Fais's Writing

Mother Plan

Bu Imah's heavy heart said something that could field the spirit of Fais.

"I swear, Mamah is not meticulous. Mama thinks you've taken it straight to your friend's house." With a cautious look, the mother looked at her son's expression. See if there is any disaster that will happen considering how Fais so painstakingly treated the device.

If time can be reset, Fais wants time back to morning. So that when his mother told him to pick, he did not think long.

"Yes, how else." Languidly attacking joints. "Indeed Fais was destined only to keep and could not enjoy." His limp body he drags towards Swing.

Fais lay helplessly on a lazy swing. The knife he held immediately left it to his mother to be brought back to the habitat. "Well, who could do all this?"

Fais still did not receive it with an irregular breath. The mother felt pity, and finally proposed the idea of who knows can uncover the perpetrators of the crime.

"Is, you remember just this morning when we went to separate with each other's affairs, there was a boy passing by the front of the house while whining at you?"

The energy instantly supplies back into Fais's hollow body. The boy was no longer weakly slumped on the swing. He sat with a smackdown look.

"That's the real culprit?"

"Not really, I mean Mamah investigate first. The way you now buy watermelon, or not later abis magrib aja."

Fais's eyebrows rose with a frown. "Continue?"

"Have bought it, Mama will explain how it works." Obviously Bu Imah while raising eyebrows to entertain the child just his puppet who is nelangsa. Deep down there, there was a glimmer of laughter that almost escaped from the mouth of Bu Imah if he remembered his son was so enthusiastic about playing the drama.

As funny as anything that befalls the child, Bu Imah as much as possible will not laugh at him. For, the principle of Bu Imah will not laugh at him over the pain. The disappearance of Zenun from the hands of those who loved him dearly was something that was truly heartbreaking.

"Yes, that's it." Feeling a little curious about what his mother would plan, Fais moved from the swing and chose to clean up. Flaming the excitement of hearing water to drift along with the climbers and bacteria.

After the sky completely submerged the horizon, then replaced it with black to the abuan, Fais who still uses a sarong after performing the magrib prayer immediately dislodged it and raced with time to find the motor key.

"The handsome Ma'amah's son doesn't eat first?"

"There was no time for Mah to eat before the execution. Mama same Papah do not eat first before Fais eat yes. Wait for your son to come back. Buy the most scattered watermelon." Excited Fais while preparing the mother's matic motor that is very difficult to prepare when it hastily struck.

After a few seconds, when Fais had disappeared in the distance, Fais' father came home as usual with a lot of food in hand. Worse, Fais' father turned out to carry several bags of fruit and a round watermelon.

"Idih Papah.." cried Bu Imah, automatically Bu Imah widened his eyes when he saw the watermelon was in tentengan.

"Why Mah? Is it wrong again?" With a look of incomprehension, Fais' father put the origin of his hand. Trying to guess what else happened. Is there anything left outside of his observation?

After letting go of the weight in hand, Fais' father hugged tightly and kissed the wife's cheek.

"Pah, stop. Geli hehe's.."

"Mom why?" the tension that was wrapped in calmness instantly began to slowly slacken from Fais's father's face as the heart-wrenching puja sparked laughter between their interactions.

"Father bring watermelon not to say. Fais is now going to buy watermelon Pah. Uh or maybe this is Fais watermelon that Papah picked?"

"Where does he know if Fais wants to buy watermelon. This Papah bought the same other fruit as well. Oh yes Mah, did Fais have a watermelon plant?"

The question that was thrown sounded sad if only in comparison with the times before Fais' father was busy with new activities. In the past, no one did not know a single thing about the story regarding his son. About habits, likes, activities, what is again liked, even about the taste that his son is feeling.

"Punya Pah, growing accidentally in the yard of the house. He's the one who found it, as long as he takes care of it."

Before other frills questions arise, the final sentence can be an option when reluctant to tell a story that is so long and wide. "Tomorrow Mom's story." He said it was enough to delay the explanation at least until tomorrow.

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