Fais's Writing

Soap Money

Strange, since echoing questions that might not be commonplace for the size of a new person, the young man carrying the smoky hawker still threw a whimper at Akmal.

Akmal frowned in confusion. He thought the conversation was enough to Akmal's surprise at the young man's answer. But instead of leaving Akmal with a million astonishments, the young man approached Akmal and tilted his head looking fixedly at Akmal which he felt did not change much on the contours of the face.

"Mal, seriously you don't know the cave?" He said, still in the laughter of jokes.

Akmal and Fais turned their heads in shock with frowns, they tried to poke the brain to display the memory of the name, who was in front of them. Fais and Akmal threw each other a glance.

"Not remember?" Ask the young man again.

"Oh you, who guess cave." Akmal quits the awkwardness that airs. You know, when he said that, Akmal was trying to remember his name.

Who is it, Anjiir cave does not remember his name. But his face was familiar. The mind of Akmal condemns the memory it has.

"Let's name the cave" challenged the young man.

Mammpuss lu Mal, the cave knows you don't actually remember. You're caught out of your face if you pretend. Your face if you again know the rich cow angob (cow yawns). Inner Fais.

Instead of helping a friend, Fais instead turned his attention to a bowl of appetizing noodles. "When we eat first May, Akmal is still busy with his old friend."

"Yes a" Maya grabs the chopsticks that have been provided, separates them from the wrapper and is ready to be used as a means of rolling noodles. The awkward feeling that caused Maya to forget how to use it.

Fais who had managed to enjoy the first feed of his noodles while opening the phone, immediately got an order from his brain that he should turn to Maya. The woman in front of him could not even just discipline his hands. The contrasting trembling had published a small smile on Fais' face.

Fais snatched his chopsticks from Maya, the woman who had been blasting ever more embarrassed and pias-faced. If juxtaposed with the red of tomatoes, Maya's cheek will be the champion. "Here aa Fais bribe". Fais said by rolling Maya's noodles.

"A, I'm the one who continues. Aa Fais continued to eat." Pinta Maya after the first bribe has succeeded he swallowed.

While the adrenaline rush situation for Maya, and for the man in front of her, is just an ultimate pleasure to eat a favorite meal with a woman, there is Akmal who is still busy with old friends. In Fais' ear, Akmal's conversation even sounded like a crowd of green flies in a colony.

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In-house.

After the sun crawled up and time had shown past noon, Mamah who should be busy with homework could now only idle in the living room.

"Enak ya Mah if our son is again diligent rich gini. All the homework is done with him" Papah opened the chat with his eyes still attached to the phone screen. Fais's hidden talent that can not be separated from the smart object followed in his father's footsteps.

Falat, not Fais who lowered the habit, but his father who followed in the footsteps of young people. Why that? papah was even busy flirting with his wife who was cooking, cleaning the yard and repairing the damage.

With his cleverness to digest building patterns, his skill to experiment, as well as many other small things, all of it can fill the time on holidays like today. An increasingly day would be eroded by the existence of his cell phone and kill all the stories of his beautiful past.

"But now you want to ask for soap money just like papah. Fais had sworn a lot until he was a little rich left. At least for two days." Answer Mom, relax. He was no longer surprised by what had happened. Precisely the fact that he just saw proves that Fais is still Fais, the child who always makes greget for a mother. It breaks the assumption that the child has changed.

Huh, that kid.

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