TWENTY
The Tiara

"Wine! Gawat gawa dang! How's it?!"

"Stranquilize dong Na! What the hell is it? From last night how rich people get confused!"

"Calma Iihh. Remember where we were going next afternoon?" I asked a bit of a puzzle. Check if he remembers what he doesn't. You see, from yesterday Salma was still very relaxed and had not mentioned about the gift.

"Later afternoon? We're usually rich at home" right! Salma has forgotten!

Then I got out of bed to find my bag. From inside the bag I picked up a striking pink paper that was none other than an invitation to Tiara's birthday party.

"Oh God! I forgot"

"Your pantes are just relaxing from yesterday, it turns out they forgot" I said.

"Hehehe. Sorry Na! Pardon me! His name also forgot. Is the man the wrong place and forget" ngelesnya really smart, Sal? Until use of postulates.

"Yes to ustadzah. When do we buy the card?"

"Later in the afternoon, about nine o'clock what?"

"Yes, I told you guys first!" My pamphlets to him.

When the doorknob was about to be pulled inside, he first moved like he was pushed towards me. I who do not know that the door will be opened by people from outside did not have time to dodge.

Duk!

"Aww!" Finally I hit the door made of wood.

Duh. How about plus nyut-nyut an?

"Ouch! The nala! Sorry-sorry! I didn't know you were going out!" Iren who was the same did not expect him to apologize to me.

"Yes, it's nothing. Yaudah I'm out first!" My pamphlets to them.

"Then wait!" Heh? Tumben they are compact.

"What's wrong?"

"That! Your forehead is bleeding!"

"Did Ren?" Thanks to Iren's words I fumbled over my forehead that was stumbling on the door.

Shh! Bemoan. And a red liquid stuck to my fingers. Not surprisingly, just knocking the same door can cause a bloody incident huh?

"Here Na, I'm doing medicine first" Salma pulled me to sit back.

She painstakingly treated the wound on my forehead. Sometimes, if I cry, he follows along. I was tired of hearing two words of apology. The first was from Iren because of his guilt, and the second was from Salma for fear of pain when treated.

And the initial plan to meet Rangga and Abdul I finally changed by calling him. Minimizing this mockery and questions about the wound on my forehead.

Tutt! The tuuuttt!

Okay. Call is still connected.

"Hello Na?"

"Halu Dul, we'll be out in the afternoon!"

"Are you on a date? Sorry Na, I can't. There's another heart I'm still chasing" you know, Salma's heart, right?

So Salma is really good? You can love three guys at once. Where are those guys all right again. The first Alif, it's definitely good. Continue to Rendi, although annoying but if he already loves his care is not kelulungan. Keep the latter the same Abdul nih, whose nature is eleven twelve equal Rendi.

"But, PD! What dream did I have last night to date there?"

"Lha said she wanted to come out?" Oh, so I was still ambiguous.

"It means going out with Salma with Rangga, we will buy a gift for Tiara" I explained.

"Ohh. okay. That's it?"

"Yes"

"Jaelah Na. Just want to say it using the call all, even though staying out of the room. It's so bad to be a girl!" Kumat kanebelinya.

"I'm sorry, my pulse is too much. Mubadzir dong if not dipake?" A little arrogance is nothing. Hehe.

"Curtain! Doubt it! Though the pulse is also from whom" loh, how the voice so change?

"Hehehe. Yes-yes Ren, the pulse is from you"

Oh yes, during the same relationship the Rendi was never the name buy a pulse or buy a data package. Joints always fill it. I'm not asking, he's the one who's not. He said to give alms. It's okay, besides he's too rich. The money to fill my pulse is not how much will not make him bankrupt.

"Thank you, Rendi! I guess I'm the same as you"

"Damf. Disgust Na!" After saying that the connection was cut off.

According to the original plan, we're out at nine. Since the bloody incident earlier I have not been out of the room, once out directly interviewed in a row.

"Where are the attractions from Na?"

"Can't you be rich?"

"Please explain how the circuit is?"

