Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me - 65

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Syifa pulled the curtain cloth to stare at the scene outside her bedroom window. The bright morning atmosphere seemed to welcome the morning of Syifa who was so very cheerful.

His smile infused immeasurably describing how his heart was in its present state. Some invitations he had put in his bag. His intention while at school he will distribute it to friends so that they all come at the wedding of his mother.

It's incomplete if the wedding doesn't involve her friends. Syifa also wanted to see everyone rejoicing in her Mama's happiness. Come in droves and congratulate your mother. Small things in happiness.

As usual this morning Syifa would come to see the beggar of the blind old woman. Give him a load of bread with pineapple jam and then reach for an empty stock that has been eaten by the beggar woman.

It feels very happy when the empty stock is replaced with full stuffing. The nature of hoping to do it every day makes the figure of a person who is so very useful for those around him.

Very simple, but his happiness is so great. It felt like Syifa became needed even though honestly so very less people who wanted her presence as well as the Father.

These days he gives a rose to Father but never once did the Father reply to the messages he sent every day just to ask the news without Syifa ever telling if who gave the rose is himself.

Actually Syifa did not need to bother to tell the father if the one who gave the rose was himself. Because if his father is sensitive, maybe his father will know without being told.

Now the rose was on the muzzle of the father's car. Syifa was silent for a while staring at the door hoping that the father would appear there and see him but there was a sense of forbidding heartache.

He did not want his father to know if he gave the flower to him, but Syifa still wanted to give the initials to the father through the sentence in the greeting card given the sentence.

The same sentence is good morning, don't forget to be happy. A simple sentence that even Farhan had memorized.

Syifa, who was about to launch her motorcycle to leave the housing complex, her father was restrained by his steps when the sound of the door opened, making him quickly hide and peek behind the iron fence until from here he could seeing the figure of the father who seemed to lift the rose from the top of the muzzle of his car.

Farhan looked at her with a small smile. Yes, only a small smile was drawn on his face but the happiness Syifa had so much was incredible.

The happiness of the child who now does not get a smile from his father again even like this but still happiness can not be hidden by Syifa.

Now along the way Syifat continued to smile until he arrived in front of Lena's house where the figure of Lena is now sitting on the side of the road.

"A long time, anyway?" ask Lena who then got up.

"Sorrys. Syifa is busy today."

"Busy again."

"Yes, oh yes later after arriving at school Lena help Syifa yes!"

"What help?"

"Help spread out this invitation" he said with joy, taking out an invitation from his bag he had prepared before he left for school.

"Well, black invitation. Very cool," amazed Lena who quickly grabbed the invitation that was issued by Syifa.

"Yes, dong. That's Syifa's choice for me."

Lena's smile that was fixed on the invitation disappeared instantly.

"Dad?" his surprise was quickly staring at Syifa.

"Dad means Mr. Jaya," he confirmed making Lena smile.

Honestly, he did not think that his best friend had received Pak Jaya by giving the nickname Father to Pak Jaya even though Lena really knows how much Syifa hates the man who loves her Mama.

"Cie, there's my name, too," seduced Lena while referring to her name.

"The name on the invitation is special to Lena."

"If it's another invitation?"

"There's no name."

"Emang should if my name is on the invitation. If my name wasn't on my invitation I'd be craving and wouldn't come."

"What the hell, anyway? Time is cramming. I'm, ah, we'll be late!" invite Syifa to make Lena who smiles happily immediately ride the motorbike until not long ago the motorbike drove at medium speed across the paved road to school.

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The sound of commotion rattled out during the split of the invitation however, did not make Syifat a little annoyed with the utterances of his friends who commented if the invitation was not accompanied by a name while Lena proudly raised the invitation up high showing her name listed there.

"Udah! Already! Already! No need to comment! Later let me write your name all on the invitation if I'm married," joked Lena who is now standing on a chair to make the whole class cheer.

While Syifa only smiled a little until not long ago Syifa who smiled was directly staring at the figure of the man who was standing at the entrance.

It seemed that the man was also looking for her until his gaze immediately centered on Syifa.

Syifa and Glen are in the back garden of the school. They were sitting in a long chair.

It feels like after they make up there is a sense of awkwardness until they appear to be silent.

"This is an invitation from Mama for Glen," said Syifa who stuck an invitation with the name Glen there.

"Glen is coming, yes! This is Mama who told me to."

Without speaking Glen grabbed the invitation then nodded his head for a moment.

"It must be me you guys came."

"Oh yeah, Glen will take Kinara as well, yes !"

Both of Glen's eyes that had been staring at the invitation were shocked. His eyes rounded and glanced at Syifa who was bowed.

"Lo's still mad?"

"No. Syifa was not angry. Why be angry, not everything is done? The problem is, it's done."

"But why should we talk about Kinara again?"

"No. Syifa's not angry."

"Why talk about Kinara?"

"Syifa knows. I mean Syifa invited Kinara as well, yes let Syifa can be close also Kinara. Moreover, Kinara, his cousin Glen so Syifa wants if Glen aja Kinara as well," he explained.

"Oh," Glen answered briefly and then bowed he thought Syifa was asking Kinara just to mention him but, apparently Syifat did not mean that.

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