Fais's Writing

Yielding

When engrossed in playing the phone, the screen suddenly turns into a call display. Fais was frustrated to see the name of the caller on the homepage of his phone. Friends from since becoming a swimming tadpole always appear at the wrong time. Full of laziness, Fais finally shifted the green log.

"Hallo is, what else?" ask Akmal Maulana. Friends who are said to be from ancient times.

"Busy to begin with"

"Busy what?"

"Busy turning into a better person."

"Ceileehs.. You weren't good all this time? your brain is really growing. Oh yes is the cave just want to tell you, if today's cave birthday."

"Dwelling. You called the cave just to say that you're having a birthday?"

"Hehehe joking comrade et dah. Eh cave just want mastiin, you really want to deketin Nabila no? "

"Emang why?"

"Lu if later does not move later he is taken by people first. That was.."

"It can't be abandoned!"

Tut's...Tut ..Tut. connection disconnected unilaterally. Fais just hung up without thinking about Akmal's rant there. The news brought did not seem to interest Fais to just learn about the girl.

Can't be in the fire of Akmal disturbin cave for a long time. Not going to be a cave project.

Fais continued his activities.

Besides that at the same time. Akmal was stunned to think that Fais was so enthusiastic about the news he brought. His misunderstanding made Akmal smile aloft. The man was happy not to play because he thought Fais was heating up with his fire. Which fire of jealousy, Akmal?

Finally is, your world can be sidetracked as well. Gua thought you just wanted to make out the same hp doang. It turns out you also have a deep sense of jealousy in a woman. Cihuuy.

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"is"

"Hemm"

"Say now I'd like to pick up some mamah's clothes at Bu Nur."

"Oh yeah, yaudah Fais go first. Take care of Fais well huh mah."

"Not brought?"

"Son, he's tired of needing new energy."

"Say, tell me it's lowbatt. If not, it will not come off the same as you are."

"Hehe"

Fais dragged a step out, opening the garage of the house in slow motion. Instead of pulling out a white beat, the boy got into his red car with a smile on his face toward Mamah.

"Is, where are you going?"

"So my mom told me to get some clothes"

Mamah was surprised to find Fais will drive a car. He thought, Fais will ride a motorcycle considering the distance traveled is not too far. The weather is very supportive today. It didn't rain or it wasn't too hot.

"Waduh, take the stitching of clothes with the car. Very stylish" led Mamah with an antagonist face.

"Let's wow amazing ya haha.. are you any more effort to meet Maya?" Mamah added, then they chuckled along with Fais who kept saying "what the hell". The mouth does speak like that, but the heart speaks "Yes".

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"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikum hail, uh who is it?" ask Bu Nur. His forehead was furrowing trying to squeeze the brain by remembering who came to visit.

"I am Fais, son of Bu Imah. Want to pick up mamah clothes here to wear tomorrow." Complete message that was sent. For what clothes are used, Fais is just making it up.

"Yes my. Aa is big, right?! where's the handsome again."

When the word "bull" came up, Fais glanced at the glass and tidied his hair.

"Now a shirt."

"Thank you Bi."

"Don't you come by first? later made a drink with Maya. Maaay.. here's out"

"Yes ma'am, just a minute" said Maya from the inside. Not long Maya comes cratered kontan shocked not kepalang find the man who craved to be on the porch of his house. Do you know how it feels to admire someone and their person in front of the house? it feels like frowns between the head, stomach and the snoring.

"May, this is Aa Fais. Make a drink there!"

"No need to Bi, I'm going to college. Next time only. Hi Maya how are you?" Fais smiled to see Maya misbehaving. The young man was overconfident to the point of assuming that Maya had been hypnotized by his good looks.

"Good a" Maya looked down embarrassed with her hand that kept twisting the shirt. Maya, if you knew Fais' daily life, you would have regretted this kind of misbehavior. Young people who daily can not be separated from the mobile phone and become a rebel.

"I go home first May" said Fais coolly.

"I'll say yes, Mom."

"Yes a Fais" replied Bu Nur and Maya together.

Fais drives his car leaving a crowd of butterflies that alight on Maya's cheeks. Although he often answers when asked for help, Fais is actually a submissive child. It's just the time when if it's ruled he's decisive. Mamah also did not know exactly why now Fais would want to be asked to take the stitches in Maya's house. What is certain is Mamah Suudzon, that the only child of his puppet is having another purpose. If the business takes the name Maya, Fais Yes-iya only without debate.

Yes, tomorrow!

Yes, mah, later!

Yes, not now but yes

Even so he still carries out the orders.

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Seriate...

Don't forget to be happy !