ego and self.

Syifa breathed a long breath. The breathing is quite long drawing how disappointed he is with today's punishment. Syifa turned to the left and to the right looking at the people who were still staring at her.

He slightly grimaced as he felt his palpitating arm throbbing in there. He's been standing in front of this flagpole for an hour. His heart is pounding in there. It feels dry. His heart cavity seemed to want to explode because of the heat that dominated.

Syifa looked down at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. The tip of the pointer needle at that time seemed to show the number nine pas and then looked up again at the flag waving.

"There's still an hour, Syifa can't stand it anymore. Syifa was tired," she herself.

Syifa's eyes blinked tightly. His head felt swirling making his occasionally open gaze become blurry, circling immeasurably.

Syifa's body felt swaying. Head hurts. It felt like the world was shaking so much that Syifa could not breathe. As if there was pressure squeezing his chest it was hard to breathe air.

Now the hand of Syifa who had been saluting until it felt sore slowly began to waver. His other hand seemed to be trying to find a grip. Syifa couldn't stand it...

Bruack!!!

Syifa's body fell on the green grass that grew unevenly. Everyone who saw that was surprised instead of playing. Students and students gathered around Syifa who was lying weakly on the grass.

Mr. Tejo who had been watching from a distance was similarly shocked. The shiny bald head seemed to be emitting light as it ran towards the mobbed Syifa.

Priiit!!!

Mr. Tejo rang the whistle while he was still running like an ambulance that sounded the siren trying to give code to other drivers to get out of the way and not block his way.

"Surge! Move aside! Move aside! His friend, who fainted and even looked at it."

That's the babble that was thrown from the lips of Mr. Tejo when he split the crowd maybe he felt guilty or scared after punishing Syifa to faint like this.

Feeling guilty, Mr. Tejo decided to lift Syifa's body towards the UKS room followed by students and students who followed were curious about what happened with Syifa.

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Syifa's frowning frowned at the scent that stung her sense of smell. The warm aroma managed to resuscitate him either because he had fallen asleep or had completely fainted.

The two eyes that had been tightly closed were slowly opening. Both eyes stared at the white ceiling. The walls that are also in harmony with the color appear decorated with red cross emblems, medicine boxes, posters for how to wash hands and signs and symptoms of disease.

Uks room! Syifa's eyes were rounded when she realized this. I don't know why he was in this room. Syifa was surprised not to play. He immediately got up from his bed and turned to the left staring at the figure of his friend who had been holding eucalyptus oil since.

"Lena? Ih Lena what the hell, anyway? Syifa didn't like the smell of eucalyptus," annoyed Syifa who quickly rubbed the bottom of her nose with the back of her hand.

Lena breathed a sigh of relief. He closed the eucalyptus oil cover and then sat on a chair beside the bed that was similar to the cage in the hospital.

"Lo do not need to be angry with the smell of eucalyptus oil because it's just this that can wake you up from fainting."

"Fainting? Syifa passed out, didn't she?"

"Well, it's Syifa. Lo had passed out and Tejo's pack was carrying you to the UKS."

Syifa's eyes rounded in shock after hearing Lena's speech.

"Sir Tejo?" his eyes did not expect.

"Yes that. Mr. Tejo who has taken you to the UKS."

Syifa breathed a heavy breath. He touched his head which was still hurting.

"Why should you pack Tejo, anyway? No one else what can carry Syifa?" his weakness.

"So who wants to help you?"

Syifa was silent until Lena spoke again, "Keep lo want ngarepin who wants to take you to the UKS?"

"Or lo ngarepin the Glen who wants to carry you to the UKS."

Syifa is silent now. It seems like again and again Lena brought up again about her boyfriend who looks like there but, nothing.

"Lo know not, anyway if the Glen was more desirable Kinara."

"Well, what else, Len. That Kinara, that's Glen's cousin.'

"But look, dong, syif! The Glen is not there for you even when you are sick and faint like this he does not exist."

"And look at it now! He didn't come to cool you."

"He did not cool down, Syif," he repeated, lengthening Syifa's name as if anxious himself.

"He doesn't care about you. I told you before. Don't accept guys like that who don't understand your own feelings."

Syifa. His clear blank look Lena's speech really made him only able to fall silent. Looks like Lena's speech does have a point.

"Where is Glen now?"

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