Fais's Writing

Fais wants to talk

After Maya is delivered home by Fais, the living room is so alive with stories between children and mothers. Do not ask his father where, it is certain to go again for the sake of community.

It is the sick members, the birthdays, the stage and various reasons on the basis of the community. Club PLOS is called. If Fais were to describe it then the boy would call it the union of the most beautiful men.

"Gerrin also yes is, Mamah just found out that Sasmitha's wife Badrun is a rich woman so." Bu Imah did not think through the story that Fais got. No matter which one can believe, all of this is still in the stage of Fais's discussion with his mother.

"Yes Mah, what do you think we should do?" Fais asked for an opinion on what steps he would take.

"As long as Papah is there not alone, we believe the same Papah is. A relationship can be said to be harmonious if we trust each other."

"So long as Mamah knows your Papah, he's the one who never neko-neko. It seems impossible if Papah cheated, especially the same wife. Even if Papah wants to cheat why not the same widow? Why not be young when you're still a kid."

"Fais so the thought of his wife's speech Mr. Dayat." Instead of responding to his mother's statement, Fais boasted. It was Fais who convinced his mother to believe, now Fais is doubted by the facts that have sprung up.

They laugh bitterly, laugh at themselves why not stand firm against the word believe. Honestly, they are actually looking for answers to questions that are shrouding their heads.

"But you say there is no real evidence. The ring problem also turned out to be a gift for Mamah. And... Gather the community together with others, no one has seen Papah you alone there. So no one's suspected, right?" Bu Imah describes one by one that has been missed. He and his son pensively for a moment.

"DEBT!" They say that word. This mother and son are really compact.

When this mouth is about to launch a sentence to immediately check the condition of the workshop that he said to be developed to cause debt, there was a greeting that was so echoed from the heavy voice that it had to surprise Fais to jump from the sofa while rubbing his chest.

Shocked cave! There's bapake.

Both Fais and Bu Imah, they answered greetings from a man named Marda aka his father Fais.

"You're suspicious and can't believe Papah?" Without warming up, Fais' father asked, from his tone the man was not angry at his son and wife.

"Is the reverse collision fast? If again the commuities usually gather until eleven o'clock at night." Bu Imah can hear-cengir said it, can make melt the atmosphere, can also be for diversion. While Fais was still still stunned because he was feeling the sensation of being caught right again talking to people.

"But bring your favorite food. It's for Mamah, it's for dede Fais." There was a small laugh escaping from Bu Imah's lips hearing the word Dede pinned to Fais' call. That kid must have been whining, not liking it.

"Well, that's good for the pantun." Fais' father replied.

"That's not a pantun, my father." Timpal boy named Fais with a resigned face mode.

Automatic laughter broke Bu Imah and her husband filled the living room. It has been a long time for Fais' father not to tease his son who is now an adult.

Just yesterday, he was made a horse by Fais small surround the kitchen to the living room. And only yesterday also felt he always took Fais around the lake riding a motorbike every before breaking the fast so that the child forgot his hunger.

Every new year's night arrives, Fais' father never miss invites Fais and his wife to go to the overpass to see the car passing under it twinkling lights. Just like that, it could already make little Fais widen his smile.

In the past, it was when Fais' father only had an old motorcycle with a mediocre wallet.

A few minutes passed without waste because they spent eating food, Fais' father suddenly thrust his phone to Fais and his wife.

"This is hp Papah. Fais or Mamah can check it out. If there's any weirdness ask Papah, Papah will definitely answer." Fais' father's light in the bubui smile.

"Tomorrow's device can also play in the workshop, see the progress or ask the people there." Fais' father added again to convince.

"Bah, Fais wants to talk."

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Seriate....

Note: this work is only fictitious, if there is a similarity of names, places, etc it is just a coincidence.