The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 26. It's not too late, is it?

You who suddenly came before me with a sweet surprise.

Simple, but your surprise makes me forget a moment of tiredness, difficulty, or busyness that I was facing.

Let go of all the seeds of stress in my mind, and transform into a new spirit.

A light touch like an elusan on my head, or a light grip on my shoulders,

Able to make me unwind, fatigue, and all my frustrations.

Isn't that all simple?

No need to try hard or say a lot of words.

Just stay by my side and treat me well.

Every little thing you do makes me happy.

Your energy makes my spirit grow.

At least all these surprises can make my mind forget all day with all the routine that is very tiring.

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# SHERINA POV #

Where my feet stand now I don't know. Because since picking me up all of a sudden what I categorize as kidnapping with the culprits is my own best friend.

“Until when should I close my eyes?” My complaint.

“Sabar dong, just a little more until,” replied Harsya.

Soon I felt the car stop. Then Harsya led me down from the car. He would occasionally remind me if there were holes or stones blocking my steps.

I followed Harsya and Rafie, stopping somewhere or whatever was in front of me right now.

I felt the cloth ties to my eyes begin to loosen .

And when the cloth was washed out of my eyes, my net slowly tried to adjust to the light around me.

I could only stand on my feet when finally my net could perfectly capture what was now before me.

A house building, more precisely if now the house is called an old house model.

With a small fence and short, without a carport let alone a garage, because most of the yard is filled with plants.

Suddenly a shadow of a little girl with bluish ash eyes was running around without using footwear in the yard of the house. While the Father was busy reading the news in the newspaper, and the Mother who had just joined after preparing tea to accompany a happy little family afternoon.

Tears from both my eyes finally sank without warning. The more clearly the laughter of the little boy was overshadowed by me the more I sobbed with my own cry. Even now my shoulders are shaking.

“This is my childhood home,” I said softly.

I feel the grip on my shoulders, not just from one person, but from 2 people who are always there in my hardest times.

“And will remain your home until later,” Harsya said.

“Forever will be your home, Mi cielo,” Rafie continued.

“What do you mean?” my many.

“This is a birthday gift for you from both of us” Harsya explained.

My logic understood the meaning of both, but my little heart was afraid of disappointment, so I better make sure.

“Come in, and see what surprises are in there,” said Rafie.

With both of them clutching my shoulders, we walked over the fence, then through the garden, and arrived at the terrace.

Although there are no more favorite wooden patio chairs Dad there, but most of them are all the same.

Harsya gave me the keys, I slowly opened the door, and the first thing I found was a living room decorated with many balloons and birthday decorations.

“Happy birthday, Sherina,” said Harsya.

She let go of her arms and hugged me and once again said happy birthday.

Rafie did the same.

After that we headed to the backyard, as I remember in the backyard used to be the orchid garden owned by Mother, but now the orchid garden has turned into a fish pond. And this is the first thing that has changed from this house.

“Come blow out the candles,” exclaim Harsya with both hands carrying a birthday cake covered in chocolate.

I pray that all those who love me will always be given happiness, then immediately I kissed her lips with gratitude because my birthday this time again I passed along with the people I love and love me .

After I was satisfied to go around the house then we enjoyed the dinner that Rafie and Harsya had prepared.

I was further amazed when the main room was filled with the things I had left in Harsya's apartment.

Late at night, Rafie and Harsya leave at 10 p.m. After the death of the two, this house seems increasingly quiet, just me and all the memories of Father and Mother first.

I went back to my room, and tidied up some of my stuff.

Until the doorbell stopped my activity.

I ran down the stairs, like I used to do.

The constant ringing of the doorbell indicates if it is possible that the guest is an impatient person.

Czech ...

The door opened, and I finally felt surprised.

“Happy birthday,” he said.

I'm still standing sculpting.

“Am I late? Looks like there's still an hour left before tomorrow arrives,”.

And I'm still sculpting.

“Are you really going to let the candle melt to nothing?” tanyakanya.

I came to my senses and hurriedly blew away the number 26 candle that had melted almost half of it.

“Where do you know I'm here? And who told you it was my birthday today?” my many.

“Because I'm Gibran El-Fatih, I'll know everything I want to know. Likewise with what I want, I will get it,” Gibran said arrogantly.

“Do you not know how to receive the right guest?” insinuations.

“Sure, but only apply if the person also knows the time to visit someone else's house,” reply I don't want to lose.

“Alright, I admit wrong to come at your break,” he said.

“But I don't want to lose your birthday,”.

I narrowed my eyes, watching Gibran's countenance, but all I found was seriousness there.

“Can you help by receiving this cake?” the sarcasm.

Immediately I took the cake from Gibran's hands, after which the cake moved into my hands in a lightning-fast motion the man then dyed the top of my head once.

“Happy birthday,” clean.

My eyes are breaking. “Gibran, you deliberately yah!” my peek.

Gibran just chuckled, finally his plan worked.

With Sherina's two hands still holding the birthday cake, Gibran turned to stand behind her and led the woman to her car. Not to forget he closed the door to Sherina's house first.

“Come in,” he said after opening the car door.

I'm shaking. “This time really I will be kidnapped, my inner”.

“Include yourself, or I'll be –“

Immediately I stopped his words by getting into the car.

I saw Gibran smiling triumphantly. And a little while later his car started driving after he put the seatbelt and moved the cake to the back seat of his car.

The car sped up rapidly splitting the deserted streets of the capital.

“I will report you on kidnapping charges,” threatened me.

“Please if you can,” reply.

And then I went limp, when I realized I forgot my phone in the room.

My disappointed look may seem funny to Gibran, because now the man just laughs.

And I, I can only lean in for a comfortable position.

“Sleep, I'll wake you when we get there,” he said as I closed my eyes.

“Oh My God, please give me strength like a bottle genie that can disappear, my inner”.

🌼🌸🌼 🌸To be continued 🌼🌸🌼🌸