Fais's Writing

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Giving up is one of the best options to continue. The guidelines were the reference Fais' father decided to give up rather than having to let each other through the morning. He rubbed the back of the wife's hand while giving a warm kiss there.

Giving up is not always bad meaning, giving up at the beginning can also be a winning point at the end.

"Well, papah is the one who spoke. Actually, the time is not right. Have to wait another hour to fit in the moment you're going to talk about."

Maman raises eyebrows not understanding. But he could not understand more why there was a gold ring in this house that did not belong to him.

"meaning?"

"Happy wife's birthday" kisses mean in landing." Forgive me for taking away the prize." The face that was shining changed softly.

"Gift ring?" There was a faint smile line beginning to appear on Mamah's face. His decision not to get angry first was correct.

"Kok know?!"

"Let's know, it's already worn by Mom."

Jemari is shown with confidence. Long before this woman was already in a fog with a mind that billowed thick fog so that it could not be used to think clearly at all. Fortunately, there is still a heart that wants to be reconciled a little in order to be cool down until the reality is revealed.

"It should be a suprise tonight uh even Mamah found it first. Oh yeah, it's Mom's turn to talk."

"It's not Pah, it's forgotten." Answer the original Mamah. My question is no longer important.

Fais, the boy who was in his room lying on the bed typing a novel to present to the readers, deliberately did not close the door well. As a result of his actions, he can eavesdrop on his parents' conversation. The boy was relieved now, and after eavesdropping while writing a run, he tried to reread the results of his typing.

Idih, write what the hell this cave is.

Fais deleted his writing that had reached three paragraphs. Then he began to seriously write and did not share his focus with anything else.

"Well, Fais is asleep?"

Fais sharpened his ears again when his name was mentioned in conversation. At once the author wants to burn the words of the narrative that mentioned that Fais has focused on writing.

"It's bad." Actually Mamah also did not know what Fais had been sleeping yet, but saw the fact that the child had gone to his room since nine o'clock earlier without any movement to the bathroom, but saw the fact that the child had gone to his room since nine o'clock, Mamah concluded that her son was asleep.

"Good then, let's follow Papah. Mamah Naikan's feet come here."

"Well, but slow down."

"You don't strain, just follow Papah's movements."

Fais is becoming. O lizards on the wall, can you tell the boy what happened in the living room there? Not long after that the sound of music slowly faintly sounded. Making the atmosphere more beautiful.

Fais could no longer hold back his curiosity. Either got the courage from where he tried to peek at the activities of his parents.

What Fais saw, his mother's hand was coiled around his father's neck. Then his father's hand was on his mother's slender waist. The bodies of the two held out until their noses touched each other.

They move slowly to follow the music. Papah gave the command for the wife to follow the movement of her feet in dance activities.

They dance in the middle of the night.

kirain.

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The morning was welcomed. Every day there will be a new story that adorns life. Like this morning for example, Fais discovered a surprising new fact and was able to make the boy immediately forget that there were humans who were very curious about the activities of parents.

"MORRAH...." Fais was hysterically screaming. Sontak makes neighbors who are very close to the head. "Is that all?" The word one of the neighbors represents a question of several heads.

"I'm just calling you Mama." For whatever sake the boy even frowns innocence.

Fais's reply just now, reaped some reactions from the neighbors. Some say "to boil" while sniffing the shoulders, there is a nose kembis then passed without a word, some are his mouth commute without making a sound until his lips look choppy.

"What's up?" Mom was in front of her son.

"This is Mah, look at it."

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