Fais's Writing

Ringwrapping

Since the sky rumbled to show a cloudy concentration, since then Papah went out of the house to attend meetings not important to the mobile community. This very second, exactly one year Fais' father joined an organization consisting of several members of his lower age.

Let's say Papah is the elder in the group. Because of that fact, he became a sababab he crowned as a leader. However, the title event did not last long since Mr. Dayat and his wife came to visit his house with a vague information.

Right here in the kitchen next to the fridge. Mamah tidied up the conversation made lonely friends. The figure of a housewife who is not interested at all with the frenetic social media is very attached to her.

"Assynogaic"

"Wa'alaikumsalam"sahut Mamah slightly lowered his head, while his hands had not stopped separating the chili stalks. "Is, tumben you playing to Maya's house?" Fais reported that his mother had just set foot in the girl's house.

"So Maya wanted to learn from Fais." Fais replied quickly, the boy was frowning probably looking for the whereabouts of the father. "Where is Mah?"

"Obviously, Papah is in the same community."

"Oh"

After getting an answer, Fais quickly went into the room to pick up toiletries. Generally, people put the equipment near the bathroom or in it. But somehow, this child prefers to keep it in the bedroom.

"Mah" Fais who two minutes ago was heard entering his room, is now trapped like being on the mobile bank bill.

"Yes, why?"

"Mumpung Fais remember, it was fitting to wash clothes Fais Nemu Mamah ring." Instead of giving the object its findings, the child was even flushed into the bathroom after preaching to the mother. Mamah was amazed by the mere speech of her child just now, "ring? Which ring is it?" Mom asked herself.

After a long time passed leaving a question mark, the neat spice left frozen without warmth in the refrigerator. The curious mama, tried to go to her room to ascertain which ring was missing while in her fingers was still plastered sweet one fruit. While the other one that he stored in the closet.last Mamah saw, as he remembered still there.

He only has two rings. Ranked a little for the size of mothers married company managers and have a workshop business. If paired with the socialite mothers around him, Mamah gets the lowest rating in the category of hebring bin Hedon.

And true, the ring he kept was still perched pretty in his hiding place. Whose ring did Fais find? Mamah assumed the ring her son found was an imitation, considering Fais still likes to nyemil ciki prizes.

"Well, here's the ring."

Fais came in a surprise. The boy was back handsome with a plain white T-shirt combined with gray shorts.

His heart was starting to grow.

"This isn't Mom's ring." Mama's words were softly welcomed Fais' disbelief. They look at each other with thoughts that might point in one direction.

Papahs.

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The man waiting for his arrival has returned. Mamah showed her ordinary face, there was no change in attitude when welcoming her husband home. Because what he had in mind, it was not necessarily such a reality.

Time shows at eleven o'clock. It was not a short time for Papah to leave the house since his departure this afternoon. A captured face bolt is really hard to guess. There was a smile emanating there was also confusion trapped inside there.

"You want to talk."

"Well, you want to talk."

The sentence was thrown together, but Papah invited his wife to speak first.

"You go first."

"Fuck it first." Answer Mamah.

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