Fais's Writing

Akmal's watch

"There is a rich story, until you aspire to be a good person. Gua thought your ideals wanted to be a budding netizen." Akmal said as he grabbed the drink that had just landed on the table.

"Yes, one day..." Fais begins the story.

Flashback

Fais came back to the place where he promised to return. Grandma's old house always reminds Fais of simplicity.

Hunger is a form of taste, while Moral is a way. When a feeling always demands to be fulfilled, do not forget the way in which it is taken. Important, because we do not cause shame to ourselves. And it ends in grief throughout the painful daydream.

To start the conversation, Fais did not want to ask where the boy's parents were until they lived only two.

"Grandmother, have advice for a young man like me not? To live life worthily." Fais opened the chat cross-legged on the bale. Still in the same bale, in the corner there is a pile of souvenirs given by Fais.

"Yes advice?"

"Yes grandma"

Before moving his mouth back to answer, Grandma was riled up. "Grandmothers have also experienced life as unworthy as Nak Fais meant. His name is human, there's always a dark story before it brightens. And there's a story of light before dark."

"Grandmother feels inappropriate to patronize. But grandma will share the experience of the wisdom behind the ordeal."

Fais is enthusiastic when he has listened to the stories of previous people. No wonder if the spectacle at home Angling darma, said tinular etc. The books he read were more about history.

Fais heard a lot of grandmother's stories starting from his youth. The time when he was married to his parents. The time when there are still colonial colonies occupying Indonesia.

"That's when Grandma took a shower. Again the neem of water, overhead at the same time as the birds flying cannons also flew with each other."

"Aki (husband) had been in the long dig work there" grandma pointed at the direction with her index finger, her mouth spoke there but I don't know where she was. "Wear pacul." Further again.

"Well, that could be it, Grandma. Continue..continue..?" Fais confirmed the sitting position that was felt to have made his legs tingling.

Then Grandma continued to tell me longer and wider. In the end, my grandmother ended her sentence like this.

"If we are faced with the same people who have made mistakes. And the victim is us, never in vain. Thank you, try not to always remember the pain. If we are sincere, the heart is calm."

Fais looked down inside. Maybe he doesn't know what it's like to be in Grandma's position. It is also possible that Fais was too early to swallow the bitterness of life. As Fais knew, all he had was the work of his parents. It was not yet at the point where he had to fight.

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"So that's the story of why you want to be a good person. Hemmm, oh yeah is that his granddaughter's school isn't it?"

Dry conditions like this are the same as joking. The difference if the joke is dry is the teeth of the viewers who watched. Not throat. Because if they both have joked, Fais and Akmal can cause endless whirring.

"Darguably yes, try to send the address to the cave is. Later the cave sendin the cave books SD same science that the cave has."

"Are you going to school?" Akmal appeared to make the second decision. He calculated how much savings he had in the rooster piggy bank. And that's when Fais caught a phenomenon where Akmal wears a dead watch.

Instead of responding to Akmal's melodic conversation, Fais suddenly asked what time it was.

"What time is Mal? seriously is it."

Akmal glanced at his watch, "just as rich" he replied. "Disturb the cave again count you ah." Akmal laughed saying that. Fais was too.

"Haha, what time is it?"

"Kaya kemaren anyway." Akmal insisted while taking a swing to run. Because otherwise, Fais would have replaced his watch with a painting watch.

Fortunately not on Akmal's side, he is caught and accepts Fais's mess.

"Is, let's just take the cave off for a second. The cave has important info."

"What?"

"Yesterday Nabila came running to the cave. He said there's something very important to say and it can't be represented."

"Don't make excuses to let you loose." Fais was still trying to take off Akmal's watch and painted a picture of the watch on Akmal's hand using a pen.

"True Is, he got his way into your hobby cave what."

"Keep you answer what?"

"The answer to your hobbies complicates living alone with hope. Isn't that right?"

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Seriate...