Duren Campus
Birthday

Dindongs! Alex's house bell rang. Andra who was playing on his iPad was up from the sofa and immediately opened the front door. “Assalamualaikum” Greetings a petite, hijab-wearing, and beautiful girl. The arabic face of the girl was still very thick.

“Walaikumsalam.” Sahut Andra's. The two men were still standing in their respective places. Andra who was still inside the doorstep and the veiled girl was still on the porch and in front of the door as well. They are both facing each other.

If Andra was just speechless with her flat face, then the girl was smiling sweetly with her spirit. “Whose sister? And who else to look for?” Andra asked still with her flat face.

“Andra who came?” Shouted Alex from the inside when he realized Andra was still at the door standing. Alex could not see who the guests were, because Andra's tall body followed the seedlings from his father and ancestors covering the tiny body. Coupled with the position of the terrace of the house is lower than the floor in the house. Until the two are parallel to each other between Andra and the girl.

“It's Me Najwa Alex.” The class leader called out from outside the house with a big enough voice. With one thought the girl was able to reach Alex's eardrum. Instantly the cool widower moved from his place to approach his college friend.

“Please enter Najwa. Andra can ask you to continue your work. Please stuff the wind into all those balloons.” Alex said as he pointed to the room full of black and white and scrambled it.

“How long was Najwa?” Alex asked the Chairman of his favorite class. “On the road jammed Lex, is it how much you waiting for me?” Najwa sok spoiled. “Hahaha..” Alex laughs. “So when did you act spoiled like that Najwa? Hahaha.” Alex is still laughing.

“Isshhh.. really nice to you Alex.” Najwa rolled both balls his eyes then entered without any welcome. “You're Andra, right? Firstborn of Alex?” Najwa asked the man who opened the door. Andra was blowing a balloon with her cheeks bulging. After he finished blowing, he glanced at Najwa.

“Iya's right, what's up Kak?” Sahut Andra while tying the balloon to keep it bulging full of air. “Don't blow manual so dong, this use this!” Najwa. Najwa approached Andra and gave him an electric-based balloon air filler. “Okay, Thanks Yes Kak.” Andra again.

Najwa looked at the living room. “Ckckck... still very tight.” Mumbled. “Alex...” Instantly Najwa yells calling Alex's name. The handsome widower was immediately aghast from where he ran towards Najwa who was only three meters away.

“How the hell you are, not so good! The show is tomorrow morning, why on this yet isshh.” Najwa said as he held his waist on the left and right. Looking at Najwa's annoyed face, he shook his head in disbelief. Alex has an innocent face.

“Had dizzy I, Lu who has a Child even I who bother seven circumference.” Najwa then began to clean up the living room that will be used as a place to celebrate the third birthday of Alex's son, Andra, Indra and Hendra.

Alex just went in and turned on the TV and watched a local drama called Virgin Mom. Najwa glanced at Alex who was watching and was sitting casually on the sofa with his legs folded. “Tuh, Andra is your father isn't it?” Najwa's Light to Alex's Firstborn. Najwa's lips curled and then tilted upward.

“Not, He's My Brother.” Canda Andra's. Najwa did not answer Andra's words, he just rolled his eyes. “Bapak equals Son equals.” Mumbled. “Haduhh.. Brother my stomach hurts, sorry I have to go to the toilet.” Suddenly Andra felt a stomachache but the one he held the head was not the stomach.

“There are stomachaches in the head.” Najwa Sahut. Realizing that her acting did not work out quickly Andra moved the position of her hand from head to stomach. “Truth Brother haduhhh.” Andra again pretended to have stomach pain but unfortunately her acting was very amateurish.

“If you don't want to help please. Your birthday is not your sister.” Saying Najwa ketus, he quipped. “What really isn't what? Thank God that you sent a life-seeking angel here.” Andra sumringah.

Najwa who heard Andra's words immediately stomped his feet and approached Andra. But unfortunately when Najwa quickly wanted to pull out the ear of the eldest son Alex, Andra had disappeared somewhere. Najwa just gawking wonder “Have the science of what the firstborn Alex is.” Mumbled.

As he was astonished, Najwa was then too upset. He just sat and held his chin. “Najwa is wrong himself, why are you too kind and angelic hearted. Look, it's someone else's party but it looks like you're the one celebrating the birthday party here. Especially when viewed from your hard work.” Najwa spoke to himself without anyone listening.

It was Najwa, one of the women who loved Alex. Rela sacrificed desperately from starting Alex's business on Campus, at Home, to the affairs of Alex's Children. With just one Alex Son, why is that? Because all Najwa takes care of is Andra.

What about Indra and Hendra. They both found their mother. At this time, Indra is playing alone at Eliana's house with Eliana playing her phone next to her. While Hendra was soundly asleep in Aisyah's room with a soft elusan on the back.

“Arghhh….! Shit!” Umpat Najwa, then he started doing the decor alone. One by one done carefully, starting from completing filling three hundred balloons that only colored two types of colors, namely black and white. Sticking to Happy Birthday for Alex's three children along with his full name. Wall decoration dominated with black and white paper blips. Then a long fabric that is formed in such a way as to add cool to the decoration.

Najwa was in the room for six hours. Sometimes Alex comes to offer help but Najwa is already angry and sulking. It even adds to the pleasure of Alex, of course he does not need to help him anymore, right? Hehe.

“Ahhhhh...” Najwa let out a long sigh and lay on the floor with widened hands and feet. Staring at the ceiling of Alex's house is creamy with modern minimalist decorative lights. For the first time Najwa felt a tired sensation that made him happy.

Alex came over and lay down next to Najwa. Alex imitates all of his class Chairman positions to look compact. “Are you done Najwa?” Alex said as he turned to the right looking at Najwa's worn face from exhaustion.

“Iya is done Alex.” Najwa looked to the left and looked at Alex. Najwa smiled happily. “Then, there is still a toilet that you should clean Najwa.” Pungkas Duda cool nan tajir that.

“WHATTTTTTT??” Najwa said he couldn't believe it. Suddenly he sat down and beat Alex with all his might. But unfortunately, no matter how strong Najwa punched Alex, still for Duda was to bend Najwa like a clay cracker.

“Arghhh...” Alex yells in pain then runs in the house deeper again. Najwa just sat down and didn't come after him. “Basic Duda boy!” Aspersion. Najwa wiped the sweat droplets on his face with his arms and stood packing his luggage.

“Alex I'm home.” Najwa Shouts. Alex just gawking and answering “Okay”. Then the house was again inhabited without a woman.

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“Happy Birthday We say, happy long life We will pray. Happy prosperous, healthy, sentosa.. happy long life and happyaa..” Happy birthday songs sung by the guests who have attended.

Not to forget, Alex's little family sang along. The simple birthday party was attended by people who loved Alex, Alex's neighbors, and his best friend. Neighbors like Mr. Didit and his family who incidentally the room was only attended by Mr. Didit and his wife and other important people. While other family members wait for the seat provided under Canopy Alex's house.

Those who were dear to Alex were also present such as Aisha, Eliana, Najwa, and Dinda. Neighbors like Mba Temble, Bu Rosa, Bu Tuti were also present. Not spared, Alex's best friend since childhood was also present, namely Abipraya.

“Blow the candle, blow the candle, blow the candle right now, now the guests and Alex's little family sang back. When the song ran out and stopped, there were seven people blowing candles on the three-tiered tart until it went out.

Dear my reader, just remind, do not forget to give a thumb every read yes. Let the writer have the passion to work. And thank you for reading this far. Oh yeah, curious about the seven? Go to chapter 91.. Thank Youuu!