Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday To Me - 53

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"Yes," cut Lena who instantly made Syifa hit her head.

It looks like this is going to be a misunderstanding.

A second later, the look on Lena's smiling face now turned flat when she saw Nayla rubbing her fingers gently making her confused.

He did not understand why this Nayla was so gentle with him when he found out that she had been friends with Syifa for a long time.

"Lena is patient, yes! Everything's gonna be fine.

Life is sometimes unfair but if we accept it as well as possible it will be happy and also fun."

"Everyone has their own path" he continued.

"Huh?" ask Lena gawking.

He did not understand what this girl was saying.

"Nayla knows, Lena's pain must be very heavy and please don't blame God for the pain that Nayla suffered all this trial from God."

"And Lena got this disease because God knew that Lena could deal with it all."

Both of Lena's lips opened not understanding what the girl who was still stroking her hand said. With those sharp eyes he glanced towards Syifa Yang scratching his head which was not itchy. It seems Syifa is hiding something from her.

Received from the sharp gaze it made Syifa quickly get up and separate the hand grips between Nayla and Lena.

"It looks like it's time for lunch, yeah. Does Nayla have any fruit? I think Syifa wants fruit, deh," he said nervously.

"Oh yeah and Lena too" Nayla said.

The silent Lena looked back at Syifa who hurriedly lowered her head.

"Sick people like the two of us have to eat nutritious food" Nayla said, grabbing some fruit in a basket over her vault.

"It hurts to eat fruits. Here let Syifa Lena sit down!"

Syifa who quickly grabbed Lena's wrist and sat her in the chair.

"Here let's get Syifa!" ask her so nervously.

From here he could occasionally see the suspicious glare of Lena's eyes towards him. It seemed like after this he had to explain everything to his best friend.

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"Okay, Syifam. You're crazy, aren't you?" lena said as they stepped foot in the hospital parking lot after spending time in the afternoon accompanying Nayla in her room.

"When you tell Nayla that the one with cancer is I'm not lo."

"Sorry Lena's. Actually Syifa did not mean to say that the brain cancer is Lena not Syifa."

"When Syifa met Nayla, Syifa told her that Syifa was sick with cancer."

"Syifa didn't say that the one with the cancer was Lena. Syifa said it was a friend. Friends!" he said that slowed down the word friend and pressed it with a tone of voice so that more core was heard in Lena's ear.

"Well, but why does Nayla even think I'm sick with cancer?"

"That's because Lena herself said that Syifa only had one friend and Syifa's best friend was just Lena so Nayla thought that the one who was sick with brain cancer was Lena."

Syifa stopped her steps after she arrived at Syifa's motorbike parked in the parking lot of the motor vehicle.

"But pity also saw Nayla like that."

"Yes Syifa too."

"Yes let alone Lena so the atmosphere in the nursery room Nayla so rame."

"Oh yeah now where are we going again?"

"Syifa wants to go straight home, deh," he broke as he looked down at the clock on his watch.

"Oh yeah, let me go home first, yeah!"

"OK deh," he replied until not long ago Syifa's matic motorbike was now driving across the streets filled with vehicles of various types.

In the afternoon like this, there are usually many riders who come out for a walk or just returned from the office.

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Syifa who is still driving his matic motorbike across the road finally put the second wheel vehicle. He accidentally went home after driving Lena through the residential part of his father's residence.

I felt like he was very longing, longing to meet his father. For several months his father did not return his messages and did not even visit home.

Syifa is very long, very long.

Syifa pulled the two-wheeled vehicle right in front of the fence owned by the father's house. From a distance Syifa could hear the sound of laughter that sounded so very happy.

There was the voice of the little boy and the voice of his father as well as the voice of the woman who was heard laughing out loud as if they were all feeling happiness that no one else had ever felt.

they are like the happiest family in the world. With his slow footsteps approaching the fence from here Syifa could see the figure of his father smiling happily staring at his little son who was just 12 months old was learning the way.

Occasionally a small white child with only the use of baby diapers was occasionally fallen cluttered produce laughter from the father and from the new wife of the father's father.

They all looked happy until they were unaware that Syifa Mebresy's tears were soaking her cheeks. They're so very happy.

Syifa's heart was so sick. His heart seemed to swallow and refused to beat again. His breath was blocked in his throat until it was difficult to remove.

He tried to take a deep breath and it felt as if the wind was refusing to enter his respiratory senses.

Seeing them all happy on top of Syifa's suffering why made him nehjtyy so sad. Syifa also wanted to laugh but she wanted her father to laugh with her and her mother, Rahmi not only with her new wife and her son.

Syifa longed for happiness once where she learned to ride a bike with Dad. Syifa remembered and will never be forgotten in her mind and mind.

It was his father who taught him to ride a bicycle. Holding on later, holding her back so that Syifa would not fall off the bike while her mother cheered back there gave Syifa the courage to pedal her bike, but the memories would still be memories.

At any moment, those memories will never be repeated. His father had been happy with the new man to forget the figure of Syifa who is now crying as much as possible in front of the fence.

Both of his hands clasped tightly onto the iron fence. Squeezing it with a very painful feeling

Syifa wants to be happy!

Syifa wanted her father back but that was not possible then what about the rose he gave and he put it on his car.

Did his father see the roses and his father was happy? Smiling happily take the flower or vice versa, throw away the roses Syifa gave.

Syifa let out a breath. If only his father had thrown away the rose, it would have broken Syifa's heart.

Syifa rubbed her wet cheek then stepped quickly and rushed up her matic motorbike.

He plugged the gas leaving the yard area until the sound of the vehicle from the motor matic was heard making the sound of laughter Farhan who had carried his little son turned to look towards the front of his house that looked empty.

There's nobody there. A moment later he was silent and remembered something.

"That's like Syifa's motor. Is Syifa coming?" thought.

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