ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXII: Birthday Party

A bright afternoon, colorful balloons litter my world. The laughter of the low-key heaven angels filled the room of a fast food restaurant in one of the largest mall outlets in Surabaya. Children's songs have been heard playing, adding to the cheerfulness of the atmosphere. There was also a cute clown with his big ass, swaying to welcome everyone who had just arrived.

Including myself.

I was a little late for Vina's birthday party. The preparation wants to leave early, but overslept so that everything is done in a hurry. Fortunately, Doni was in a good mood, so I could borrow the bike without any special conditions.

“Don't forget the petrol content!” he said while throwing the keys.

If it's a gas problem, I always do it. Not a complicated condition. Thankfully, the journey to the event venue was also relatively smooth. The city of Surabaya is usually wracked with prolonged traffic jams, this afternoon as if making way for me to arrive faster.

“Eh, no Om Abi!” chirp Vina when she sees my presence.

On this show, I purposely adjusted the look. If usually in the office I use an official suit, especially here I wear casual shirts, jeans and sneakers. This different look succeeded in making the eyes of mothers who drove their children steal a look at me.

Remember the husband at home, Mom!

Some mothers there are immediately whispered, whether the material ghibah what is being chanted. I did not really care about the fanfare around, I immediately handed over a large package containing dolls to Vina. The little girl was soaring with excitement.

Ms. Roffi looks happy to see my presence. I nodded a sign of respect to him. However he is my superior, I must maintain ethics even outside.

“Wah, this is Papa's candidate Vina?” a mother who was there.

The deg!

Prospective Papa?

That phrase bothers me a lot. Maybe Ms. Roffi had fun hearing people's jabs, but not for me. I am not ready to receive a gift, getting a couple plus a one-child bonus is not a pleasant gift. Need a strong commitment.

The event was soon opened by an MC, greeted by boisterous cries of children. The event was festive. Some games were played, followed enthusiastically by them. There is also a doorprize division in the form of plastic cutlery and stationery. The long-awaited Tang is also there, namely the event of blowing candles and cutting cakes.

A Keropi green toad-patterned birthday cake has been prepared, complete with a sparkling iris knife. Vina cut the cake with a sumringah face, then looked at her mother's face as if asking who this piece of cake was given to.

Ms. Roffi received the first piece of cake from her daughter, then gave her a kiss on the little girl's cheek. The second cut has been cut. Ms. Roffi hinted for the piece to be handed to me.

Ha's? Me?

Vina who was still innocent, of course was directly obedient to the gesture. He was in a hurry to give me a piece of cake. With a nervous feeling I received the piece, with a big smile. Mothers whispered again launched a bounty attack in all directions.

“Thank you, Vina!” I whispered while rubbing her hair. I want to kiss her round cheeks, but I better pare because of the looks of the mothers around. They were hoping I'd kiss Vina's cheek.

Sorry ladies, I let you guys down ....

Throughout the event, the laughter of the children scattered without burden. Hearing this, I swear there was a sneak peck of sadness. I was dragged into the memories of a gray past. When I was a kid, there was never a birthday like this. I'm not even sure if anyone remembers my date of birth or not.

Even so, my mother always remembered me with my birthday. In the Javanese tradition, weton also plays an important role in life, and can even determine a person's character. Every Legi Friday, he always makes me porridge two colors that taste savory not kepalang.

The event was closed with photos along with the entire child. Of course, I was also invited to participate in this moment. Like a family photo, I put myself next to Bu Roffi with Vina. This position of course triggers gossip blowing more and more santar. Obviously this position is not true, because I look more like Bu Roffi's niece. Too young for him.

Is Miss Roffi a young leaf lover?

“Still lecture him on it, Jeng!” whispered Mrs Roffi.

Hearing that, immediately I stepped away from the arena so that the struggle did not get wild. The mouths of these mothers are like vehicles that can not be braked, hit and hit here, to propagate further and further.

I can't stand it.

“Bu Roffi, I'll excuse you first, if the event is over!”

I give my leave to Ms. Roffi who is still busy serving other mothers. The woman was still busy holding out various balloons to the children who were scrambling to be served first.

“Loh, how to rush Bi?” Ms. Roffi turned the task to her assistant, then stepped closer to me.

“Iya Ma'am, it happens that after this I have another event,” dustaku.

“Oh, yes if so. Thanks a lot for coming. Vina seneng really you come. Moreover, you bother to bring gifts. What do you want to bring?” ask Ms. Roffi.

“Not bother, Mom!” reject me quickly.

“It's just this, Bi!”

Bu Roffi hurriedly took a rice package with fried chicken and a doorprize containing a set of plastic cutlery.

“When we'll eat together!” said Mrs Roffi."

“Still Bu!”

I was in a hurry to leave the fanfare still going on. I slowly let out a breath that was stuck in my chest. In my heart, how do I get away from all this? Is it true that Ms Roffi has special attention on me?

I don't want that to happen. Better to focus on the job. Want to be strict with her, but my position is only an intern, who is not even paid a penny. A little worried, if you act a lot, Bu Roffi will give a bad value. Even though this practical work is of considerable value.

Then what is the difference between me and students who sometimes justify all the ways to get high grades from lecturers? A dark story about a number of students who were willing to be loved by lecturers to get dream values.

Nah! I'm not that type.

It really does create its own burden for me. I'm worried, this kindness of Bu Roffi is keeping the shrimp behind the rock. Unlike the kindness of the sincere Dahlia family. If that's true, I have to keep my distance. It's not good for a virgin like me to hang out too close to a flower widow like Ms. Roffi.

I'm sure a lot of other men want to be close to Ms. Roffi. This is why I sometimes become moonshine at the office. If you talk a little with Ms. Roffi, it has been calculated. Every day I have to interact with him to discuss work.

An uncomfortable atmosphere has enveloped the work environment. Is this the world of work? They stabbed each other in the back, but in front like angels. I was still trying to work, not work for real. Yes, this is a risk that I must take so that later I will not be surprised when plunging into the real world.

The attitude of Mr. Imron is intimidating, and a number of other employees I consider as the wind and obstacles to progress. Whatever their thoughts. In this case, I feel even more powerful, no wonder there is always someone who wants to shake. I better follow this line.

The higher the tree, the louder the wind blows!

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