Fais's Writing

Fais Plan

"Bah, Fais knows papah is just joining the group. Just socialize with friends and also channel hobbies. Fais just the same message Papah, do not let the wrong way tempted by his wife Badrun." Fais said to his father. The lecture was directly at the core.

"What is the same about him?"

"She is famous for flirting with people's husbands, not husbands, but also widows, bachelors are too. If it has been fed he will be transformed into a beggar. If you've been asked to finish the victim so raspy."

"Who are you? Know the lives of others."

"It's not important that Fais knows where, the important thing is that papah should be able to sort out which is right which is not." Fais teaches fish to swim.

"Yes, Papah also has a mind. Where maybe Papah was playing crazy with his wife Badrun. What people say later, where the house near the prospective besan, want to put where Papah's face if it happens."

Eeeittss, what did he say? Balloon candidate? What does this mean, can anyone explain?

"What the hell is that talking." There was a line of raised smiles at the end of Fais' lips. The boy must have understood the meaning. The meaning of his Papa is mocked his relationship with Maya.

"Badrun's house is near Maya's. But Papah doesn't know who Maya is, can anyone explain?" Fais' father smelled a smile. Fais was made salting until the boy whined to the father to apply serious mode when a child was giving advice.

"Maaah, look at Papah." Fais shouted until Bu Imah who was behind cleaned up the food marks had lowered his head. He can only laugh in response to the funny actions of this father and son.

"Our conversation is over, just remember the message Fais. Don't be tempted."

"Yes yes." Papah answered, still laughing. "Hp Papah not be checked?"

"So, here's Pah."

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A few days late.

This morning was brighter than yesterday. Fais woke up and blinked in shock when he saw the wall clock showing the number eight. This morning was not a brighter morning. Unless the sun is starting to rise.

Fais soon awoke from his sleep and looked for towels and the necessary equipment. He didn't even have time to roll back and forth to collect lives, and quickly slid into the bathroom.

An hour later.

Who felt at home lingering in the bathroom was already in order with his affairs. Produce a neat, clean and fragrant Fais. Now it was time to have breakfast in solitude.

Yes alone, because it has become a habit every holiday arrives, Fais' father always invites his wife to exercise. run small to surround the housing complex in the next village.

Since the first time Fais's father heard complaints of doubt wife and child, since then he also introspection and change attitude. Even simple things will feel so different when one of them shows a change.

"Dam, kocheng. Put the cave down!"

The package on the dining table is irregular. It was scattered through the paper that was torn to shreds by the oyen. Oyen is often found eating without permission.

"Meow"

Free also Fais expend energy to get angry as usual. Because what comes out of the tearing-in is just "meow".

Fais immediately picked up the phone in the room, dialed the number 'mamake' asking to buy breakfast again. Not having to wait long, his parents brought back about chicken porridge.

"Well, Papah asked permission to go with the community. There is social service for earthquake victims in xx." Fais' father looked at his wife's bead, looking around for any doubts there.

"Yes, you let me, be careful, Pah."

"Yes Mah, Fais Permitin Papah no?" The turn of the man looked towards the boy who was busy watering the watermelon while kicking.

"Fais one package with Mamah. So follow the decision of the queen. If the king wants to go please." Fais' light is still shy in his own novel world. He indicated that he was a prince. The prince had a fight with a cat in the morning.

"Is, while it can already be harvested. Just take it now." Seru Bu Imah looked with eyes that glanced at where the water fell Fais flush.

"Yes, I'll be a bit late. It's early, let him live longer." Fais showed a deadly smile.

"Yes already."

Bu Imah then told me that this afternoon he would leave to the relatives' house. If so, stay alone Fais who has no plan.

When thinking about what else to do, Fais remembered that his motorcycle had not changed oil for almost three months. The idea of diving while drinking water appeared, to the oil change workshop while looking for information related to his father's debts was an extraordinary activity.

Nyamper Akmal ah's.

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Seriate....