SEVENTEEN LINE

Birthday Party-1

Tamaro Aini

“Happy birthday Aini”

“Hello Aini, happy birthday yes”

“Met milad Aini I love”

“Happy birthday yes Aini Tamaro”.

“Thanks for your present and your current presence friends. I said many thanks ya” I returned hugs and greetings from my friends.

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Seventeen years. Has reached maturity. Today is my 17th birthday. How happy I am today. All the schoolmates and friends I knew invited to my birthday party this afternoon. Mother was very happy when she knew I wanted to celebrate my birthday. From my Junior High School Mother always wanted to celebrate my birthday, but I refused it, I prefer my birthday celebration at home with my family only. Because Mother said at the age of 17 this year is a special birthday, so I want to celebrate with my friends.

Thank you Radit, love you so much my Brother. I also get a lot of gifts from my friends, Wella thanks me sneakers, Artha ngasi doll, Didit love T-shirts that really I really want. Duhh, Didit is a really cool friend. But among some of these many gifts there is one gift that really makes me curious and confused.

A box wrapped in light blue wrapping paper and decorated with pink ribbons. It contained a box of chocolates, a handkerchief embroidered with my name and a piece of paper containing a short message.

“Hello Aini Tamaro. Happy birthday yes. Happy sweet 17th Aini. Sorry in advance, maybe I am not one of the guests you invited to your birthday celebration at this time. I just left this gift with one of your guests. Aini, my intention to send this gift is just to tell you about the true content of my heart. I always look at you from a distance. I always try to keep you out of the crowd of bad guys. Maybe you never realized that. I like you Aini. I like your personality and your actions. I admire you. I might be wrong to say I love you. But sometimes I think I'm not wrong. Because I never wanted to see you get hurt. I wouldn't expect anything more from you, I wouldn't expect you to return my feelings. But I just want you to know that there are still people who love you. There are still people who expect you sometimes.

Thank you for reading my heart at this time, I once again wish Aini Happy Birthday.

By. Yoga”

Yoga's? Who her? Who is the sender of this letter? I never had a friend named Yoga. Curiosity enveloped my heart. I remember one by one the friends I knew. But there is no such thing as yoga. I folded the letter back and I put it in the box. I took the chocolate in it and I kept the box that now contained the letter and the handkerchief in my closet.