The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Unexpected surprise

The night crawled late, Robi was now on the balcony of his room. He was waiting, waiting for what he expected, but it was impossible to happen. But there is still time, he thought.

What he wants today is for both parents to be able to go home, it's his birthday, it's just a day in a year, they can't take their time home.

But the awaited has not yet come, let alone the physical presence, the message he has not received. All the friends in his biker gang did not congratulate him.

'What's right they've assumed I'm gone', Robi thought. From now on, he activated both his phones.

"Ting.ting.".", a notification came in on his old phone. He saw a notification from mobile Banking that showed there was an incoming transfer.

"Ting.ting..".", a notification came in, now there is an incoming voice message from Mamihnya.

He unlocked two notifications on his phone.

The first one has a large amount of money in his account.

And the second, a vois note from Bu Arimbi

[Happy birthday dear, have Mamih sent some money, you can buy your own gift with the money, sorry... Mamih has not been able to go home, tomorrow there will be a fashion show of the latest model Mamih design, good luck and run smoothly, if this works, the bonus can be to buy a sports car of your dreams dear, dear, Mamih dear to you, once again Happy Birthday],

Robi threw her phone on the couch."Again busy, this is not what Robi wants Mih.", furious Robi. He lit the clove in his hand again, and sucked deeply, then spewed out the smoke .

He is saturated with all this, his life from year to year continues like this, feels stag. When it comes to money, he does not lack, but the attention, love and affection of his parents are lacking.

"Drt...drt.".", the phone vibrated again. He was too lazy to lift it. But his phone was constantly vibrating, it seemed like the caller was unyielding.

"Who the hell.., really hard-witted", grumbled Robi, he approached the sofa and sat there. He took back the phone he had thrown.

On the screen looks 'My Fathers', long time he looked at his phone, worried between answered or in reject.

Finally he also raised a call vidio call from his Papih.

"Yes...., Happy Birthday my boys, long time ago, where are you?", it looks like Papihnya is sitting on the sofa, maybe he's again in his apartment.

"I'm home again Pih, wait for you" said Robi.

"I'm sorry dear.., Papih has not been able to go home, this has just come home, there is a new project of Resort development, and Papih won the tender, later Papih transfer the prize, and the, don't you want a new sports car?", though?",

"Nggak Pih, Mamih had also been transferred", ketus Robi.

"Yes.it's from Mamih, now it's Papih's turn, well.try the check, have Papih's transfer money, you're fine there yes, don't disappoint Papih",

"Mas..already night, let's go to sleep", a voice surprised Robi, clearly he saw the hand of a woman holding her Papih neck.

Robi looked up, threw away her face, what a sight she did not want to see. Apparently Papihnya is not alone, he is with his mistress who is none other than his secretary, Rena.

Robi hated the woman because she was the one who had ruined the relationship between her parents.

He still remembers when his mother caught them perverting in her own house, so her mother decided to go abroad . And to avenge his heartache, there also Mamihnya involved romance with bule brondong.

Back Robi threw his phone, wanted to vent his regret to both parents. He sat down, his hands holding his head that felt like it was going to break. He squeezed his hair rough while shouting "Aahhhkk", he said",

Robi got up from her seat, she went back to the balcony, she looked at the night sky which was bright.

The slight night breeze made him comfortable. He's tired of all this. He returned alone and deserted on his birthday.

Even worse, the friends in his motorcycle gang have now considered it nothing because of yesterday's accident. Complete is the loneliness that he experienced.

Looking at a new number coming in, Robi scrunched her forehead, she did not know the new number.

Robi almost hung up her phone, but she was curious and received the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Barrokallah fii umrik, happy milad, may the rest of his age be blessed", a voice sounded across there.

Robi is more confused, he does not understand the speech of the caller.

"Kok quiet?", you haven't slept yet right?", back the voice across there asked.

The woman's voice hypnotized Robi.

"I was silent, not answered",

" How to answer" Robi asked.

"Wa'alaikum salam, Aamiin", that's how to answer.

"Wait a minute, who is this, I don't know you, and how do you know that today is my birthday?", Robi asked again.

"Oh, I forgot it again, guess what",

"Idiihhhh..., already know not to know, instead asked to guess, but wait, this is a new number , where do you know?, my parents have not been told this number, but wait, my parents have not been told this number, how even you know first", Robi is more confused.

He was trying to guess that this was Marisa, but it was impossible. This is his secret number, none of his friends know.

"Oh..., it's me, just be careful if my favorite bike is damaged, know the taste",

'Motor..., which motor', thought Robi. "Degh.", his heart immediately thumped, his memory floated to the figure of the woman he had just met, the woman in wide clothes who only had her eyelids visible, because she was wearing a veil.

"You.. Abah's son, right, who's in the Pesantren?, how can you know this number, this is my secret number", guess Robi.

"The secret number, the secret number for the first card is left in the room here anyway, your ID card is also here", a small laugh came from the caller.

"Oh...Gods..., forgot", Robi reflexes.

"That's wrong again, not so much as he said, Athaghfirullah",

"Ah..by the way you are much wrong, look out for the ID card I please save it, do not lose it!, just be careful if it is lost",

"Don't threaten it, it's your birthday right, speak well, let his prayers be answered by Allah SWT",

"Do'a.., what do'a, it's a sad birthday", Robi snorted.

"Astaghfirullah, it should not be so, you should be grateful, still given healthy and safe, so that you can still see the beauty of the world",

"My world is broken, my parents just don't have time for me anymore, they are busy with the world and their own fun", Robi again snorted.

"Astaghfirullah., should not be so, try to change your happy orientation, if I can still breathe the morning air is happy", again sounding great-granddaughter laughter from the caller.

"Have.., try now you just put it to sleep, forget everything that happened today, be prepared to face the beauty of tomorrow",

"I'm sorry I was so presumptuous to call you, just check it out, here's whose number, uh.it turns out to be your number, thank you, Assalamu'alaikum",

Robi was still glued to the phone in her hand, the soft voice of the woman was still ringing. 'He .., just hearing his voice has made me comfortable, ah...who else his name is, I forgot', Robi scratched her head.