NOT PERPETRATORS
My Birthday Day

It was a cold night. The night is always cold. Especially without him who usually always warms my heart with love. I sat on the balcony alone. Staring at the black sky without the moon, without the stars. Like my heart, without love and love.

I admit, I haven't been able to move on from him. But I still insist on forgetting it. How could it possibly feel so easy? And she feels so sweet and beautiful.

Fania and Arka were asleep.I saw the clock on the mobile phone showing at 23:00 WIB. In a minute, in one hour. That means I'm 25 years old.

Usually, Dimas always stands by saying happy birthday to me and the best prayer for me. Why do I keep remembering it? I tried to let him go. The fact is hard, almost every second when I'm alone, all I remember is him.

I looked back at the phone screen that showed me the time that continued to grow. Until the time shows at 24:00 WIB. Immediately I closed my eyes, praying the best for myself and my son.

O Allah SWT .. Today my age is increasing and my age is decreasing. I'm not asking You for glory. I just want me and my son to be happy. I also ask Thee that my life be waged.

Suddenly I remembered Dimas.

Oh my God .. If he is my soul mate then unite. If it's not my soul mate, then help me forget it and move on from it. Give me the love that you have longed for. May my life be better this year, and the years that follow. Aamiins.

I opened my eyes, and I was surprised that someone was standing in front of me.

"Brave birthday!"

"Fania."

I stared at the cake in his hand. A simple little cake that seemed to be made by Fania herself. Because the decoration is quite simple and the number 25 made of cardboard is upside down. Moreover, the candles that Fania uses are candles used to illuminate the house when the lights are off.

"Happy birthday, my dear sister" he said with a smile.

I looked at him in wonder. "How do you know my birthday?"

"Fania, that, loh!"

"Fania." I looked at him moved.

"Come, blow the candles. You've been praying, haven't you, just now?"

I smiled seeing him. I thought Fania was asleep, not expecting at all, Fania made a surprise like this.

"Blow the candles!" fania orders while bringing the cake closer to my face.

I blew out that candle. The candle that Fania put in the middle of the cake. The cake looks so funny. However, Fania was sweet enough to surprise me with her hand.

"Horay! Now let's cut the cake!" get Fania excited. Fania put the cake on the table next to me sitting down. Then he himself took a seat next to the table.

I took the kitchen knife that Fania brought. Smiling, I cut it.

"Horay! Come on, taste my cake!"

Fania took the cake I had cut, then fed me. "Come, open your mouth!"

I smiled seeing his behavior. I opened my mouth and Fania immediately put the cake in my mouth. I kept smiling and looked at Fania. Until the moment my tongue began to taste the cake, I was shaking.

"What's wrong? Does it taste good?" ask Fania.

Insist I swallow it, then throw a smile at it.

"Didnake?" Fania looked at me in front of her wide-eyed balls.

I nodded while smiling.

"Then, come on, again. Let me steam, shall I?"

"I can do it myself, Fan. Let me just."

However, Fania continued to insist. He also returned to bribe me. "Come, open your mouth, Imania."

I opened my mouth again. Fania with a happy face bribed me. I chewed back slowly while continuing to throw a smile. Appreciate every attempt to make this very and very strange cake.

"You like it?" fania asked with a happy mimic.

I nodded while smiling. Only that could hide the strange taste in my mouth.

"Sorry, I can only make a small cake. But next time, on your next birthday, I'll make you a bigger cake."

"Fania, how did you make this cake? I mean, where do you know how to make a cake?"

"From YouTube, dong?" fania said with confidence. "What ... does it taste really good?"

"Yes, it tastes good. I like it" I replied with a smile.

"Then let me try it." Fania cut the cake again.

I immediately held his hand. "Isn't this cake for me?"

"Can't I taste it?"

"No. It's mine."

Fania pursed her lips. "I just want to taste my own cake. This is my first cake. And I made it special for you. Do you know what? Making a little cake like this takes six hours. I've been confused to make a cake with a texture that fits and soft like this."

"How many times have you made a cake?"

