Descendants To Seven
Birthday Anniversary

It did not feel that Lina's son and daughter were now five years old.

"Darling come in" persuaded Emile to his son.

His son was silent, his gaze was straight towards one place. He ignored the words of his mother who called him to celebrate his birthday. There was something else that caught his attention compared to the atmosphere inside the house.

"Darling.." call Emile again.

He could have pulled his son directly inside, but he was afraid that when he touched his son, he would see what he was afraid of. So he called his son closer to distract his son. And he succeeded. Now his son turned his face towards him.

Emile tilted his head forty-five degrees. Then smile, clenching his hands together, and tilting his hands in the same direction as his head.

"Let's go in, the show will start" he said.

His son followed his words and went into the house. At home all the decorations to celebrate his birthday have been installed and some entertainment enliven his birthday. A clown and a magician are invited to the show.

When the clowns perform the attraction all the children who are there cheer for joy. And to make the event more festive, he also distributed sweets in the middle of magic attractions.

The other children cheered happily, but not with Emile's son. He has been in his chair since he came in. There was no look on her face that described her mood. Face flat. Doesn't look sad or happy. Clowns try to display the best attractions but all that does not change the look of his face.

And when the magic show takes place it also remains the same. He remained silent. Though this birthday event, deliberately conducted festively to make him happy.

Not only are clowns and magicians trying to get his attention, spirits are also involved. But none of them dared to touch him.

The highlight of the event was the cutting of the cake, and all the children sang for him. And he just moved out of his chair when his mother told him to cut the cake. And to guide his son, he must hold his son's hand.

Fortunately, things are under control. Long-sleeved clothes and gloves kept Emile from touching her son's skin. That way he won't see any apparitions either.

Then came the time for Emile's son to open a special gift given by his family. The children cheered and applauded, for every box opened. But again the look of the face did not change.

The show was slow for his son, but not for Emile. Because now it is finally part of the event shaking hands with the birthday, before getting the parcel and going home. Emile was very worried. She hopes the gloves her son wears can help.

The idea he got when he accidentally touched his son without touching his skin. In the past, he was forced to touch his son to change his diaper, by closing his eyes. Because even though he did not touch directly he still saw the appearance.

But the more his son grew the bigger it changed. She didn't see the apparition as easily as it used to when her baby was newborn. And finally Emile realized one thing and got an idea. The idea of hiding the truth, of seeing the subtle-spirit, for anyone who comes into contact with his son.

Luckily, the whole show went well. The party was over and the children went home with the parents who drove them. Or take them home, and come get them back.

"Ray let's open the card" said the people who stayed after the guests left.

But Ray was silent. He was never interested in that at all. But because he was told constantly, he opened the gift as well. And after the opening ceremony finished he went outside.

Ray or the son of Dion and Lina kept quiet and still chose to be outside. I don't want Emile to pull him in.

"It's night, little kids can't be outside" Emile said.

"But he's still outside" said Ray pointing in a direction.

The wind blew against Emile's skin and gave him a goosebump. He rubbed his nape and pulled his son's sleeve.

Elsewhere the birthday event was not lavishly celebrated by Lina for her daughter who could only lay weak. His body was getting taller but his muscles were not increasing. Anyone looking would feel an unpleasant feeling. Between pity or fear.

The eyeball protrudes like it will come out at any time and the bones that only look like they are wrapped in the skin. Black and green as a zombie. To cover it up Lina always put on thick clothes for her daughter.

Today is her daughter's birthday, Ros bought her a pink dress that she ended up wearing only once. Even to capture it, it is not. Because it looks so mismatched and somehow it feels sad to look at it.

But Lina was heartened she kept the dress and put it on her daughter. But before that, he first wore a long-sleeved shirt as a cover for his daughter's skin. And don't forget to put a polish on his daughter's face. After that, he took a picture of his daughter.

"I go home first." said Ros later.

"Yes makasi yes, on the card said Lina.

They no longer live together, Ros is married to the owner of the restaurant where he works. And Ros helps Lina to open a small stall by giving her a soft loan. The payment can Lina cicil from the profits to sell.

"Teresa, happy birthday dear." said Lina.

She felt no tears and immediately remembered her husband. Then he remembered again when he visited the tomb of his son. The son of Emile whom he considered his son. And of course, he also visited the tomb of aunt Mery who accompanied her in difficult times while pregnant.

While remembering this, he unconsciously fell asleep. Luckily when Ros came home he had locked the door. And in his sleep he dreamed of Mery's aunt.

In her dream Mery's aunt looked like she was at a party. The party was festive and looked like her daughter was sitting on a chair wearing a Ros dress. She looks so pretty.

Lina smiled at the dream. But his smile changed as he was in a hallway that was only heading in one direction. There was a lamp directing his footsteps.

In her dream, Lina wandered down the hallway and saw a room. It looks like an operating room. He also saw a person lying stiff in bed with infusion tubes all over his body. Lina also noticed many incisions on the person's skin. And a partial stitch that hasn't dried.

When I look closer...

Seriate...