And all sorts of other questions. Briefly I answered "door clapper" after which I went straight out of the house. They care so much for those who laugh with satisfaction.

Friends are always gini, right? His friend was hit by a disaster in the past and was just concerned.

"Where were you going?"

"How about the market?" My proposal. In addition to being cheap, the distance is also quite close. Rather than in a mall in the city, it is far away.

"OK on cus!" This time we ride a borrowed motorcycle in Pak Karto and the next door neighbor.

Arriving at the market, our first destination is at the doll stall. Especially a gift for a child if not a doll?

Though just choose and buy, but there is always something to fuss about. Like Abdul and Rangga who fuss over Tiara's favorite colors.

"The girl loves the pink Ga color!"

"Blue"

"Dilangin ngeyel! Pink Ga!"

"Blue!"

"Na, what color do you think Tiara likes?" I who was looking at the panda dolls felt called.

"If from the color of the invitation that pink ngejreng so rich Tiara likes pink" I said.

And Abdul with his PD patted his chest towards Rangga. Intentionally scoffing.

"But, almost all the items in school like bags, books, the same pencil case in blue. Maybe he also likes the color blue" continued me again that makes the smile of Abdul's victory fade.

"Dengerin tuh!" Now it was Rangga's turn to smile arrogantly behind his flat face.

"You guys are so complicated? Just take one each. Abdul buy the pink, keep the Rangga blue. It must have been accepted by all the Tiara" this, which I like from Salma, is always reliable in this situation. Being an intermediary as if his expertise.

"I agree with Salma" they both obeyed what Salma said. While they were paying, I took another look at the row of panda dolls.

"You want to buy that Na?"

"Eh? No Sal, just look around. Funny doll"

Well this, still not thought until now.

"You don't know Sal. That you?"

"You buy stationery, you buy the same card paper" ooh so. I nodded in understanding.

A moment later Rangga and Abdul called. Apparently they're done, and we're now going to a kiosk that sells a wide variety of school supplies. I saw Salma buy a slow book, a colored pencil, and some pencils. Maybe it's the prize. The guy chooses his card.

"Not yet to find the right gift?"

"Not Sal, maybe on the way home later to meet" I said resigned.

On this hot return trip, it was eleven in the afternoon. Among the rows of shophouses that sell various objects, there is one shophouse that sells pets, namely rabbits. A good idea just stuck in my head.

"Salmas! Sal! Stop that!" Salma who focused on driving directly braked his motorcycle. Luckily there was no other vehicle behind.

"What's Na?" Salma panicked.

"Hehehe... Turn right yuk? Stopping by the rabbit shop" looking at my grinning face, I knew that Salma was holding back from eating me. In my heart Istighfar kept it.

Hehe. Sorry about Sal!

Finally the motorcycle we ride is parked in front of the store. I told Salma to stay on the motorcycle, so as not to be charged parking fees of course. Wkwkwk.

The new science of Accounting child is super-efficient, until the cost of parking was reduced.

Enter in a lot of rabbits that are lined in boxes of various colors and sizes. Then my choice fell on two medium-sized rabbits with pure white hair. With this I hope Tiara doesn't always spend her time with gadgets. He could also make use of his free time to take care of this pet. That way, he was used to being in charge from childhood.

"Nih Sal my rabbit of choice, funny no?"

"Ihh.it's funny!" The compliment.

"So this is a present for Tiara?" Further again.

"Yes, I hope he likes it"

"Definitely happy, right from her beautiful sister"

"Gee! You can be Sal!" So ashamed of gini.

In the afternoon, right at the appointed hour the four of us have arrived at the house of Mr. KaDes. I wore a long-sleeved tunic patterned with cherry blossoms, while Salma istiqomah with a robe she wore. For Rangga and Abdul they compactly wore a checkered shirt with navy blue jeans.

"Happy birthday Tiara!" I said as I hugged him who stood welcoming the four of us on the porch of his house.

"Sweet sister!!!" Like not meeting for so many years, Tiara hugged me tightly.

"What's so pretty?" He stroked my forehead which had plaster.

