Fake Friend

My Birthday

Remembering I had a promise with Rini three years ago while still sitting on the bench of SMK. If someday, I already have my own income, I will invest in him as much as in the famous restaurants in this city. The income from my bakery was already very good. Even every Friday, I can still give some of my income to orphans and orphanages. May my charity this year be better than last night. I face my days in the store with great enthusiasm.

As long as she is friendly with Rini, only she always treats me when eating. I want to take her to dinner on my birthday tomorrow. I want to throw away the thoughts that always come to me about Rini's attitude towards me recently. Citra did not want to be frank about the last meeting with Rini in the Minimarket. He always covered his nervousness when I mentioned Rini's name. Does Rini still hate or has changed to good behavior? I grab the phone on the table, find Rini's name and press the call button.

One call passed no answer, I called back until the eighth call, but no one answered my call. Desperate for sure, I tried to call the last time there was a female voice that made a sound, I listened carefully. Her voice sounded melodious, uh it turned out to be the voice of the operator.

Well, my heart is upset. I wanted to throw the phone I was holding and with confidence I slammed the phone on the bed, not thrown on the floor. There is also the feeling of affection if the phone is damaged. Beloved mobile phone purchase from Kak Gilang when a year ago as my 19th birthday gift. I picked up the phone I threw and kissed the phone, considering it a gift from my future husband that was very valuable and will always be guarded.

Where are you Rini, am I no longer considered? That's how much you hate me.

I sent a chat to Rini, asking her whereabouts. And it turns out that still ticks the one that appears. Rini's phone is off. I looked at my phone screen which was visible wallpaper Fotoku and Kak Gilang. A smile shows our white teeth.

Two years has Brother Gilang left me, whether he will come back tomorrow just to give me a surprise. Hope not necessarily get. Hoping makes it hard for me to face the truth.

The silence on this night only sounded the ticking of the clock stuck to the wall. The time had already shown at 11:00 p.m., but these eyes were hard to close. Thank goodness it's Sunday night. A little something, still a girl.

I took the diary on the table, you could say my friend in my own time. I have no friends to confide in, only my Diary accompanies me to my days. Word by word scratched on the white paper, while shedding tears. My miss to him really made me in a dilemma. The dilemma of thinking about a future husband who is far away in the country people do not know when he will go home.

Missing you is like a rain that comes suddenly and lasts a long time. And even after the rain subsided, my longing was still felt.

You know I miss you, but my longing is more than you know.

Longing not only appears at a long distance, but also because of a desire that never materialized.

I miss having the opportunity to talk to you alone, even though it doesn't matter what you're talking about, but I feel happy if you're around.

My writing was already irregular, my eyes narrowed a little hard to open and almost closed. The clock has shown at 12:00 p.m., it's time for me to rest. Tomorrow my eyes might be like a panda if I don't go to sleep soon.

A few hours later.

Ema adzan Subuh. I woke up and immediately went to the bathroom to clean myself up and mute. I gave my body and soul back to honor only Him. Begging for all that regrets in the chest and asking for his everlasting righteousness and the generosity of his provision on my birthday today. Reading the Qur'an and facing a short surah to add knowledge about the Qur'an.

Outside the morning sun still blushed shyly hiding behind the gray clouds. It was as if the sky was going to cry today. Well, my guess turned out to be correct, not how long did the sound of rain sound outside. I opened all the window blinds to see the specks of rain that were soaking the earth. The wind accompanied the rain stubs that were not so heavy but so cold it pierced my skin.

I turned on the phone that was fully charged. I turned off the power last night because it was in the carger.

The message sounds so crowded. It sounded so good and it hasn't stopped. There are 20 names that send chat to my phone. One unnamed chat and no profile photo, I wonder who this is from. I open the chat.

" Happy Birthday my super cool friend, hopefully stay healthy, stay beautiful and be my soul mate later on, from Uge, the handsome guy who always admires,"

There are only 19 names left, 18 of them college friends. One of them was Arif who never missed saying my birthday when he befriended him.one more name that often escorts my days. Brother Andre's name sent a speech that made me touched and very touching.

" Happy to remember the birthday of the sweet girl always in hijab, the college idol woman and the angel for all the youth. I am grateful to have been taking care of your life for two years. God still gives us health benefits that are unmatched. Well.., brother realized all this time brother is no one to you, just your daily bodyguard. Happy 20th Anniversary. May you live a long, easy life and be a girl sholeha,"

I lay down my body when the sun started to shine. Seeing the ceiling of the room remembers the chat from Kak Andre and feels guilty for not reciprocating his feelings. Without feeling I almost slept and felt Lazy everywhere just lying makes me comfortable on the mattress.

I heard a slow knock on the door, and I thought it must be mom outside.

Nisa," call Mom while knocking on the door.

Chequek!

" Yes Ma'am," saw that mother was already neat and looked sweet with her feelings

" Wake up, son, today we have a lot of orders Nisa.., help mom at the store," said Mother wonder to see me still sleepy with messy hair.

" Have you taken a shower, has Nisa not..., is there still the light?," asked Mother who had been back and forth looking at the watch in her hand.

" mas Sih Bu afa. Nisa has taken a bath, Mom, just fell asleep again, it's Sunday Nisa wants to relax at home, go anywhere Mom.", I told Mother and got a nod.

" The one who has our shop...., get ready do not oversleep, later your sustenance will be pecked chicken," said Mother with a tone of judges.

" Yes Ma'am, wait for Annisa to get ready first," I said with my jutek face, this forced immediately change clothes with casual clothes and black pasmina hijab. Althoughoun wear relaxed but looks charming when Annisa wear it

The car had been parked outside, Andre was waiting early in the morning on the terrace to take me and Mom to the Shop.

" Sister, come quickly" I asked Andre.

" Yes last night I promised Mama" said Mama Raya.

" O..," said I who was confused.

Tumben-tumbenan Kak Andre cares a lot about my kueku shop, usually ogah. This morning no one said happy birthday. On forgetting yes, brother Andre again, but already know I have a birthday. I don't want to say it directly. Look at all of you, no one cares about my birthday.

We also went to the bakery, with a relaxed Andre Andre Riding my red car, lamborghini which is now still difficult to get the owner of a car like this. The car with the latest model and there are only a few people in Indonesia who can afford it.