Fais's Writing

It's time

Fais who was piggybacking Akmal pulled his motorbike over the building is quite large but not too magnificent. Just set foot, they were greeted by noise from the motorbike that had been repaired.

Finally, there were some workers aware of the arrival of Fais the son of the workshop owner. Although not his father who came here, but they are reluctant and treat Fais like a boss in this workshop.

"Wih Little boss here, anyone want to be in the boss's alusin?"

It's their language which means anyone wants to be fixed or cared for. Fais and Akmal then entered to express the intention of his arrival.

"You change the oil, you haven't been replaced for a long time afraid of dry." Fais. "Oh yeah bang, I want to hang out for a while with Brother. Can you?"

"Can dong, let's go to the room."

While Fais and one of the mechanics walked into the room shown, Akmal was left outside because it was not his spirit to join the chat.

With the provision of fast mingling properties, Akmal certainly will not have trouble talking with workers here. So that he can kill time in waiting. Even hours were no problem for him.

"Bang, how's the workshop progress?" Accidentally Fais pretentiously inquired about the development. So that he is not so contrasting is conducting an investigation.

"Good service boss, not in vain is also the father of greater capital gelontorin. The plan also wants to make new again but make a loan. Hopefully the prospects are good."

"Oh so, good bye." So Papah really isn't lying. Lirih Fais in heart. The child suddenly felt like Malin Kundang who was disobedient to parents.

"Bos Fais will be the new director of the workshop?"

"Hemmm can also if not lazy hehe."

They were laughing together. Feeling that the chatter is enough and does not want to linger because of fear of being afraid of the purpose of the real purpose, Fais pampit out of the room and met Akmal who was forgotten for a while.

Treng.teng..teng..teng...teng..pek...kepek...kepek...

That's the sound of the test motor that has been replaced somehow. Then drove to the road quite quiet and the field around.

"Motor his voice is rich in wet farts." Akmal.

Huh

Fais gawked at Akmal's words, Fais' brain suddenly contained $?)(+/&@. Difficult to digest with common sense. After Fais' brain was well connected, the boy sighed and said.

"Eat him Mal, if the bath use a towel to be right. Wipe all the surface of any skin. Do not let any remaining water. So if you fart is not wet, not until the sound of the pack.kekek.." Fais said it casually but with emphasis in the eyes. He didn't know behind him some mechanic laughed until he frowned. Who farts his buttocks in the back so as not to hear the two boys.

Akmal can only be whiny. Instead of responding to Fais's advice, Akmal prefers to carry a new theme.

"Is, your novel two days isn't up. Not usually rich, usually one day can be three episodes. What's up, man? If you run out of ideas here the cave helpin." Akmal said with such confidence. Let alone help write with neatly arranged slick words, daily talk with Akmal alone can cause migraines.

"Gua again offline nulisnya, later if it's time to arrive new cave publish."

"Kok that?"

"Yes, it has to be. Cave mood again is not good to open the application, because the war buddy comments the cave again off."

"Widih, someone misses this. Though your readers are many, whose comments are also thousands."

"Feed, this cave friend has digested the cave's advice well." Akmal patted Fais proudly on the shoulder.

"If you could know which person he is? Girl or boy?" Akmal continued again, wondering what creature can make Fais long until it requires the boy to write offline if there is no him.

"The East Kalimantan people."

"Continue?"

"So what? What girl is a guy?"

"Yes, the cave is waiting for this answer." Akmal said with a hopeful look.

"Secret!"

The bull's breath came out of Akmal's nose, ready to butcher Fais's antics and stir up a riot there.

Patient Mal is patient is Fais mah so is his person. The mind of Akmal strengthens itself.

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Time has entered the evening. When Fais set foot in the house, it was on time to show at five in the afternoon. It is time to enter the watermelon watering schedule that he will pick.

Want to be picked up but watered first, it seems like a less useful thing. So Fais decided to take it straight away.

Before that, Fais picked up a knife in the kitchen for him to use to scare his jackfruit. He was also not so sure if he could cut the stalk to separate the fruit from the tree.

"Yuhuu, yuuu...I am coming. grr..grr.." Fais imitates the sound of a chainsaw to explore roles such as Terminator.

When right in front of the house, the noisy boy was silent a thousand languages. "Maaah" cried Fais to his mother.

"Why is?" his mother came with hands that were still foaming dish soap.

"Have Mom picked up?"

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Seriate...

Don't forget to be happy.

Akmal : author's sister, curious who is talking about Fais who?

Author: @dewipayang