Fais's Writing

His name is also Human

Papah issued ten pieces of money with a fraction of one hundred thousand rupiah. The smell of money stored long ago seeps into the nasal cavity. It seems, when viewed from the position where Papah keeps the money, Papah is hiding the savings from daily transactions.

The hand that had been hanging in the air was waiting, immediately ambushed then with a quick movement of entering into...

"Eeeittss... How come you get into it anyway mah? Fais' father protested loudly when the money would take his favorite area.

"Hehehe, panic huh? Mamah was just kidding pah" with the remnants of a small laugh, Mamah secured his money into a small wallet that can be obtained when buying gold jewelry.

"Because it has not entered the monthly shopping date, papah love money is not free yes" Papah said to surprise the wife.

"Well, Papah!, What does Papah want?"

"You kiss" answered Papah.

A flirtatious statement escapes while tapping the right cheek with the index finger. The face of Mamah who had been willing to pounce because a wife had to pay for a living that was supposed to be, turned into a whiny face.

"Hehe"

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Review who is eating chicken noodles.

The clouds that had been bright changed to dark gray. A faint rumble sounded in the other hemisphere along with the dense clouds that were marching.

Fais, Akmal, and Maya are done with the indulgence of the tongue. And now it was time for them to return to their own cages.

"May, you go home with me. If you ride ojol, fear you're bragging for rain." Fais offers Maya a ride, not a pretext to seduce her to take a chance close to the woman, Fais can not see women until the rain. Especially to shiver the cold in solitude.

"Yes May, with us. The weather is dark. Poor Fais, seems to be worried about Maya." Finished speaking like that, Akmal got a bone slicing gaze. His confidence was shattered into pieces, while Fais had not changed his gaze.

Instead of wanting to be evil as friends, Fais simply did not want to give more hope to a woman named Maya. Not just him, on Nabila as well. Fais felt he was not worthy of a fight.

"Yes, Maya's coming with you. Thank you Aa, it's been a lot of trouble."

"Just like May, no nicotine. Just relax." Answer Fais.

Fais drove Maya home with no other intention is true. Fais invites Maya to sit on the passenger bench, while Akmal who is still stuck rigidly seeing the expression of Fais had begun to cry to find the look of his best friend's face melting.

Akmal sat next to the steering wheel without much comment.

Silence is the only proper word to describe the atmosphere in the car. The rain that fell as if beating the glass of the four-wheeled vehicle. Fais drove slowly while muttering in his heart.

If again the rain is rich gini, so remember the author idol itsnowrain. Rain..

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The car slowly ran back with Fais who looked like a driver. Seven minutes later, Fais stopped his car. He came out through the rain with an umbrella he had taken from a hidden place.

"May, move forward ya." exclaimed Fais, Maya just nodded in agreement and moved.

The atmosphere was not like that, with the sound of Fais they engaged in more intense chatter. The name of the awkward feeling has vanished swept away by the rush of rain.

"Aa Fais is a novelist?"

"Who said?" Fais' smile signifies his rhetorical question.

"Maya has read all the works of Aa, good all. Maya is happy, when amazed by a work turns out Maya can meet the same author directly." Maya's eyeballs sparkle.

Fais just smiled, did not agree if it was him and also did not avoid that he was the culprit. Maya glanced at the faint smile from the end of her eyes. Damn, his heartbeat was beating above average.

"Thank you for taking the time to read May's work."

"Together a, Maya likes literature equally. Another time Maya can learn about the same language Aa Fais?"

"Byeah, now Aa Fais can too. Later until Maya's house, Aa stopped by for a while"

Whahuh?

"Now a rain, is it okay?"

"As long as the rain is still water, it doesn't matter for Aa Fais to come to your house May."

In the absence of Akmal, we know what the situation is. His name is also human, and one day it will change. You don't have to wait for years, just five minutes can change.

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