Fais's Writing

Akmal can task

Fais was too afraid to say hello to his mother now. Afraid of her feelings getting crushed with Mamah's broken cry. And the universe, does not fully support Fais's intention of dodging the goods for a moment. Mom waited for him in the living room. In an undue situation.

The spontaneity stops stepping. Withdrawing so as not to be too broad mingled with the problems that plagued the Fais family. Akmal knows himself well enough. Whatever her relationship with Fais, Privacy is still privacy.

Mamah looked up to welcome the arrival of her son. A hiccup is still left there disturbing Mamah to speak smoothly. Not two words in the words, mamah even cried again as if he never knew how to stop crying.

"Mah" Fais grabbed Mamah's frail body. "It's okay mah, Fais will always be there for Mamah." Fais hopes that rubbing her mother's back repeatedly can calm the woman from the immortality. Mamah leaned on the shoulder of her son who is now growing up. The shoulders that were never imagined to be the backrest like this moment.

Srooott...

Fais. The man knew very well what sound just now was blowing the blue haru. Even Akmal's back that was sitting firmly outside suddenly lifted up. Fais was sure if he saw Akmal using binoculars, the boy was grimacing with rome feathers drumming.

Mom releases the warm embrace of the child. Unexpectedly, instead of mamah continuing to cry while telling at length how much pain was cheated, mamah even grinned while folding the tissue he just used. "You're okay, right?" Fais asked a little worried.

"You don't think the same as you. He says it's always there for mama, just as your snot voice is tense." Cela mamah shows rows of white teeth.

Lips can smile, speech can absurdly spark laughter. But the eyes cannot change. The eyes are too honest to describe what the body is feeling. Especially heart.

There was bitterness found in the long, endless hallway. Dark ambush colorful story that could decorate a house. That's all, really. No other will be found. Moreover, the matter of the word is fine, Fais will never be found as long as the child dives in the rain bead belonging to his mother.

"Yes Fais was just shocked. His voice echoed." That's all Fais can answer.

"Huh lebai Fais. Mama's going to the room first." Without having to hear Fais answer, Mamah passed carrying all the breath that felt tight. Amazingly, Mamah could still incise a small smile on the boy who was so worried. He has his own way of reducing wounds.

Where's lebai? Akmal just to shudder in horror.

Fais and Mamah never knew someone was sneaking in through the back door. Shivering coldly with the appearance of a rat nying slipped into the sewer. Wet, dirty, and melted. Salah Papah who prefers to destroy beautiful things to be remembered.

Can Papah if later the beauty is really a memory?

"Is, cave turning yes. If you need any word on the cave."

"Gua needs you to make Nenangin Nabila. Please Mal, now the cave is really no longer able to for a long time. As for ending it feels like the cave isn't ready by now."

"Because you're a bitch, baby?"

"No, the cave is still traumatized by the tears of women."

Akmal sighed. Trying to understand the position of people who again do not want to be disturbed but do not want also people who are used to being kept out of attention just like that. From this moment on, Akmal will be the man of dreams. In the sense of special attention to a woman with all her whimpering.

"If your girl is the same cave how?" Akmal said with culas. He was not really interested in Fais's duties being told to him. Especially about women, Akmal antipathy in pre-menstrual. The crying is not clear, the angry without cause. I want to get angry at a point. Imagining it all, Akmal felt like a nosebleed.

Especially about attention. Not infrequently attention will lead to feelings. The term friends eat rampant so the conversation because of the matter of the couple who turned to friends. Will it happen for them? Seems not.

"If Nabila demen same you that sign he did not really like the cave. But like the same cave attention. Aren't you?"

Akmal mangosteen, true also Fais said.

"Yes, yes, too. But the cave is not yet as reliable as you are in translating what women want. The cave still lapses into female language. Rich 'whatever' cave think it's vocabulary make a choice which is ok. It means angry hehe."

"Women are sometimes like that. If you are not ready the same things that mill around in your brain, rich women sometimes cry suddenly. The anger is unclear. The promise is for mercy, which means you're not ready to be a man."

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