"Why not, just fall. So in the plaster on his forehead"

"Oohh that"

"Yes, your beautiful sister is careless Tiara. Don't follow it!" What the hell is Abdul! Ask me to kick the shin!.

"Yes!" Mana Tiara nurut aja the same talk Abdul.

"Oh yes, happy birthday to Tiara!" They congratulated him in turn and handed him the prize.

"So pretty, don't you give Tiara a gift?"

"Glucky dong baby!" I pinched his gnarled cheek and then returned to the motorcycle to pick up the gift I had prepared.

Since it is not possible also rabbitnya I wrapped with wrapping paper, be the only cage that I gave a large red ribbon.

"Special gift for Tiara!" I gave it to him, and he seemed so happy that he was taken jumping around.

"Be careful dong deck!" I heard Mas Pandu's voice from inside.

"Eh, you guys have come apparently. Come inside!" Mas Pandu let us enter after knowing our existence outside.

From the look in his eyes I knew he was asking about my forehead.

"Stopped the door" I replied softly.

"Next time be careful!" He replied with a soft look as well. I returned it with a smile.

Inside the house there are already Tiara's classmates, as well as his father and mother who are none other than Mr. Kades and his wife. There is also the first sister Mas Pandu, Nita's name. She's my age and she's married, too, so the story skips her brother that way. The four of us gripped them.

The living room has been decorated with special birthday trinkets in such a way, and in the middle of the table there is a large doraemon-themed birthday cake with three levels. We all stand around him, saying happy birthday songs with joy.

"Happy birthday, we say. Happy long life, we will pray. Congratulations, healthy sentosa!! Happy long life

and happy!"

"Blow the candles!, blow the candles!, blow the candles right now!, right now!, all ju-ga!" Before blowing it, Tiara closed her eyes to make a request.

Then after that with passion he blew one by one candle until it went out all. And in the next part, is the most awaited thing that is cutting the cake.

"Cut the cake!, cut the cake!, cut the cake now! I-ka-rang ju-ga!"

Assisted by Mr. KaDes as well as his wife, Tiara slowly cut the cake. Then give the pieces to his parents, then Mas Pandu, then to Nita and her husband. After that he gave me the next piece.

"Thank you Tiara!" Of course, before I eat it, I'll feed the cake to Tiara.

Only then can we all enjoy the cake together.

"Beautiful sister, I was praying that my beautiful sister be my sister"

"Uhukkus! Uhukk!" Well, another cookie. Luckily Salma swiftly handed me a glass of orange juice to relieve my throat.

"Thank you Sal!"

Tiara's desire is ambiguous like this anyway? And what kind of sister did he mean to try. Kulirik Abdul and Rangga who seemed to have been whiny and smiles were not clear.

"Oohh is that? Yasudah Kak Nala is now Tiara's sister" I told him.

"Asiikk! Then sleep here dong?" Well, what kind of sister does this child mean?

"Eh? Yes it's also a pity, that means just think of Kak Nala as his Brother Tiara"

"Yeahhh, I think big sister is beautiful so her sister Tiara is real. Rich Brother Zaki"

Nah kan! Zaki is her husband Nita. Then what does Tiara mean is that I became her brother by marrying Mas Pandu? This makes me smile.

Just-there's.

"Tiara, what the hell are you talking about? Don't talk like that next time?" Mas Pandu came out of nowhere, he suddenly carried Tiara and gave her impromptu advice.

Tiara innocently nodded, then went to join her friends.

"Sorry yes! Don't take Tiara's talk seriously"

"Hehehe yes mas"

The show finished at about five in the afternoon. We all resigned. It turned out that the time we went home was given two boxes each. One contains rice and friends, while the other contains various kinds of snacks. Full stomach address until later tonight.

"Tiara, I want to go first. Remember that! The rabbit must be guarded! If anyone is sick later Kak Nala is sad" I said with an expression made so sad.

"Every sister is beautiful! Later Tiara will take care of the gift of a beautiful sister" iihh gemasnya! Before I go pinch the two cheeks of the puffer is nothing huh.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" After that we go home with a happy heart, the stomach was full.