THE TEARS THAT FLOW BECAUSE OF THE SAD RELATIONSHIP Tears That Flow Because of the Relationship of Sadness

THE TEARS THAT FLOW BECAUSE OF THE SAD RELATIONSHIP Tears That Flow Because of the Relationship of Sadness
Chapter 4 Birthday Grief Part 1



Night comes and day disappears and the sun goes down, the night sky is dark and silent because it is already midnight and now there are no more humans who do mobility at night, they all slept in their sleep except for Olivia.


In Olivia's darkened room because of the light she accidentally turned off, she was sleeping on the bed.


Tik.. tok...


the sound of a wall clock ticking turns the clock as it continues to move in a circle that is on the wall just above the head of the bed.


The clock shows at 24:30 p.m., and at that time the whole room was covered in silence and silence with cold air piercing the skin.


"No! Don't leave! Dad, mom, take me away together, please!" olivia's groans in her sleep, as she shed tears little by little, opened her eyes slowly and stared into the darkness of her room.


"I'm that dream again" said Olivia smiling to herself as she held back tears.


"If you think about everything that happened started from my mistake, sorry. father, mother hiksss.." said Olivia then cried in a slow voice...


"If I had never been born, you would have lived happily ever after."


***Saddening Past ***


Olivia Pov


My name is Olivia Fioner Alessa Vianela, my father is Leon Michael Alessander, my mother is Reva Fioner Vianela, my father and mother are the owners of the largest restaurant in Indonesia, Restaurants that have five branches in major cities in Indonesia such as Jakarta, Bandung, Palembang, Yogyakarta and Surabaya. One of them is the city of Jakarta, my birthplace, I was born in a distinguished family, I am a child of the sewata wayang, a very dear child in my family...


I live in a large house that has a large swimming pool, a large garden with grass, and flowers


- flowers scattered in the park with a variety of colors, more than one car and all sparkle when exposed to sunlight, private library space and bathroom in each room, and so on, the living room with soft sofa and also a big television, even there is a garden on the roof terrace that is given a fence as high as me, father and mother always spend their time with me, he said, we often vacation out of town and even abroad, every school holiday, they always invite me to stay in big hotels.


My life is so fun...


born into a harmonious family,


I felt the love of both parents who loved me with all their hearts.


My hobby is reading, and because my dad likes to play the piano while my mom likes to play the violin I also became interested in learning how to play both instruments until now it was all my hobby, I went downhill


father and mother talent.


They are like angels present in my life to be light when I am in the shadows, to accompany me when I feel lonely, to be comforters when sad, who continue with me to carve the most beautiful memories in my heart, their boundless affection makes us a harmonious family.


But all that was temporary, everything I had was lost because of the incident that took the lives of the two angels who took care of me and loved me, my parents.


February 14, 2005, the day we were on vacation in Europe, there was a hotel that stood majestically and luxuriously towering up to the sky, and the hotel was, and we stayed at a hotel that was over twenty floors.


My 5th birthday, today I am 5 years old and birthday on the day that coincides with Valentine


In the afternoon when I woke up from my nap, I walked to the door and opened it and walked into the kitchen, where I saw my mother who was cooking seriously, in this afternoon, as usual, the house felt so quiet and quiet, I then remembered that if today was my birthday, I forgot my own birthday, I immediately approached the mother who was in the kitchen and hugged her from behind, mother then turned around and she crouched down and returned my embrace warmly, then I asked.


"What day is this mom?" tanyaku who still hugs mom with spoiled.


"It's been a very busy day from morning until now" said the mother let go of her embrace and continued her busy afternoon.


"Mother is Valentine's Day" I said in a tone that turned upset.


"Then, what's wrong? it's the busiest day for mom." said the mother in a unconcerned tone.


I was silent to my mother's words because I was sad with eyes almost crying, then there was the sound of a hotel room door opening and soon Dad entered the kitchen with some items in a large green shopping bag and put it on the dining table and smiled warmly, "dad knows what day it is, it's Olivia's birthday, right?" said my father while wiping the tears that pooled in my eyes, then carrying me.


"Why did you mess up the surprise" said the mother who was now upset with me.


"Because my daughter's master was about to cry, I couldn't bear to look at her" said the father who kissed the tip of my head sincerely, and walked up to the table and sat with me in his lap.


"Dad entertain mom! So that he does not feel sad and so as not to cry like me." I said as I descended from the lap of the father, the father then approached the mother who was standing with an unhappy look on her face, then I landed a sweet, soft kiss on my lips, cup, "Are you still angry?" ask the father in the mother's ear with a smile, and it makes the mother's face flushed pretty and he looks embarrassed then hit the father's head and said, "What are you doing, Olivia saw us earlier," mother said, father momentarily looked at me with a blink of one eye.


"so? I gave a consolation to my dear wife who was sulking" said the father gently to the mother.


"Ah, you're the one who started," cup.


Say mother while peeping the cheek of the father with a little foot tiptoe.


"This is the top payment you did before" said the mother again then she immediately did the busyness again.


"Yes," he said as he stroked my mother's hair.


Mom looked at me for a moment, "Olivia you don't see anything! Don't see anything!" said mother.


"Yes, I didn't see anything" I said, then after that the atmosphere became awkward, because they were busy preparing something long enough for hours.


"Dad, Mom, what are you doing? it feels bored," I asked quietly sitting in the dining chair.


"Prepare for my son's birthday" said the father.


"it's not!" he said while smiling.


Dad gave me the green shopping bag he had brought and I opened it and looked at the contents.


The bag contained a lot of fruits, some chocolate bars, as well as candles for birthdays.


"Well, is this all for me? daddy?" my many.


"Yes" said the father, stroking my hair gently, and then sitting in the chair next to me,


"And this is the cake" said the mother, putting the cake that had just been removed from the oven and placed in front of me on the dining table.


"Gee!"my spoken.


"Now we put a candle on the cake and decorate it with fruit" said the father, then the father and mother began stringing candles and decorating the cake with fruits.


"Done "paternity words.


"Happy birthday Olivia~" said father and mother while giving a kiss on my cheek.


We celebrated our birthday happily today.


Time shows at 23:00 pm, it does not feel time goes so fast, in this night is full of excitement because


today is Valentine's Day, many people celebrate it with passionate people such as family, lovers, and friends, just like me who celebrate this day with my father and mother, the sound of fireworks that sounded blaring from outside the hotel, as well as the brilliance that entered through the hole gap, a loud sound as if splitting the sky, and, its beautiful light seemed to be a painting in the dark night sky, adding to the impression for everyone today.


"Look that's Olivia, everyone's even celebrating your birthday" he said.


"They're celebrating valentine's day."


say mommy by eating cake.


"Yes. They're celebrating Valentine's Day and we're celebrating Olivia's birthday" said the father in his own spirit.


"ayo, we'll firecrackers outside too" said the father excitedly.


Trings...


Seriate.