LOVE ON THE HORIZON
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARA'S

Since Debby's departure, not only has my heart frozen more and more, but also my increasingly cold attitude towards

all women. Among the garment factory of the company where I work that almost average employees are employees or women, nicknamed me as MJ (Manager Jutek). I don't care about that and I don't get angry with that nickname or that tease. Sometimes I just smile when I hear about it from my coworkers.

It was so hot, my finger holding the handlebar burned, I just got back from

my work affairs at the Tanjung Priok port, I pulled over to a tavern that sold cold drinks. I deliberately did not want to be escorted by a driver with an office car, first because it would take longer due to traffic jams and secondly I definitely had to go back to the office to pick up my motorbike. If I use a motorbike, I can go straight home or go where I want after my business is done, just like this, when the heat is hot I must be ready to be sun dried.

Ahh.kmat taste when I drink a glass of cold drink, in broad daylight and scorching like this. My phone rang easily not from my office or my boss asked me to go back to the office.

TOMORROW'S CLARA'S BIRTHDAY, WANT TO CELEBRATE LITTLE PETTY...YOU CAN COME?

It turned out that the message from Ita, I immediately replied to the message;

YES.I WILL DEFINITELY COME, LET ME BUY HER BIRTHDAY TART CAKE LATER AND TAKE HER THERE

Since my accident happened a while ago, I haven't seen my daughter CLARA, I just

communicate by phone with Ita and send some money for his needs. After my thirst and fatigue were gone, I continued on my bike, I decided to stop by the cake shop to order a birthday cake for CLARA tomorrow. Ah.. What is my daughter like now? For almost two years I haven't seen him.

That afternoon I came home early, after I had taken my ordered cake, I continued to head to Ita's house. I see

his house was a bit crowded with his relatives, I was a bit hesitant and nervous to step in, because I had not been there for a long time, but was already stuck, I've been here and brought a nice-sized tart.

with his second birthday party shirt. Clara just smiled at me, the innocent smile of a child her age, the last time I saw her she was still in a baby box and suckling from a milk bottle.

My father's instincts were filled, his happiness seeing the tart I brought.Smiles and laughter and chirping to his brother who was almost his age when he showed me his birthday, make my heart melt and be happy to see it.

I was like a half hallucination, a glimpse of Debby's shadow flashed while giving a thumbs up

to me, as it used to be if satisfied or amazed at something or me.

I kissed Clara's cheek just after she blew out her birthday cake candle, really.I was so happy to see her laugh….

Is this what Debby's fleeting reflection meant by her thumbs up earlier? Does this mean God is telling me that this is the end of my love's journey and adventure? Love and love for my daughter? My flesh-blood? Love is not only beautiful for a moment….A love that never leaves a wound…

I felt comfortable beside Clara, and Ita with all her patience and sincerity remained.

along with all the stories of my life that I went through.

But what about Papa? My family? The shadow of the past during the feud between my family and family

Ita's back across.