Love on the verge of suffering
Injury Transformation

Zifa bathed her sister patiently, just like her mother used to do. Well, from this moment on she has to replace her mother taking care of her brother. Zifa remembered her mother how patient she was with the trials her family faced. Where he was only a few hours in his mother's residence it feels like he already wants to complain and wants to cry as loud as possible. But the mother patiently took care of them until her brother was eighteen and she was seventeen. They are different for just one year.

"Mother please, expand this heart as you please. Teach Zifa the meaning of patience, so that Ifa can take care of Zara's sister," Zifa muttered in her heart. Another moment came in the recesses of his heart. The sudden departure of the mother still feels a dream. There was no preparation, but Zifa was forced to go through this ordeal.

There was no conversation between Zara and Zifa. "Where's mom? Work?" ask Zara after the shower. Zifa simply replied with a faint nod. He wanted to explain that his mother would never see them again, but Zifa's heart was not strong. Just about to open his mouth his throat was already suffocating.

"This is an Ifa test," said Zara again, maybe he wanted to say anxious to his mother who did not come home, even though the testing outside was very heavy.

Tears that had been held back by Zifa, could no longer be dammed, faintly heard from Zifa when she saw her brother standing behind the window watching the rain outside.

Zifa on the worn-out sova covered her face could not imagine how her brother felt. Mother is closest to Kak Zara, even they always sleep together. His brother will continue to look for his mother. How long does Zifa keep lying? And how long will Zara understand this?

Not strong enough to see the scene, Zifa went to the kitchen and remembered the cake she brought from the school of her intentions she intended for her mother and sister, but everything was not in accordance with what she planned. Even because of his birthday, he lost his mother.

Her plaintiff subconsciously mocked the cake. "I hate celebrations. I hate birthdays. I hate this cake. Because of my birthday, I lost my mother. I hate birthdays," Zifa yelled to fill her house.

Zara, who was still waiting for her mother to come home when she heard her sister scream, cried in the kitchen her conscience moved so she could see why her sister was screaming and crying.

His steps led him down the room that is not spacious and saw his sister in the middle of the row with the hands of a birthday cake tofu. He thought of capturing memory first when his mother once gave him a piece of tofu and it tasted really good. So when Zara saw the cake her saliva seemed to drip and wanted it.

"Ifa, I want the cake" said Zara, not understanding that her sister hated the cake, and wanted to throw away the cake she had destroyed.

"Ifa, I want that cake." This time, Zara's voice was growing increasingly groggy and it was as if she really wanted the ruined cake, even in her hands was also clinging to the remnants of the cake she had destroyed.

"Oh, maybe this was pregnant, and her son wanted to eat the cake that I destroyed," Zifa's inner heart softened and pushed the broken cake.

"Eat it" said Zifa, his ego trying to hold it even though in his heart he wanted to throw the cake and trample it. Zara seemed to be enjoying her birthday.

"Ifa's delicious. Ifa want?" tanya Zara was really her brother luring her to vomit to see him.

"Son's the one who eats," he replied.

Zara again ate the cake, even he j*lati the edge of the plate that still left the cream and cake.

"Ifa, in ifa's hands." Zara who saw Zifa's hand a lot of cake remakes may still want it.

"Wouldn't you like it again?" ask Zifa, while thrusting her hand so that Zara can see the rest of the cake in her hand.

Zara nodded and immediately ate the cake in her sister's hand.

Zifa was once again powerless to endure this suffering, what if people knew that her sister was pregnant. What do they say later?