
Amara's 16th birthday arrives. But this time he did not want to be celebrated. He only asked to be allowed to manage one cafe owned by his mother.
“Happy birthday dear. Hopefully what you want is achieved.” said Martin and hugged his daughter.
“Thank you, Pa?”
“Happy birthday dear, as your request, this is a gift from Mama, This letter and certificate cafe is already on your behalf and all yours, Mama entrust three cafe outlets for you! manage it well!" Laras gave the document to Amara.
“Ma, Amara only asked for one store, why three?"
“Because Mama is sure you can afford it! If you need help, Mama and Papa are ready to help you!”
“Thank you ,Ma. Amara will manage it well. Thank you for the knowledge that Mama gave me all this time. Amara will try and take responsibility with everything.”
Martin and Laras smiled to see his daughter who already had an adult-like mindset.
Quietly Amara and Daren begin to learn business from his parents. If there's a chance Daren comes into the office and sees Martin working, how to talk to clients and address problems at work.
“Happy birthday yes! So a better sister. Don't bother!" said Daren.
“Who troubles Brother!” amara protested but they kept hugging.
Amara deliberately diverted her jealousy to Fatma by studying and managing cafes, and occasionally learning karate at home with Daren.
Amara did not want to tell Johan what Fatma was doing with Bara. Let it be their business and let Johan know for himself. Amara was only sure that one day Johan knew for himself.
“Yes already, then we leave yes Ma, Pa!" pamit Daren then salami Laras and Martin followed Amara. then Amara gave the important documents to Mama to be saved.
“Be careful yes! Daren don't speed with the motor!”
“Iya Pa!” The two of them left together, but Amara remained among the drivers.
Arriving at school, Amara walks casually beside Daren before long Arsy's voice calls out to them.
“Sister! Amara!” Daren and Amara turned towards Arsy. Arsy runs and hugs Daren.
Amara rolled her eyeballs as Arsy hugged Daren, long ago he was careless to see their affection. Amara walked away from them towards the upper floor.
While passing through the teacher's room, Amara accidentally sees Johan chatting with other fellow teachers as well as Johan who accidentally sees Amara.
There was no smile like usual on Amara's lips, Amara seemed to save all the taste even though it was painful to remember the person whom Kagumi cheated her lover. But he could do nothing, because he was just an outsider in Johan's relationship.
Amara quickly averted her gaze, continuing her footsteps. Johan only smiled faintly in light of Amara's words.
“Amara...!happy birthday!” shouted someone, making Johan and the other fellow teachers out.
Apparently the one who shouted to call Amara's name was Alex. He shouted from the basketball court with a birthday cake. Alex secretly also likes Amara, because he knows Amara is alone.
Amara came back down from the stairs to see Alex carrying a cake and a line of writing like on a banner.
"What are you doing?" ask Amara.
"Happy birthday!" Amara chuckles to see Ardi wearing a hat that reads happy birthday like a child. That was Alex's man.
"Thank you!"
"Cut the cake dong!" exclaims Arsy who has also joined Devan and Bella and other friends.
Amara cut the cake and her eyes shifted to Johan. However, he hesitated to give it, Finally he saw Ardan and Neha standing on the terrace of the corridor in front of the teacher's room. Amara brought the piece of cake and gave it to Ardan.
"Om .. This is for Om!" Ardan smiled and rubbed Amara's head.
“Thank you yes.” Amara smiled then Ardan briefly hugged Amara.
Amara turns to shake hands with Neha and they embrace.
“Happy birthday yes!”
“Thank you brother.” Amara returned to the middle of the field and cut the cake again and he gave it to Arsy.
“For my best friend.”
“Ye!! Thanks for the sister-in-law!" They both laughed and hugged each other. Then Amara came back to Alex.
“Lex thank you yes.” Amara then smiles and pokes the cake and then dabs it on Alex's nose.
“That's our friendship sign. But don't expect more.” Amara then stepped away towards the stairs while looking at Johan.
Ardi laughed loudly at Alex's expression that had not expressed his heart, but had received rejection.
“Not yet combat rejected.”
“Arrqq, this is for you!” Alex gives the cake to Ardi. Meanwhile Devan and Bella just smile at Alex's behavior.
Apparently Devan and Bella are made up. Devan opens his heart to Bella to forget about Amara and Johan also knows about it.
Johan subconsciously followed Amara upstairs. But through another ladder. After arriving Johan waited for Amara near the warehouse. As Amara passes by, Johan pulls Amara into a corner near the warehouse.
“Mr!”
“Ssttt!” Johan smothered Amara's mouth with his palm.
Johan sees the beautiful eyes of Amara, the eyes he admired at the beginning of the meeting, but only the limit of admiration.
“Two months away, I will marry Ms. Fatma, I hope you forget this feeling towards Mr.” Amara let go of Johan's hand, then smiled faintly. But his heart was so painful when he heard that Johan was getting married.
“I told you to Father. Please continue your relationship with the person whom you think is loyal and loving. For the affairs of my feelings towards the Father it was my affair,” reply Amara quietly and look deeply into the eyes of Johan.
Johan could not afford to look into the eyes expectantly in Amara's eyes. Johan hugged Amara tightly. Amara's tears melted.
“I'm sorry Mr! You are still young. high school to be the pride of your parents.”
Amara slightly pushed Johan, to let her embrace slip.
“I know my position as a child and I know how to make my parents proud. But I don't know how to forget this feeling on Mr.” Amara wiped her tears and pushed Johan a little and left him.
Johan fell silent and resuscitated his back on the wall. His feelings are so stirred by the love of Amara. He also digested all the words of Amara making himself more worried with Fatma.
“That girl! Arqq shit.” Johan then descends through the same stairs as he ascends. Meanwhile Amara was crying in the bathroom without a sound.