Fais's Writing

Anxiety

Hopefully Nabila. May you not hate the word love.

Instead of saying that plainly, Fais simply smiled sweetly without being able to answer. Bright skies, an atmosphere that is not as rowdy as usual, as well as a silent cell phone silent silent silence, helped become a successful team of the inauguration of the anniversary of a couple. Today, December 13, 2022, early Friday 19, 1444 H, Tuesday Pon.

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Aww...

The knife hurt Ma'am's finger. The initial wound was gaping without any flow in tightly held while being blown. Then blood slowly came out from that gaping pain incision.

If at home there is only one man, then Bu Imah will act independently. Anything has to be done and everything has to be done on its own. Including treating wounds.

Bu Imah ran to the garden next to the house. Take one or two leaves of blakacida then in a rough mash. After that he tore the used cloth to bandage the wound together with the medicine he made.

And a bottle of red medicine that was lying inside the p3k box was staring at the nanar behind the clear box door. Paying attention to the movements of Bu Imah earlier.

Bad feeling keeps this up. What is this about? Do you want to cry?

While clad in fingers, Bu Imah serves the intuition he is feeling. The shadow of Papah and Fais flashed in the mind that was far away there. Then do not linger Bu Imah took a mobile phone asking news of the people who are in mind one by one.

Starting with Papah.

"Well, where else?"

"Againn't want to go home Mah. What was? Anyone want to be tipped? Or is Mom sick again?" Papah. His attention is incredible.

"There's nothing Pah. It's just it's just. Papah Tumben is going home."

"Be home suspicious late, go home quickly in tumbenin. Huh the Mamah."

That's human. Whatever the answer, there will always be other responses that need answers.

"Hehehe, yes Pah. Be careful on the road. Mom always waiting at home."

"Yes my dear."

Bu Imah's turn to contact Fais. One call was still not answered. Ms. Imah repeated the call accompanied by a feeling of anxiety.

Tut

Tut

Tut

"Yes mah"

"Where's fais?"

"In Mama's heart."

"Why did Mom call Fais? Kangen?"

"Yes, Mama is lonely is no friend fight."

"Yailah Mamah, yasudah later when you get home, Fais make a fuss. Oh yes Mah, what's cooking today?"

Cook what today is a question that has not been absent since Fais sat on the SD bench. The question is like a habit that would be strange if you missed an item one day. Same with us coming home. The question is always where the mother is. Either ask yourself questions or to people at home other than your mom.

And if it's been found there, it's seen his face, yes already. It's just nothing and nothing. Then the atmosphere of the house will feel comfortable again. The world will feel fine.

"You don't cook my darling, why don't you? We'll eat out. Papah also returned quickly. No permission to stop by again"

"What a great idea, we haven't come a long time ago. Fais closes first Mah. Fais wants to open the door."

"Yes is."

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Uh for a second, why is he dead still no Fais voice?

"Hehehe" Fais chuckled behind the open door. Ma'am Imah was flabbergasted, "baby, when did it come?"

"Fais' phone is very fitting up front."

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After ten, Fais' father arrived home and enlivened the atmosphere.The anxiety that had attacked Bu Imah had begun to erode with laughter that filled the room.

Perhaps, Ms. Imah feels lonely and negative thoughts haunt her.

While the event went together there was still thirty minutes left. Fais' father used it for a bath. Her mother prepared everything, the needs of her husband and the needs of Fais.

Yes, Fais needs. Prepare warm water one bucket with a rag. Later will be used Fais for laundry, laundry in the sense of drowning the body because it does not shower. Because if he gets a shower, he'll be minus thirty minutes and end up with a schedule.

Once it was neat, there was a noise so loud. The roar of crying, the istighfar roared, making the atmosphere even more gripping. Fais automatically ran to follow his mother who was running first.

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Seriate...