Halu Owner

Birthday Anniversary

"Money, hp, ATM, same ID card in all bags," replied the girl when asked what items were missing. Now he is in a shop and surrounded by some parents.

"Owh, what brand hp Dek?" ask a middle-aged man.

To call it shame. The price is not much, but it is amazing.

"Pokia Pak brand, it is not expensive, but it can still be used." Answer doubtful.

"Eat him yes, if on the road that do not play hp only, do not show off!"

Bused the Mothers. I told you it was in the bag. To curse, sin!

"You said, Mom, I'm in the bag." The tone was slightly pressed.

"Yes Dek, just go home. Next time be careful." Said another.

Naya stood up and stayed with the people there. It looks like a pretty crowded street. Looking up, the sun was so very stinging. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and pants, hoping there was money two thousand there just for the fare. In fact nil.

"But shit! Stop. Don't complain."

And here he is, in the middle of a polluted road. Naya kept trying not to curse or curse the person who had snatched her belongings. He kept walking, trying to install the long distance he was going to travel. His mature brown skin now turned dark like charcoal. Which pain should I lie to, right?

***

The journey back to the hometown.

Damn, in this stifling state, I still miss. How ignorant of himself my heart Jo. - Naya.

His hobby is a love of writing and sometimes happy to create some poetry, so even on this bus, he never separated with the diary book.

There is so much he has written there. There are some novels written in their own hands, short stories, quotes and of course more dominant poetry.

As it is today, the soul of his imagination is developing. The thing that had just happened to him, made him growl in the heart. And of course it's just in a piece of paper in a book.

My way.

Home is my path.

No, I'm not complaining.

For I am still waiting, the recompense of the Creator.

Adalagi's.

Snatch.

I screamed you ignored

My crying means nothing to you

That's mine, please give it back!

In fact, I'm hurt now.

And another complaint he pours repeatedly there. I don't know, he seems to read and write too much. So whatever in nature or just in the view, some series of words just arranged in his mind.

Could this be a talent for being a writer?

Naya continued to write, until it did not feel the time had passed, she had reached her village. The first person he met was his biological brother, the first one he hugged, the first to rub his head and the first to make fun of him.

"Yahh, the snatch victim, hahaha" ruffled Naya's hair.

"Ck, Brother!"

"Say the son of karate, champ, where is it? Time to stop two people just can't,"

"Hey, just a shadow Bang, we're relaxed again, keep suddenly our neck hurts, yes we must be silent first," explained angrily. "Even think to shout still have to collect lives first,"

"Well, a karate kid can fly, don't run, just fly."

"Huh? To fly? Thought the guy who learned karate became a bird." The omel. "Ih, just nyampe the hell Bang, a hobby that makes me upset."

In fact, all who have brothers want it to be fellow women or fellow men, it is still very difficult to let them live quietly. For some reason making our brother so upset is one of the happiest things ever.

"Yes, go home, yuk," Invite the brother.

Naya nodded weakly, she was exhausted in the bus, moreover they had to return home on a motorcycle in order to get home from the counter.

"Mother.." Shouted Naya when she reached their simple courtyard.

"Eh, Mother's son," The Mother came out in a frenzy, embracing and then kissing her daughter in dismay. "The victims of the jambret should be given more attention" said the mother and greeted with laughter from Naya.

"Where's Mom?" Naya asked her mother who was commonly called 'Bu Sila'.

"At the shower, if you want to talk to him."

"okay."

"Mom Please," Someone sneaked into their house, "uh, where's Naya's son, Mom?" tanyanya who accidentally saw Naya was folding the cloth.

"In Bu Rita's kitchen, just go in" replied Naya.

"Eh, Rita's mother, what's wrong?" Ask Madam Sila who just came from the kitchen.

Miss Rita reached into her pocket, "this, I want to give you some vegetable money last night." Give two bills five thousand. "Si Naya is coming home? Even though the age of him again heckling want to go to the next country. Wanna be TKI said."

"KTP Naya lost, so want to take care of it again so go home," replied Madam Sila.

"Oh, that. Yes already, the maintenance is easy ma'am, just give five hundred thousand, a week already out later, pick up to my husband only."

From the first of these mothers who were too noisy in Naya's ears, the girl also commented, "Mother Rita, if I want to work, will be loud in the country, do not want to go out. And second, mending me directly to the office lurah anyway there free no term money bribe tuh." His tone looked upset.

"Eh, let's know yes, the salary abroad is mehong, you know mehong no? Expensive! Don't be a fool for a little paycheck."

Naya clicked, as her mother glared at her. Yes, that's a sign that he should be quiet.

"Naya didn't want to go there, Mom, she couldn't get far from me. That's why he." Madam Sila explained.

"Ih, do not be so harmonious, in this world need money, as long as young people find a lot of money so as not to remain poor rich gini," said the neighbor Naya with burning. His brain was now thinking what kind of words were right for the middle-aged woman who he thought was so irritating.

"Bu Rita," Naya sighed, trying to calm down, "sometimes life is not just about money and money, sometimes it's also about dirt passing from the gutter."

What the hell is Naya talking about?

"Lord!" Jerk Mother.

***

It's been days Naya's been in the village. He felt lazy every time he left the house, everyone told him to go abroad to collect money. Not being selfish or anything, he did not like to go far for a long time. As his mother said a few days ago, he couldn't get far.

"Go there, collect money to pay your mother's debts."

Again he heard those words. If from just a regular neighbor he understood, this is from his own aunt. Oh, yes, Lord.

Naya was lazy everywhere. Finally he sat in the room. Today was the girl's 19th birthday. Of course, he expects words from his friends, especially the idol.

To the extent that he was willing to spend the money to just fill the internet package on the brother's phone, in fact when he opened the Facebook application, it is unfortunate indeed the fate of this girl.

Even her friends forgot her birth date. How sadistic. The pecker is in the heart. Let alone friends, Joshua alone does not remember. If the young man wishes him a happy birthday, then Naya will be bald.

And until 12 pm he remained patiently waiting. Eventually the defense collapsed. The date has changed, but no one has congratulated him yet. So hurt. The girl bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the crying.

"Eh? Mum..." Call Naya, because the lights in her room are suddenly off. "Our lights are dead, right?" ask her with a strong voice.

Happy birthday to you..

Happy birthday to you..

Happy birthday to Naya

Happy birthday to you

"Ah, I'm moved, ma'am.thank you.." He hugged the Mother, then turned to the Brother, "thank you Bang, Adek too," changed to embrace the Adek who was actually higher than him.

"Blow the candle first Brother Nay, let the cake be cut quickly, hungry," Seloroh Dina, Naya's biological sister.

"Yes, beaver"

Things that were never expected and expected, today experienced by the short black-haired girl who was a thick boat.

They continued the show jokingly and got carried away in the middle of the night. There are no (friends and friends) but a lot of wound coverings.

This year taught him something, no need for anyone else. The family is no less fun either. And this year's family is the best surprise of his life.

I'm just me.

Me and my friends, could have this and that.

I'm with you, like the world belongs to both.

I am with family, which happiness should I look for? - Naya, September 8, 2017.