Fais's Writing

Watermelon, Brother Spirit

Mamah saw the findings of Fais who had stirred the morning. Apparently, the watermelon tree and its small fruit growing in the yard of the house became the cause of Fais screaming hysterically.

"There is a watermelon and a tree." Mamah was no less amazed like Fais, even he plucked the weeds around him so as not to interfere with the growth of the discovery of his son.

Watermelon is indeed found everywhere, the tree is not so difficult to cultivate. Because between the two people there is no one to grow the fruit, then the arrival is like the most beautiful gift for this mother and child couple.

While Mamah plucked the weeds, Fais took the initiative to give the land again from the mounds of the weeds. After that he poured water while muttering to quickly enlarge and he could proudly split it.

On the other hand, if the business of eating it Fais had imagined from now on if he would not have the heart to swallow his cherished results all this time.

What if the plant is actually Papah? Fais taste is not. Because after getting to know the community, his father was almost never clean the yard, let alone to gardening. Seeing the fact that there is still a lot of weed scattered, it can be used to strengthen the reason that this is purely growing by itself.

"Now it's neat, Fais wants to get ready for college first huh Mah."

"Yes, don't be late anyway."

"Ready boss."

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Since that day, since the discovery of life advocates, Fais's standard of living rose fifteen degrees more diligently than yesterday. At least there are other activities besides lying on the mattress can cause Fais much healthier. Burn all calories from all kinds of noodles from Sabang to Merauke.

Every morning and evening Fais diligently watering watermelon in his yard. Measuring, still as roundness as yesterday or not.

"Is, cave bring sucro nih." Akmal who just came immediately took a sitting position facing. Without further ado, he poured the contents of his succronya on the lid Tupperware owned by Fais which was previously used as a container of cake made by the mother.

"Why do you want to bring sucro?" Fais answered without shifting his focus from the front of the laptop. Even so, his hands still never targeted to take Sukro one by one to be fed into his mouth.

"So the cave stopped by the stall to see Sukro so keinget same lu, yaudah gua buy aja."

"Can't it be Mal?"

"Yes your face looks like Sukro." After saying so, Akmal bribed five Sukro together. There were louder sounds of raucous noise while being afraid of Fais' reaction. Unexpectedly, his best friend responded to just turning his head for a while and then smiling brightly.

Having a flat reaction, Akmal did not stop there. He continues to chatter which he thinks speaking as is a form of Expressing themselves.

"is"

"If the cave is observed, yes, as long as we are victorious, the mulu cave that nyamperin you."

"Emang huh?" This time Fais devoted his attention to Akmal. After all, Akmal was the only most loyal friend to be by Fais' side. While others approached him just wanting to flatter him and hoping for a glimmer of the deal coffers, only Akmal would come with him just to spy.

Fais is ruthless, Fais is a faller, Fais is abnormal, Fais is a playboy, the last Fais looks like Sukro. Even so, Akmal is the most sincere and loyal.

"Yes, try and remember when did you nyamperin cave that?!"

"Oh so Dede Akmal will be observed. Yaudah tomorrow your samper cave leaves for campus. The cave is good, right? It's a cave, a good man."

"Hehehe, so flattered." Seeing that Sukro had a toilet, Akmal was about to pour it back in large quantities, and as he glanced at the clock on his wrist showing that seventeen minutes of class would start, he said, Akmal asked Fais for his opinion.

"Is, seventeen more minutes in. About if the cave was all cast, abis not this?"

Fais watched and weighed, "abis, throw it all away." He said, but not until his mouth was tightly closed again, Fais issued a new statement. "Eh, gatau deh Mal abis what not."

Sontak Akmal who was delicately dropping the circle of Sukro hit the lid Tupperware until pitched tuk.tuk.tuk, directly kembis kempis nostrils hear the order after Fais. The order is late but not too late. Because in the plastic packaging there are still twelve more grains.

"Why indeed?"

"We don't know how rich it is going to be." Answer Fais. Again Akmal found a non-rational answer. So used to talking to model poet Fais, Akmal just sighed.

And without much talking, Akmal closed the tearing of the packaging using a rubber band. He and Fais continue to eat the details that have been contained like being in a race.

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Seriate...