Fais's Writing

Discusses ideals

The fierce pursuit boils down to a house with a bamboo webbing and ground. Reminds Fais of grandmother's house in the village there. The house that had now been turned into a towering sturdy building. And this house has also realized that he has run for a kilometer.

The boy pulled over right in front of him. Justifying the breath while bending the body. "N-even sister" he said, still breathing Monday Thursday. Alias Kembang.

"Why are you running anyway?!, I don't want to beat you up." said Fais who still set his breath well.

"Keep why is my brother chasing me, if he won't beat me up?!" Reply the boy did not want to lose.

"Eh bocil, I just want nanya tuh watermelon that you take secretly in eating no? If it's just a waste just because he's less sweet, I'm not sincere."

It's good if until the cave knows that zunun in vain. Inner Fais.

"Astaghfirullah.." a hunched grandmother carrying a cane with almost all whitened hair, stood glued right in the doorway.

"Grandmother" shrieked a child called a leak by Fais. Face pias.

"I'm sorry my granddaughter." The grandmother said to Fais with a clear water droplet dripping from the twilight eyes that began to blur. Dropping every wrinkled indentation that has been a witness to the journey of life in the mortal world.

"Son, why are you stealing? We're hungry but we can't lose our morals." The turn of the grandmother gave advice to the grandson. Fais' blood flow whizzed violently as his ears caught the word hungry.

"No wonder" the boy's whine again interspersed run into the house. Maybe he will shed his tears. Clutching his own body in a bend, then crying while hugging both knees. We mourn his mistake as a human being.

"Once again grandma apologizes, son. semangkanya not wasted. We ate it so well at that time. Instead grandma switched to firewood." The grandmother went by limping to the side of the house to pick up some old pieces of wood as a redeemer.

"No need to granny, if it is useful I sincerely. No need to replace. Even if grandma really likes me I want to love another one."

"Grandmother feels indebted son. Yesterday was enough."

"It's okay, I'll be here again. I'm sincere. Oh yeah Grandma, how did that watermelon taste yesterday?" His name is also Fais, if not complete curiosity that roiled in the chest. The young man will continue to pry.

"Sweet kid."

Yes, zaun is sweet.

There is nothing wrong with my grandmother and grandchildren. Their answers are different from unequal situations. The grandson said no sweet is true. Because he has tasted other sweets.

Grandma said watermelon was sweet. For no other comparison is felt by his tongue. Two answers to what they are with different contexts.

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After the humanitarian activities Fais had finished with pleasure. More relieved of his heart than lamenting for loss.

"Mal, the cave wants to be serious as you are."

The ice cubes that Akmal was playing on stopped swirling around inside the glass. His entire attention was fixated on Fais' voice. Akmal greeted the question with a chest of air. Because, Akmal could not avoid the absurdity of Fais if he found his best friend talking first.

"Is, it's still early this afternoon.don't start fighting the cave first." Akmal is holding a warning. It was as if he was not ready to accept the trials of life. The glass before him bears witness that Akmal was not yet ready to compensate for Fais's silliness.

Fiber still snared the throat after eating fish meatballs five seeds.

"It's a while, wait for the cave drink so first." Akmal continued to respond to Fais' silence with a pleasant look of horror. Worried that boy's gonna sulk. Because, if that's the case, Fais's cringe was more horrified than meeting the sen mothers to the right turn to the left.

"Gua really wants to take Mal seriously. So you don't have to be afraid, because the cave has no more weapons to attack you." There was a sincere smile this time engraved on Fais' face that captured Akmal's gaze.

"Well, what do you want?"

"What are your ideals?"

"Tumben nanyain ideals. But it's okay that question must be answered. The cave's ideal is to split." Answer Akmal.

Split themselves? yourself on the side? split apart? the sentence kept spinning in Fais' head. Don't-don't Akmal want to say that the fart can be split.

"What's on the other side?"

"Yes the cave is the one who split" said Akmal again still seriously say it. What he had said according to him did not drain the brain at all. It can still be said to be a good and elegant vocabulary.

Fais paused for a moment to ponder whether Akmal is actually an Amoeba species? until the next minute, he had finally connected where Akmal spoke.

"Who's got and what do you mean?"

"It is true hehe. Lah you yourself what are your ideals?" Akmal asked back.

"The simple cave ideals of Mal. I want to be a good person."

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