
Then all the children sing happy birthday song, after the song is finished in singing, Naura blew the candle and cut her birthday cake. The first cut was given to his father, the second piece was given to Zira.
The invited guests saw Zira full of questioning because the second piece of cake was given to her, according to them Zira must be a special guest at the event.
"Well this is the event you've been waiting for, the show is hitting pinata with your eyes closed by the birthday." Say the host.
"Hore hooray." Shouting the kids at the same time.
Naura walked with her eyes closed, Zira accompanied her to the pinata that had been hung higher than the height of Naura.
Host starts counting 1 2 3.
Naura started hitting pinata many times, but the pinata has not been damaged, Fiko helped her son hit the pinata, finally the pinata was torn and came out a variety of candy, and, the children scrambled to get the candy.
When the event was over, many guests still enjoyed the dishes. The children ran merrily here and there including Naura.
"Zira let me take you around." Fiko.
Zira nodded her head. They walk in tandem. The man explained each room, both the living room, dining room, family room and also Naura room.
Zira was amazed to see the classic modern Fiko home design.
"It's great the design of the house." Praise Zira.
"Surely you use the services of an architect for a design as good as this, and definitely expensive yes." Ask Zira.
"Hahaha, it's free." Said Fiko with her laughter.
"Free? Oh you must have an architect friend." Ask Zira again.
"Hahaha not Zira, this is all I design." Fiko.
"Ha! you're great, what's your job?"
"I'm an architect." Answer Fiko.
Zira mangosteen understands.
"Hemmmm means we're the same dong." Zira.
"I'm a dress designer and you're an architect, you both love to paint." Zira said enthusiastically.
"Haha you're right."
They laugh together, Fiko takes Zira to her study.
"This is my work space."
In the workspace there are books neatly arranged, according to the color of the cover.
Zira noticed one by one that was inside Fiko's office. He stops at a large painting on the wall, before Zira asks Fiko to explain.
"This is a painting of my wife, the mother of my son Linda. It's been a long time, but I'm still displaying it, because I can't forget those memories." Fiko explained everything.
"Sit down." Fiko invites Zira to sit down.
They were sitting next to each other chatting, there were times when their faces were both serious and there were times when they were laughing together.
"Zira I'm so grateful that you came here. I don't know where to start." Fiko said nervously.
Zira is still waiting for Fiko's words.
"Why? Say it without hesitation I will listen to you." Zira.
"Zira I am I ...., want to tell you." Fiko.
Zira is still listening.
"Yes what." Ask Zira.
Fiko clasped both hands of Zira, looking at her tiny hand in hand she was shocked and confused.
"Zira I like you." Fiko said slowly.
Hearing that remark made Zira round her eyes, she felt like she was dreaming in broad daylight.
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