Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me - 59

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Glen stopped the speed of the motorbike right in front of Lena's house to pick up Syifa's motorbike which Lena deliberately used to go home.

Syifa stepped down from the black motor that Glen was proposing. Syifa smiled for a moment until she finally turned and pushed against the iron fence.

"Shyifa!" the call made Syifa with a slow motion staring at Glen who was still sitting on his motorbike.

"Later the night I call and Li has to pick up!"

Without waiting for a response from Syifa, Glen immediately plugged the gas leaving Lena's residence along with Syifa who was silent in front of the fence.

"Shyifa!" call Lena who ran out of her house after seeing Syifa coming from the balcony.

"Where are you from? K moll streets, huh?"

"No. Just go to the beach."

"To the beach? You equal Glen back up?"

"Syifa, it's the same Glen never broke up. Syifa was just angry with Glen," he explained.

"Oh, so you're better?"

Syifa just nodded then she stepped towards her motorbike which had been parked in front of Lena's yard.

"Oh, yes if that's Syifa first, because it's a lot of business."

"Yes, yes I know. Ever since you got sick you seemed like a lot of business, huh,"he just made Syifa laugh.

During the trip Syifa felt something strange on her. Much more appreciative of time. Not wasting time on useless things. He always wanted to do something new that he had never done before.

His desire was only one, happy for some of the people he had always met. He now takes his motorcycle to the hospital.

Syifa bought a rose for Nayla. Giving a little gift for him to please his new friend as well as support in the recovery process after undergoing chemotherapy.

Afterwards Syifa immediately stepped into Nayla's room while hugging the roses in her hands. On arrival he knocked on the door. Pushing her slowly until from here she was greeted with a smile from Nayla who seemed to have been waiting for her arrival.

In that room also Grandma from Nayla was no more, it seemed like she had left since earlier.

"I'm sorry, Syifa is late because there is a little business" Syifa said as she stepped in.

"It's okay. Nayla is happy because Syifa is coming. Nayla was waiting for Syifa. Nayla thought Syifa wouldn't come to cool Nayla."

"No, it is. Until whenever Syifa will come. Oh yeah, it's flowers for Nayla."

Some of the roses that have been strung together have now been in Nayla's arms making Nayla smile so happy.

He looked down, kissed one by one the roses that still looked very fresh. His smile expanded immeasurably. Happiness was on his face.

"Okay, so ngerepotin. Why bring flowers, anyway?"

"Why indeed? Nayla doesn't like flowers?"

"Don't like it's not good. Nayla's just scared."

"Fear what?"

"Fear troublesome."

Syifa laughed a little.

"Even Syifa was happy to bring flowers for Nayla. Consider this a gift of friendship from Syifa."

Hearing that made Nayla laugh. He looked at the flower. Touch him and kiss him one by one.

The rose that had been in her lap was so very beautiful. This was the first time he had gotten a rose from someone and it was given to him from Syifa, a friend he had only known for three days. The luck that comes in his moments of treatment.

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Syifa put the helmet on the motorcycle seat after deciding to go home and not too long in the hospital. He also did not want to disturb Nayla and wanted to let her rest more.

Nayla was in the process of recovery so she had to rest a lot and Syifa did not want to disturb Nayla's rest time too much.

Syifa's steps again stopped when he looked in front of his house that there was no car owned by Mr. Jaya. Usually if he comes home from school, Pak Jaya's car is parked in front of the house but now it is empty. There was no car the man who loved his mother there.

With a slightly confused step he traced each room until he finally found the Mama who was sitting at the dining table while the teak mbok appeared to be washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Shyifa! Syifa just came home?" asked Rahmi who saw the arrival of Syifa.

"It's okay, really. Eat yuk!" take her while still chewing the food left in her mouth.

"thank you. Syifa wants to go straight up."

"Oh yes, Syifa!" his call made Syifa's move stop.

"Mom want to ask you something."

"What's the matter Ma?"

"Kok, tumben, anyway these last days you never go home cepet usually always long."

"Yes Glen took Syifa by the road."

"Oh, the Glen? Is your relationship with Glen okay?"

"Well, Ma" he replied, still smiling.

He took out the provisions from his bag and gave them to the teak mbok who was still busy with dirty dishes.

"Loh, just one non?" tanya mbok Jati who raised the provisions that have been given by Syifa.

Syifa who was still walking away towards her room was restrained by her steps. He looked over and scratched his head a little.

"Sorry mbok. Syifa forgot again," he replied then without waiting for the speech from the Jati mbok, he immediately stepped away to make Jati and Rahmi look at each other.

Syifa put her school bag on the bed. Sighing was accompanied by his body which he laid on the bed. It feels so exhausting today.

Occasionally he touched his head when he felt pain after he sneezed making his head feel throbbing in there, very painful to make Syifa close his eyes while touching his head.

The open door made Syifa quickly turn to look at the mother who stepped into the room.

Syifa got up sitting on her bed as Rahmi approached.

"Mom can tell me something?"

"What story is Ma?" asked Syifa who was now looking towards Rahmi who was sitting next to her.

"About Jaya."

"Sir Jaya? Why the same Jaya?"

Rahmi bowed for a moment then looked back at her daughter.

"After your sentence yesterday, Pak Jaya decided to take it more seriously."

"meaning?"

"The same mama Jaya wants to get married but even then if you allow. Tomorrow Mr. Jaya wants to come propose with his family."

Rahmi touches Syifa's handcuffs that are suddenly awakened from her daydream.

"Syifa, Mama is expecting a lot from you. Mama will not accept Pak Jaya's proposal if you refuse but if you agree and want Mama to marry Pak Jaya then Mama will accept Pak Jaya's proposal."

Syifat is silent now. If he agrees and let his mother marry Pak Jaya then what about him?

But it is also impossible to prohibit Mama from accepting applications from Pak Jaya. My mom needs a new life with someone who loves her.

He could not have forbidden his mother to live a new life while his father had made a relationship with a new person. Opened a new page with his new wife.

"Shyifa!" call Rahmi makes Syifa aware of her daydream.

"It's okay, Ma. Syifa is happy if Mama and Pak Jaya are married. Syifa is also impatient, I want to see Mama sama pak Jaya wearing a wedding dress."

"Syifa's happy. Syifa can't wait to call Mr. Jaya as Father."

Hearing that, both of Rahmi's eyes felt trembling trying to hold back the tears that stemmed, ready to spill. Never thought she would if her daughter would say that.

"Are you serious?"

He didn't answer. Syifa smiled and hugged her Mama's body which was seen shedding tears.

"Syifa seriously. Syifa is very serious. Whatever makes you happy is what makes Syifa happy. Mama's happiness is Syifa's happiness too."

"Syifa dear Mama and forever will remain that way."

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