Cherophophobic
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Kafka's heart beat rapidly as he read the first sentence in the second letter. He sent down the letter again because he was not ready to read the contents of the letter from his biological mother.

"No... I need to know the truth." Kafka said.

The guy re-read the contents of the letter that Vadya wrote years ago.

"From Mom, please,

Kafka darling, I'm Vadya your real mother. You must be a big boy now. I'm sure you grew up to be a good, handsome boy. I'm sorry, I had to leave you with Ms. Anggi. Right now my mind is completely deadlocked. I can't hold your father accountable because he's family. And you can't raise you alone either. Your father's name is El Hasan Anzalion. Miss Anggi must forbid you to take off a necklace, right? That's the necklace your father gave me. I purposely gave it to you so you could find your father. Find him, tell him the truth. If you ask me where I am, I am happy with God. All you need to know is that I love you very much. Really love you Kafka. Please don't hate me, because I love you so much.

To my beloved son, Kafka, "the contents of the letter.

Kafka held a necklace attached to his neck. The necklace was made of white gold with a ruby pendulum that formed the letter V. Then his eyes turned to the envelope on his lap, checked the envelope again and took a photo. A picture of three girls holding balloons in a park.

"This photo, I think I've seen." Kafka murmured.

For a moment he forgot his sadness out of curiosity. Honestly, he said, rather than reading a letter from Vadya, who is his real mother, he was more sad to know the fact that he was not the son of Anggi. But he won't be fighting that now.

In the middle of his daydream, his phone suddenly rang. Not a new phone birthday present. But Kafka still wears his old phone because he has not had time to activate his mother's last gift phone.

Seeing Olivia's name on the screen, the guy smiled faintly, then immediately picked up the phone.

"Sister Kafka!" call the little girl behind the phone.

"Why beautiful?" ask Kafka.

"Sister's okay, right? Have you eaten yet? Is my brother silent?" kaila's voice sounded worried to him.

"No pa-pa really. Brother has eaten too." replied Kafka with a faint smile.

"Sister's voice changed, it must be crying, right? Brother if you want to cry, just cry not to be held. If Kaila became Kafka's sister, Kaila would have been crying all day." said Kaila.

Kafka chuckled at the girl's words. Although the sentence was simple, it was enough to comfort Kafka's heart, which was shattered by his mother's departure and the harsh reality he had just learned.

"Don't want to, the boy's time is whiny." replied Kafka.

"Ihh, don't pa-pa know! Crying is an expression of sadness. Guys or girls both have feelings, both can be sad. Scorching ga pa-pa, it is not good that you hold the sadness." explained Kaila.

"By the way, it's like an adult." said Kafka with a laugh.

"Ciee can laugh. Isn't it sad?" ask Kaila.

"It's sad, but thanks to Kaila the sadness of her sister is reduced" replied Kafka.

Behind the phone came the sound of Kaila laughing cheerfully.

"Anything right, sister, if you don't have friends at home, you just play to Kaila's house. Kaila will be with you. Promise!" kaila said suddenly.

"Yes, thank you."

"Jaudah, sister, Kaila wants to learn, drugs."

"Bad"

Tut's. The phone connection has been cut off. But the smile on Kafka's lips is still lasting. The man rubbed the corner of his eyes that were still wet. He decided not to be sad anymore. He will get used to living without a mother from now on. It may be difficult at first, but Kafka is unlikely to continue crying Anggi right? Just a different one this time.

"From now on I will keep smiling and laughing, but I will not accept happiness in any form. Because God is fair. After being loved happy I must be given sadness." said Kafka in his heart.

The next day before leaving school, Kafka watered the flowers behind the house as well as those in the store. He will carry out his late mother's message. After the activity of watering the flowers finished the boy went inside and ate his breakfast and immediately went to school.

While in the parking lot Kafka cross paths with Yohan who also just arrived. The cold fellow observed Kafka with a questioning gaze.

"Gue ain't pa-pa" Kafka said suddenly.

"I mean Lo?"

"Yes, I know you'd want to ask me about my situation. Because Lo's mouth is lazy, I answer immediately." replied Kafka with a smile showing a row of teeth.

In the middle of their conversation came his other friends. They were a bit surprised to see Kafka who was like usual, the difference was that the man's face was a little pale.

"Aren't you pa-pa Kaf?" ask Yora.

Kafka shook his head. "What am I why?"

"This is our new cheerful Kafka!" cetus Arzel hugging Kafka.

After that they walked together to class X MIPA 2 which is class Kafka, Yohan, and Azam.

"Btw, can I ask you?" ask Kafka.

"What?" ask your friends at the same time.

"When is your year?" ask Kafka.

"Huh? Why is it suddenly so?" ask Azam back.

"No, yesterday you guys had a hard time preparing a surprise birthday for me. It will be your birthday." replied Kafka with a cheerful smile.

His friends nodded in understanding and then mentioned the date of his birthday. Only one has not mentioned. Yohan.

"Lo don't want to tell you Lo's birthday?" ask Kafka.

Yohan was silent.

"Your birthday is January 1. New Year's boy he's." said Yora.

Yohan snorted in annoyance as all immediately laughed after Yora mentioned her birthday date. Though born on January 1 it was a good date, but he was always led by the name of a new year boy.

"Udah, don't laugh anymore" Kafka said with a chuckle.

His friends immediately complied with Kafka's request to stop laughing at Yohan.

Kafka looked around. Many girls hold Silverqueen chocolates, Cadbury Dairy Milk, and other brands of chocolate. The guy frowned.

"Why do so many people eat chocolate?" ask Kafka.

"Valentine's Day is sure to eat a lot of chocolate." replied Hazel.

"What is it?" ask Kafka again.

"Heh, don't realize that boy. Lo's birthday was Valentine's Day yesterday. February 14th." cetus Arzel.

"Oh, I forgot." replied Kafka with a whimper.

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