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11.Happy Belated Birthday!

Hai eplibadeh… tanggal 24 Juni kemarin Bapak ulangtaun lhooo. Wah! Ulangtaun ke berapa??? Err… sebenernya aku lupa. Maafkan pak, jangan kutuk ifa jadi batu T_T


Jadi malam sebelumnya, saya beserta rekan saya Abdan Syakura alias Adan alias si Makhluk Malam yang tidak lain dan tidak bukan adalah saudara kandung saya berencana memberikan surprise bocil bocilan. Yak, kita memberikan kue ultah :”D Tapi kita bingung mau beli dimana. Untunglah ada Regina huft...

Jadi, Mamanya Regina itu punya usaha kue kecil-kecilan gitu kan.  tapi serius, walaupun kecil kayaknya seantero sekolah (hiperbola kambuh) tau deh kalau kuenya Mama Regina enak huhu. Sore sebelum keesokkan ultahnya, aku sama Mas Adan ke rumah Regina.

Setelah rapat meja makan menghasilkan kue ulangtahun bulat berlapis cokelat. Aku sama Mas Adan naek motor ke rumah Regina buat pesen kue. Kata Mamanya malam setelah shalat terawih aja di ambil, jadi cokelatnya ga lumer duluan.

Malamnya abis shalat terawih, ga abis shalat terawih juga sih, aku shalatnya 8 rakaat doang karena buru-buru gitu. Dan saking buru-burunya, aku sampai lupa kalau ke mushala bawa sepeda. Akhirnya lari-lari balik ke mushala ngambil sepeda. Banyak anak kecil pada ngetawain -_-

Sampai rumah Mas Adan udah standby sama motornya, sepedaku langsung aku jatohin nyender tiang, eh semen di tiangnya langsung retak, rusuh -,- Aku langsung naek ke motor dan lupa kalau masih pakai mukena. Sangat rempong sekali seperti nenek nenek desperate. Trus aku ganti baju cepet cepet dan sepertinya jilbab yang aku pakai miring. Tapi langsung cusss ke rumah Regina.

Sampai di gangnya, ternyata Mas Adan gatau rumahnya yang mana. Setelah tawaf tujuh kali akhirnya kita tau rumahnya yang mana. Sempet keterusan dan tanya mas-mas sarungan yang lagi makan gorengan di warung. Sampai sana kita langsung ambil kuenya, bayar, dan bilang makasih.

Di tengah jalan kan pada rameee orang-orang pulang terawih, jadi naek motornya lumayan lama. Mas Adan panic (at the road) dia nyetir motornya ugal. Seperti pembalap yang kehilangan jati diri. Malah kotak kue yang aku pegang kegedean banget lagi, kalau geser nanti hiasannya rusak. Mas Adan nyetirnya ga nyante banget, jilbab aku sampe terbang-terbang, kotak kuenya juga mau terbang. Akhirnya kepala aku tempelin ke kotak kuenya biar ga terbang -_-". Bapak-bapak lagi jalan ngeliatinnya rusuh sendiri.

Sampai di rumah, aku langsung matiin lampunya. Bapak lagi masukin motor ke garasi. Rumah gelap banget. Mama udah standby bawain kue. Waktu bapak masuk

"SELAMAT ULANG TAHUN BAPAK!
ASDFGHJKLCSFYGITQM %^*@
*(!)>?$&~@$(*)^"

Hening. Bapak gangerti ini ada apa -_-". Setelah beberapa detik akhirnya bapak ngeh waktu liat kue ulangtahun. Bapak langsung ketawa sampai kumisnya bergoyang dumang.

Abis nyanyi, potong kue, dan berdoa. I love the atmosphere <3

Malam itu bahagia sekali. Rumah bahkan masih terang sampai jam 10 malam. Tetangga kos pada dibagiin kue. Sayang sekali :) <3

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