Fais's Writing

The Akmal house

Because today the lecture schedule is canceled for certain reasons, with this empty time Fais intends to use it to go to visit Akmal's house according to his promise the other day. The promise that Akmal protested during his friendship with him was always the boy who was looking for Fais' whereabouts.

Fais dressed up neatly, wearing a gray jeans jacket in a plain white T-shirt. Her hair style is also no less climatic, not to forget also the fragrant perfume throughout the day. Preparation Fais bak Travel to the house of a cult of the heart.

Not only that, Fais also brought a lot of cakes and fruit to be offered to Akmal and his mother. Even though Fais was his person sometimes, but deep down in a little bit of his heart he was a sweet person in channeling his concern.

Akmal is not as lucky as he is. In this free time Fais can only lie down and play around, in contrast to Akmal who actually uses this time to find rupiah coffers. His life that only has a mother as the backbone, making Akmal not necessarily relax-relaxed.

On the way the car passing through a small alley was waiting for a turn to pass, Fais who was pulling over his car to relented then remembered Akmal what if he was not at home. Waste his preparation from the morning and buy this it up to two full plastics.

In vain? Certainly not, man. Because the distance of Akmal house with Maya house is not far. If Akmal does not exist, there is no harm if Fais covers to Maya's house? Hehe, Fais alone cantanker his own grin with his super magical thinking. To the extent that he did not realize the car was opposite the direction he was giving way had passed him and greeted Fais with a honking sound.

After a smooth journey without obstacles, Fais's brain then resuscitated him back to call Akmal to make sure. But his stubborn mind said, why not contact? Let's surprise later. Akmal's expression when he knew the friend he had been chasing had come to him. And if there isn't, then no papa. There is Maya as a second option.

Arguing with his own mind is indeed a lot of time, so it does not feel now the car has pulled over at the Akmal residence.

From behind the car glass, Fais can see Akmal cleaning plastic and other objects beside the house. Akmal was a junk collector.

"Assalamualaikum, my dear friend." Said Fais while carrying the groceries that were so full in both hands.

If you think Fais is shopping using pocket money from his parents, this time you are wrong. Fais the taker secretly also has his own money. During this time he bought this, bought his car gasoline, even pay taxes his vehicle always use his money.

Pocket money given by his parents during this time he kept so neatly under the mattress. Sometimes when he checks the situation, the money is fat (on average as in the iron) because it is too long buried.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Eh Fais who said cave?!" Akmal prancing in excitement. Fais' figure finally appeared looking for him. Means the term friendship clapping hands can be broken by the reality today.

They then talked as usual. Talk about things that really don't need to be discussed.

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Hours later.

"Where's your mom going?" Fais only realized that from earlier he was talking there was no figure of his mother Akmal caught the eye.

"Emak cave is working. The convection factory. A little more home."

"The cave work is all done. Bored if we keep going here. The cave has a good idea." Akmal is excited.

"What?"

"We're playing at Maya yuk's house." Invite him, but Fais still put a flat face.

"Well? Lazy ah" Fais replied, sounding so hypocritical in the ear. Even if we zoom in using a myxorscope, there is a smile line that is drawn at the tip of the lips.

"Gua wants to sew cave pants that are torn at Bu Nur. And Bu Nur was the mother of a girl named Maya. So inevitably we have to go to Maya's house."

"Anjjjirr, lu Mal's language makes the Roman feathers of the cave drum."

"Kan gua ngikutin lu, the author of the novel terung berdawai asmara. Hehe"

"Not the cave genre is mah."

"So, then rather than us arguing mending you ready for the Car. Meanwhile the cave wants to prepare a bundle of torn cave pants." Akmal said like an employer to his driver.

"Yes aampuun, this cool and dashing cave car is only for your pants that are on the somplak. It's horrible."

They broke up and walked towards their respective destinations. Akmal went into the house laughing out loud, while Fais approached his car giggling.

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Seriate...

Don't forget to be happy.