My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 93: Alva Hope

Alva was still trying to digest what she had just experienced. All the misfortune that had happened to him, was surprisingly the plans of his family and friends. He looked at them all for two seconds, before focusing his gaze on Arana who was smiling sweetly.

"Al, don't get mad, okay?" rayu Arana while extending her hand, grabbed Alva's hand. "Actually we really want to impress you this year."

Alva said nothing for a few seconds, before she finally laughed. "I'm not angry."

"Liar, you even hit me with all your might!" exclamation Erlan did not accept, because only he was the victim of a momentary anger Alva. Already know the lion, still bullied. Whose fault, try?

Alva pulled Arana, furrowing her brows at Erlan. "I still suspect you, far away from my wife."

"Right, his face was really suspicious." Timpal Calvian who was replied by a nod by Flora, agreed with his words.

Erlan immediately inflamed. "Hello? It's his birthday, and why am I being persecuted here?" erlan lamented a laugh from the others.

Johan mediated the excitement by saying, "Already. Let's start our activities, pity the cake since it's idle."

"Really! Who's taking care of the grill?" ask Arletta.

Angga immediately raised his hand. "I'm ready, aunt. Juan and I put it over there."

Soon, that group of people headed towards the place that Angga meant to be. Erlan had been taking care to get a license to use the park for some time to hold a fire-burning event. The park was extremely vast, and there was an artificial lake formed. Near the fence, there are several round tables and benches arranged around a meat grill that has been heated with charcoal inside.

"Ehem! Please pay attention," instead of the man who hit Alva's car this morning-Bima, "Before our main character's birthday here blew out the candles, you know, it would be interesting and it would be nice of each family and friends to say a word to Alva, to make the atmosphere haru."

"Since when was it set, you were the host?" ask Angga.

Bima is Angga's new assistant. He was a friendly man, a little clumsy and careless, yet he was very pleasant at certain occasions. Hearing Angga's question, Bima revealed a grin. "Of course now."

"Mn, okay." Arletta. "To the son of the mother whom my mother loved and my mother loved half-heartedly because the other half was for papa."

"Ma," ringis Alva made Arletta smile. "Mama's joking. You are now truly an adult. You are twenty-four years old this year. Mama hopes that your maturity is not only limited to physical maturity, but also mature mentally and spiritually.'

Alva lets Arlette hug her, and she returns the arms of the woman who was her first love in the world. Arletta let go after some time, and let Johan say, "Papa's hope is more or less the same as mama's. But there are extras. As a man, be a responsible man and never be ashamed to admit your mistakes. But, papa is sure, you won't make a mistake. Because you're papa's son."

"Thank you, pa." Alva.

Flora stepped closer and patted Alva on the shoulder. "You're getting old now, congratulations."

Alva raised the corner of her lips, grinning. "We're all ages, you know? Do you call yourself old?"

Erlan pointed at Alva. "We owe you one blow. Happy birthday, I hope my salary goes up next month!"

Alva chuckled and shook her head, letting them convey their prayers and wishes for her current birthday. Until Arana's turn.

Alva looked at Arana, waiting for the girl to say her wish. Arana grabbed Alva's hand, grasping it tightly. "Al, it might sound weird when I tell you this. However, I must say how grateful I am to be by your side on your precious birthday. You are the perfect man in my eyes, you are kind, you are warm, you are loving, and you are filling the void in my life || Al, it might sound strange when I tell you this. However, I must say how grateful I am to be by your side on this precious anniversary of yours. You are the perfect man in my eyes, you are kind, you are warm, you are loving, and you are the filler of emptiness in my life."

"I always expect the best for you. I pray to the Father to take care of you, to protect you, to bless you with abundance and happiness, from whatever makes you happy. But in spite of all that, this is a big day for you. I hope that what you expect today will be heard by the Father." Continue with a shady smile on his face.

Listening to Arana's sincere words, Alva could not help but smile. The young man lightly lowered his head and landed a friendly kiss on both of Arana's white cheeks which instantly adorned a pleasant red hue in Alva's eyes.

How adorable.

"Oh, my teeth hurt." Flora said without expression.

"Go check it out on me. I guarantee it'll heal in a second!" the word Angga invites the disgust of Flora.

"Your expression!" sad roar.

Alva chuckled softly, shook her head and turned to face her birthday cake after being directed by Arletta. For a long time he had not looked at the cake in front of him like this, a birthday cake to be exact. Since she was 17, Alva asked Arletta and Johan not to make her a birthday party because Alva felt she was an adult and did not need to do birthday celebrations. But thinking about the cake with warm candles in front of him and the people he loved, he loved and trusted around him made Alva's heart as warm as the candles on the white cream-coated cake.

"Make a wish, Al." Arana said gently beside him.

Alva did not believe in such superstitions, that if he closed his eyes, wanted something and blew out a candle, it would come true.

However, Alva calmly closed her eyes, clenched her hands together and muttered in her heart.

"Father, if it's true that my wish can be granted in your hand with this little candle, I hope that the people I love can always be by my side."

Then, the candle went out along with the festive little party that night.

No problem to cry, no problem to grieve, no problem to be angry. Always remember that there will be something that makes life more meaningful. If it's time to cry, just hug and cry. If you laugh, grab her hand and laugh together.

That, life.