"This is the fourth cake that I think is perfect" he replied happily.

Fania moved me. I got out of my chair and asked Fania to stand up. I hugged his body tightly. I don't feel my tears falling either.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to surprise me" I said.

"Either. This is the first time I've ever done a surprise for someone. I've never done this before."

"Thank you ...."

Fania took off my arms. He looked at me and wiped my tears as he said, "Never be sad. There I am here with you. We can share our hard and sad together. I hope you are always happy and accept a good destiny. With the best of friends."

"Yes, already. If I can't taste the cake, quickly take it and store it in the fridge."

I smiled and hugged him tightly once again. In my heart, I am so grateful to have a friend like him. Although sometimes like a child, but he can do sweet things to make someone feel happy.

About his cake. It feels like ... sweet, this is not good for people with diabetes. Fortunately my blood sugar is normal. I don't know how much Fania added sugar to make this cake. There was another bitter taste, out of nowhere the bitter taste was. Or maybe, Fania added too much chocolate powder, so the cake became bitter.

Regarding the texture that Fania said was soft and perfect, I was actually very amused to hear it. In fact, the cake was so soft. When I cut it, the cake won't come off the knife. However, I was so moved and happy for her hard work to please my heart.

Thank you, Fania. You are my best friend. On my birthday, I also pray that you will quickly be reunited with your real father. Aamiins.

***

Morning on my birthday. It just so happened that today was Sunday, so I took my day off and used my time off to do all the homework.

After cooking, I cleaned the house. Sweep and mop the floor, then wipe the glass. After that, I cleaned the page.

In the usual days, Fania was only in charge of bathing the Arcs, feeding the Arcs, and guarding the Arcs. So, he never did homework like this. It is natural that once a week the house feels so dirty. Because I don't always have time to clean it every day.

"Ghem!"

Sound from the balcony. I also looked up. Fania was standing there.

"Tumben is awake."

"It's Sunday, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"We're not shopping?" ask Fania.

I pretended to ignore it while continuing to sweep the courtyard.

"Imania, come?"

I know, Fania's food supply is up. He must have whined.

"Imania!"

"Hm ...."

"Ah, suck! You should've bought me a meal at a restaurant to celebrate your birthday."

I laughed when I heard that whimper.

Suddenly a white car stopped in front of the gate of my house. White car with pink ribbon. The sound of the car horn sounded asking for the gate to open.

"Imania, who is it?" ask Fania who is still on the balcony.

I lifted my shoulder as I looked towards Fania, hinting 'i don't know'.

"Okay, I'm down!"

The sound of the car horn kept asking for the door to be opened. I approached and opened the gate. The car came into the yard and stopped right in front of the house. Followed by a red car trailing behind the white car.

Someone got off the white car. A man who is foreign to me. And a woman got off the red car. It also seemed foreign to me. Looks like they're officers from the dealer.

I approached them confused. Were they wrong address? Fania followed, coming towards me.

"With Imania Saraswati" said the man, extending his hand.

I shook his hand too. "Yes right."

We also let go of each other's hands. Then the woman in sexy clothes handed me a letter and a ballpoint pen.

"Please sign it" he said.

I still look at him confused. "Sorry, this ... did you send the wrong car? I didn't buy a car at all."

"You didn't buy this car. But someone bought this car and asked us to send it to this address" the man said.

"Yes, please sign these letters."

"Imania, who gave me this car?" ask Fania who is confused.

"I don't know either" I replied.

I read those letters too. And all the contents are in my name, including vehicle ownership papers. Who did all this?

"Sorry, do you know who bought this car for me?"

"We were only sent by Mr. Ardi to send him here" the man replied.

"The ardi? Ardi Baskoro?" many surprised.

"Yes, right."

"Who is Ardi Baskoro?" ask Immania while embracing me.

"He is the owner of the largest car dealership and showroom in Indonesia" I replied.

"Well, cool!" fania Gumam.

"Please signed. We still have important business" the woman said.

With a feeling of confusion and shock, I signed the papers. My heart is still wondering, who did all this?

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