Fais's Writing

The rain reminds me

The wind breezes of the rainy season fly garbage that is about to be executed. Dry leaf litter mixed with household waste, collected this morning to form a mound. This morning was too upset, so that the mound of garbage could not be burned. Because Fais no wind no rain suddenly permission to go in the morning blind Make Bu Imah lose half concentration. Women who are often called Mpok Imah feel something in their children.

Fais is so. His hobbies are joking like real comedians. Plus his best friend Akmal-sama gesreknya with Fais. Probably exceed. But his name is sad, he is reluctant to share it with anyone. Unlike the laughter that he always spread to all directions.

A lot of people say, 'people who like to joke aren't necessarily happy'. It turns out there is a point in that talk too. Fais did not even think, he used to think his life only knew about pleasure, but in fact he felt also his name was disappointed. He had thought, that soon a boy like himself would enter the ranks of the broken home children.

Where is he now?

The question will be found the answer when looking at a messy room than usual. Same with the owner of the room. Fais's facial water is like a sprai that no longer consistently covers the mattress. Really tangled.

Brakk. jpraat.jpreet..

Unfinished Fais dive into the eternal that is dominating the mind. Fais was already in the sound of a thump from the direction of his parents' room.

Following Mamah's voice, it was unclear what he said. The one caught the ear was only a high intonation sound. Sarat will be in pain.

Papah complained of pain, "forgiveness mah. Forgive me mah.." while rubbing the legs affected by the death of the wife. Blindly Mamah with all her might to vent emotions. Plastic back rake he made a weapon to bestow disappointment.

"For mah, Papah khilaf."

"Khilaf whatan, Brother from young never assorted now is old even keblinger. Cheating on people. Asterghfirullah..."

"Don't love me anymore.?!"

The thumping sound was repeatedly heard slicing. It is not Papah's feet anymore who become the victim of mutant immortality. The closet door almost collapsed due to the impact of the deadly sabetage.

"Well, calm down. We can talk about it." Call Papah in the midst of the terrible tantrum of Mamah. "What you want to talk about is fine." The man even ran out through the back door. Because his wife can no longer be conditioned.

Papah. Each step was accompanied by a hunting breath. But he still feels grateful since his wife did not bring up the word divorce. Let the swearing buzz in the head, yelling at it until the eardrum feels broken. As long as there is no word divorce.

Behind the house there are feathers with towering grass. The wild grass that crawled accidentally shrunk the feet of Papah until the man fell, mired in the bush that may be inside there are animals lying around partying. Papah's face was spruced with moist soil, yet he didn't care how dirty it was now. Eyes still towards the back door of the house expectantly.

Papah wrong.

Behind the back door no one came out to chase. No wife or child followed Papah. In fact, the door was as if screaming to drive away the man. Papah bowed lethargic.

So where are the boys?

He was there, Fais was in the back corner next to the house near the toren pole. The boy crouched down while smothering his ears avoiding the sounds of his parents fighting. The parents he loved.

Fais was just busy with his own feelings. So strange this situation, the caterpillar paused for a moment to see the condition of the rancid boy who often floated the caterpillars passing by. Tumben said, one second two seconds the caterpillar went back on its way. And..

Tui...

The caterpillar bounced far away, as far as the eye could see. Akmal. The man nudged using a lyre from a broom that was lying in the tabunan. A broom either intentionally or not has been dumped by its owner.

"If you want to cry, cry. No need to hold it"

Fais geming's. Too embarrassed for him to look at Akmal with watery eyes. "Do not be ashamed, friends, the cave will not say anything about you if for example this second also lum cry in front of the cave. Not only women have the right to cry."

A moment of cloudiness accompanied the sobbing. The drizzle started to come down. The splashing sound of water gutters drowned out the sobs that were racing with Mamah's cries inside. Akmal embraced it more than usual. Impeccably, without frills joking. Everything seems so serious.

December includes the rainy season. Last year Fais celebrated with a cup of warm tea and a book. Suddenly Mamah came undressing a thick sweater carelessly. Sometimes to Fais' head until the child's face sank helplessly. "Hahaha" So crisp is Mamah's laughter. Just like that, Fais had forgiven his mother's matchless silliness.

Then Papah came to give vitamins. "If the season is rich gini prone to colds. Fais if meler later kegantengannya disappear can be serious. As a good father, Papah makes yellow water."

Yellow water? the yellow is what anjirrr.

Papah and Mamah are just dumbfounded.

Rain water hit Fais's face. Sweeping a trail of tears there as well as realize Fais that this rain is not rain December last year. Full of jokes, full of laughter, rich in color.

Unlike now, it is so abstract to digest and then to understand.

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Seriate...

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