Love on the verge of suffering
Happy Abused Grief

Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you....

"Ifa happy sweet seventeen." Her classmate simultaneously shouted a speech that instantly made Zifa develop her big smile. The woman on her birthday could not even say anything. So surprised his friends know his birthday, even painstakingly prepare the sweetest surprise of his life. Because before no one gave a birthday surprise, even for a greeting 'Happy Birthday' he never felt. Either dream what last night, so Zifa get this sweet treatment.

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Proookk... prookkk..proookk, it turns out that Bu Herni and friends gave Zifa a surprise birthday. Zifa was surprised to mix haru. He himself forgot his birthday. But the homeroom teacher and his new friends gave him this surprise.

Tesss.happy tears fell while Bu Herni and her friends approached her who was still staring in front of the white board she was cleaning.

"So this is all, just the idea of Mom and friends to smooth out the surprises from Mom and her other friends at Ifa's birthday?" asked Zifa while lifting the blackboard eraser he still held, as a sign of his confusion.

"Hehehe. Mother just followed their directions," replied Ms. Herni again blaming Zifa's friends, because it was the idea of working on Zifa who did not do the task, but did not do the job, by hiding his duty so that Zifa can be punished from Bu Herni is indeed his friends who have the idea. Ms. Herni just followed.

Zifa could only cry, she was very grateful, even though she was a transfer student and came from an incapacitated family, but none of her friends mocked her. Very different, in the place of the old school, until Zifa was bored with bullying just because she was born from a poor family, and every school home helped parents sell donuts, he said, and chips and then his friends make fun of his fate, really sliced. Therefore, Zifa decided to change schools when she felt she was no longer strong in a toxic school environment.

Sure enough filling Zifa, in this new place is very much appreciated, and no one makes fun of her, just because her mother is a maid, she said, and he came home from school selling donuts and bread belonging to his neighbors.

"Ifa let's blow up the lights, pray God that I can get a dirty husband" chirped one of the famous male friends in his class, Miza. Prayer is just a joke.

"Amin.." replied the zifa friends simultaneously and including Zifa da Bu Herni gave the answer 'Amin'.

Zifa prayed before blowing her lily. Buuuuhhhh. Then Zifa cut the cake and gave her first feed to Bu Herni in exchange for parents at school. Zifa actually wanted to give a bribe to her mother, but this was impossible because there was a school. "Do I ask for one piece of cake for my mother and my brother" Zifa said. "Well I will ask to leave this cake one piece for my mother" Zifa muttered in her heart. Where he really wants to share his happiness with a mother who has struggled to make a living for herself and sister Zara.

"Zifa let's dong cut the cake, then divide us strongly - we, like good tuh," cried Dion from the end of the class, well Dion deigned most recuperative but also always good with Zifa.

Zifa followed Dion's orders, cutting the cake and sharing it with her friends.

After asking Ms. Herni for permission, Zifa separated two pieces of cake for her mother and sister, Zara. The surprise birthday show was over, and one of Zifa's friends congratulated and prayed for Zifa, without exception Bu Herni, a very good homeroom teacher of Zifa, who considered Zifa to be her own child.

"Happy birthday well beautiful, remember you have to be more diligent, more devoted to your parents. Do not forget to do your duty to the Lord and always do good," Herni gave a prayer for Zifa.

Thank you Mom, Zifa will definitely always remember mother's message, Zifa will not disappoint Mom as a substitute for Zifa's parents at school. Zifa will show that Zifa is capable and can also be successful even from a poor family." Zifa still remembered all the insults and scorn from her former schoolmates. It is very different from the school now. Even at this school Zifa got many lessons of the meaning of togetherness and helping each other help.

Ahem... Deheman's voice from the side of the door as soon as Zifa left the classroom, where Zifa came out last because she had to tidy up the former chaos of the birthday event that her friends celebrated for her. Zifa turned to the source. "Kemal, what are you doing?ask Zifa who was surprised why Kemal his lover was there. Uh... Kemal was not Zifa's lover only Kemal who several times shot Zifa but Zifa did not accept, Zifa chose to judge Kemal his theme especially Kemal was the son of the rich man while Zifa's son was unable to. Kemal and Zifa are like the heavens and the earth and Zifa did not want to be Kemal's lover. Better friends, Zifa's justification is that there will be no hate in the future if their relationship runs aground.

Evidently it has been five months since Zifa studied at this school the relationship between the two is familiar and there is no difference in understanding.

"Thank you Kemal. Yes, I forgot it was my birthday. Friends and Ms. Herni were celebrating," Zifa replied in an honest voice.

"Hahaha..too busy you, until your own birthday forget. Btw kado nyuluh yah Beb.." said Kemal who always thought Zifa was his lover.

Zifa just smiled, even she did not expect a gift, with congratulations to Zifa already very tangled. "Oh yes, I went straight home Mal, used to want to go directly around the sale of cakes so I could buy books." Zifa hurriedly was about to leave Kemal, but.

"Wait Ifa!! I'm taking it, yeah," said Kemal with a pleading face.

Zifa wanted to refuse, but was not given a chance to protest by Kemal.

"As a birthday greeting," Kemal added, so Zifa developed her smile and finally nodded her head in agreement to send Kemal home.

"Lumayan saves time," Inner Zifa with a faint smile walked beside Kemal. Well for Zifa time is money, so he will be very much in communion with time. Because with those times Zifa can peddle his trade and can get rupiah coffers that he can use for his life needs.

Usually Zifa will go home on foot to his house which is not too far from school. Zifa walked through a small alley that could only be passed through our walk, which she did to save costs. But also sometimes Zifa wear his butut bike. Just walk more often.

Zifa rode on Kemal's motor sport, and the man would drive Zifa home. "We're going straight home or where did Zi go?" asked Kemal, who Zifa might have wanted him to go to before he went home.

"Directly to the house of ajah Mal, I have to directly sell cakes right, later if I run around first I can not help mom to make money. Poor mother I alone slam bones to support us," replied Zifa who somehow since then hurt her heart while calling her mother.

"Why do I feel bad at every mention of mother's name." Zifa held onto her chest that every mention of her mother's name immediately hurt.

"You are indeed a good child Zi, just let this heart always knock by you," Kemal replied with a big smile.

"Hemz.. dreadful you Mal." Zifa patted Kemal on the shoulder as a sign that he would not prolong his symptoms.

Zifa saw many people passing by in front of her narrow alley. "Wait for the yellow flag, who died?" inner Zifa, the feeling is increasingly unsettled, when the Kemal motor is swallowed by the mouth of the alley.

"Mal, what are these people like walking into my house, and that yellow flag? Which mall is dead? Why do I feel this way anyway," raved Zifa various questions he hurled at Kemal Kemal himself in his heart also must have asked the same question.

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