Fais's Writing

Screaming

Arriving at the sewing alias Maya's house.

Maya who was in front of the house accompanying the mother sewing, it was realized that there was a glimpse of a familiar car in memory passing. His heart was beating and his brain instructed that he quickly go inside the house to tidy up his appearance.

The girl changed clothes with a nicer one. Minimal that does not bleach (title) and that is not too open, such as shot pants and T-shirts for example. Because the most comfortable clothes in use when at home tend to be that again, the appearance of which is almost close to the lap criteria.

After that he also combed the hair, then gave liptint accents on the lips that were ripe from there. When his hands were about to reunite between the brush and the liptint place, the mother called out. "Maaayy, there's a Fais nih."

His hands trembled violently due to being jolted in shock so that he could not do the task well. Luckily, Maya had finished applying it to her lips. If not, it is certain that the brush will target the nostrils.

Maya quickly neutralizes the beating of her beating heart beyond the limits of reasonableness. After that drag steps hoping his facial water can look normal when dealing with Fais.

"Assalamualaikum" Greetings softly spoken so peacefully in the ear.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered Maya. After that silence was created until his mother spoke up broke the silence.

The four of them engaged in chatter with each contributing role. Maya's mother becomes a theme troublemaker, Akmal and Fais become a frenetic team, while Maya is a laughing team. Their collaboration was perfect in the world of concocting.

"Auntie mah not expect Mal, it turns out the son of a tailor also does not guarantee his pants are not torn."

"Yah bi, whose name is torn pants do not look at whose child. The time he wanted to tear his veins first eh you whose son."

Again Bu Nur was made giggling by Akmal, until the laugh was swallowed when he saw Fais looking up at the water guava tree. "Aa Fais, take the jam we raced together." Bu Nur Seru. Suddenly, Bu Nur's statement became a very brilliant idea.

"Good idea, aunt has a gala (long bamboo to nudge)?" Fais asked as he continued to glance towards the water guava that was already ripe. The red is so eye-tugging.

"It used to have a, but now it's gone nowhere. In gondol, the maling kaya." Replied Bu Nur sekhenya while continuing to work on the stitches.

"Well, now there's also bamboo?"

"Don't bamboo Mal, now the husband is a little handsome and the money is good enough there is also a thief."

"Well, serem." Timpal Akmal, while Fais paced thinking about how to reach the guava.

"Naikin' a a." Maya said shyly. Fais turned his head and said, "yes yes May, why don't you think." Fais deliberately emits a smile while asking Maya to capture the results of his quote later.

Really, not Fais not thinking of climbing a tree. In fact the thought came long before he asked the bamboo nudge. The pacing is a diversion of the issue of his sense of prestige if climbing a tree witnessed by a woman.

Akmal only helps encourage from below, and occasionally he helps Maya to catch the guava that Fais dropped.

Felt the fruit is enough to carry out the demonstration, Akmal swiftly washed the fruit while Maya prepared brown sugar sauce. If it's Fais, he's allowed to go to the bathroom to make an appearance.

Maya who became the object of Fais's vision was wrong, slightly stealing a glance towards Fais and then looking down back toward the tear while mengolek chili.

"What's a?" Maya asked without turning her fixed eyes Focusing towards the cobek. That is, why Fais was watching Maya to the extent.

"What's up?" Fais cengar-cengar replied. Maya is getting embarrassed, not knowing what else to do. He hopes chili, brown sugar, and a little salt is not quickly refined.

"You mean that you're making rich ngeliatin that, ashamed to know." Samber Akmal is outspoken. Akmal if you say it is never sifted.

Instead of answering Akmal, Fais spoke to Maya again. "Don't be ashamed May, shame on Fais aja."

Hid

Akmal ticklish not playing.

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They were already in front of a busy house with their respective pickles in hand. Both Fais, Akmal, and Maya, the other hand is used to play the phone. Only Bu Nur did not touch an object that could keep that close.

Maya is actually not the type of person like Fais who is too familiar with mobile phones. It's just that he is balancing Fais who is busy with routine online novel updates every day. Fais author, Maya reader. Moreover, the reader uses love, it is a very fantastic combination.

The woman read each episode with a big smile even though she wasn't performing a joke. Not too sedentary, just reading a favorite novel in front of the author directly it feels deg-deg ser. And apparently without knowing Maya, Fais was replying to a message with Nabila.

Rujak has been toilet and the hot day began to change in the afternoon. Fais and Akmal went home and stopped by the nearest mosque to perform the Ashar prayer. When saying that goodbye, Bu Nur did not waste the opportunity.

He pulled Fais away to talk about something. "Is, someone wants Auntie to talk. Your father's problem."

"What is Bi?"

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