Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to Me - 79

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Sweat drenched his body, his forehead was even moistened with a shower of sweat as he stepped his feet toward his father's house.

Although the father now never came to see him again but Syifa longed to be able to see the figure of the Father.

He was eager to meet his father to see the smile engraved on his lips. Of course it was the thing he missed so much and that caused him to dare to come to his father's house.

Upon arrival there Syifa stopped her steps staring at the house of the father who looked so quiet. Early in the morning he came and from here his father's housing looked the same atmosphere as usual.where Syifa always brought a rose with a greeting card for the Father

Afterwards Syifa pushed the fence slowly trying not to produce a sound even a little.

He didn't want his father to hear him and see him here. What to answer if the father later knew if the one who gave the rose was himself.

Syifa took a slow step and placed the rose on his car.

His smile was engraved there. He was so happy to imagine his father would return to get the roses from his gift

"Dad, Syifa misses you so much. Syifa is very dear to Dad. It's a flower for Dad and please don't forget Syifa."

"Syifa loves you very much. Syifa is sick Dad. Syifa's sick. Syifa has been hospitalized for several days for recovery and one week for chemotherapy."

"Syifa would have liked that Dad was there for Syifa when Syifa was sick but it looks like you can't accompany Syifa."

"Syifa knows and Syifa it doesn't matter if you love your son more than your new wife but you have to remember Syifa also if your son and Syifa also need your love."

"Father hopefully this flower is not the last flower that Syifa gave to Dad. Syifa loves Dad very much. Don't forget Syifa."

Syifa stepped away leaving her father's vehicle still parked there. Syifa did not want her father to see her and in a hasty step she immediately moved away from the housing of the Father.

Now life is slowly stepping its feet while on the side of the road with an atmosphere that is so very quiet. Silence from a conversation and there is only the sound of motorized vehicles passing by.

A little disturbing hearing but Syifa misses this sound. This voice he never heard again when he was inside the hospital.

The gardens and trees, the streets he had always seen that he now saw, were something he had longed for as long as he was in the hospital.

there is only a garden, a room that smells of medicine, in addition to the infusion that has been attached to the hand, he said, patient clothes that look so boring and an iron bed that seems bored if inhabited by Syifa alone.

Now when he stepped on his feet with a feeling that looks sad until finally he remembered one thing. Yes, the beggar-blind old woman he always gave me a box of bread with pineapple jam there.

How are you doing with that old lady? Is he okay or is he sick. Syifa did not think long soon to do his feet to the supermarket where there later he would buy a stock of bread and pineapple jam.

10 Minutes later...

A few minutes had passed until Syifa who was still walking finally found the figure of a blind old woman who was seen sitting on the side of the road

Syifa smiled so happily. Finally, for a long time he could see the blind old woman and did not forget also with the provisions on his lap as if the blind old woman was waiting for him.

He knows why the blind old woman deliberately put her stock on his lap so that later when we come he can immediately take it.

Syifa stopped Syifa from continuing her steps toward the figure of a blind old woman who seemed to frown when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her.

Syifa immediately knelt before him. He moved the fingers that had taken care of it trying to take the provisions in the lap of the old beggar.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other in a long time."

The old woman's voice sounded making Syifa's eyes round in shock. He did not expect that the woman would instantly recognize him without the need to speak.

Without speaking he could tell that he was Syifa.

"Who?" asked Syifa who was so curious.

The old woman smiled, slightly chuckling as Syifa asked.

"Of course, son of course. Grandma knows you very well."

"Oh yeah?" he did not believe it because Syifa knew that his physical changes had certainly brought Syifa's name even the owner of the flower shop that he always came every day was no longer familiar with him.

"How can Grandma know that there is Syifa now when Syifa did not tell grandma that Syifa is coming."

"Of course, Son Syifa. Grandma knew that even Grandma knew that you looked very sad," the blind old woman's speech made Syifa speech silent.

He looked at the woman's body with a clueless look. Whether the blind old woman could read his mind but there was no way the woman would not seem to know about it.

How could the old woman find out how her heart condition was now just being sad when this old woman could not see she would not be able to see how sad Syifa was.

"How did you know this was Syifa?"

"Of course Grandma knows. Grandma knows from the scent of your body."

"The scent?" asked Syifa who did not understand even he did not believe at all.

"Can you recognize someone by their scent alone?"

"Of course you can, of course you can. Grandma knows very well and understands very well how your body smells even Grandma also knows that some days it is not you who bring provisions for Grandma," he explained to Syifa surprised.

"really? How did grandma know?"

"Of course," he replied with a small laugh.

"Of course, son. Grandma knows everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes this grandmother can smell the aroma that is in women who always give a box of supplies containing pineapple bread but the taste is not the same, different at all."

"You always bring bread with a lot of pineapple jam while the old lady doesn't give it that way."

Syifa just fell silent she sat next to the woman with her feelings of wanting to cry. Honestly, he was tired of facing everything.

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