Fais's Writing

Seconds of new sheet

Soon the year will change. Along the way down the city, Fais was presented with the sparkle of the world. The dim lights of the road also compete to drive out the dark united with fireworks. And Fais should be happy today with both his parents sitting on the passenger bench. But what Fais felt was nothingness.

After getting information from both sides - Nabila and Maya. About Sasmhita the target of Fais to be eliminated from the household story of his parents, the boy became calmer to carry out the mission. Now all he does is pretend to accept it airily, and bury all of yesterday's stories at the end of the year.

As if the year changed also to tear a sheet full of unwanted scribbles. Then open the new sheet. All they should know, the plain sheet was ripped from the previous sheet. Or maybe there was a crib from yesterday's dark streak.

"Well, Pah, are we going straight home? Do you want to stop by first?"

A moment of silence was slashed as Fais asked where they were headed. Papah and Mamah turned to Fais who was changing the transition. "Go home, is." This is Mamah's voice. If Papah since that incident, tends to be more quiet.

"Ready"

The speed of the car that had moved slowed down waiting for an answer to where, immediately darted as fast as gossip spread when it knew the direction was to go home.

"Will we be home burning what?" Suddenly Papah broke the stiffness.

Fais was about to answer, really. The man was going to say something like this: to burn the feeling that ever existed!. But this sentence is only held in the action (the base of the tongue).

"You're burning the same feelings of demen as a lot of people." Mamah answered straightforwardly. The woman who had given birth to Marda junior was directly staring at Marda's version of the bangkotan. To see what kind of reaction will be shown. And Fais who was sitting on the steering wheel was busy muttering how could be just as gini yes his mind is the same Mamah.

"Don't burn, it will burn." Papah answered flatly. Very effective to make Mamah like a comic character is angry. Smoke and horns on his head.

Fais was clearly shocked. Papah can answer like a wick that is already wet with kerosene. Be the stove was lit, and make the ear winder Fais as well as make the air as if exhausted.

"Oh so it is. There is still a taste. Not if she's a widow to get married."

"Lagian Mamah just fishing. Papah tried to be quiet and never want to talk about it again."

"Here's your phone Pah"

"Nih" Papah actually thrust the flat object at Mamah. "Why are you Mah?" Ask Papah, when he saw Mamah scrol the message that the content is not important.

"Confidential"

"Don't look at chatan. The more you want to know, the more pain you get." Call Papah just to tease Mamah. Fais inexhaustibly thought his Papa had swallowed what food was today to speak the origin of good on the tongue.

And like a broken cassette, women will continue to repeat the strange events of the case.

Then Papah, men who had warm in the family more often silent with eyes turned up like a lot of burden whack. His mind was out of sync with what was being moved. Dazed papah. Half his soul is empty, no matter who confiscates it.

Fais is eager to shout "woi there's fruit of your love here." Instead of realizing the scream, Fais prefers to play music.

...Diary depression~Last child...

...It rained again tonight...... With memories that reveal wounds in the heart....

...A wound that should have been healed....

...I remember when Dad left and we started starving. The usual thing that makes me live on the streets....

...I don't understand the meaning of divorce. Destroying all the beautiful things I once had....

...It's only natural at this time..... I envy you guys...... A happy life thanks to the beautiful atmosphere in the house....

...Things I always compare to my dark life... There is no self-respect for my life to last......

The music is done playing, the voices of Papah and Mamah clashing are no longer heard. Fais of course kepo then glanced at the glass that showed the back.

Back there, Papah hugged Mamah.soot his wife that everything would be fine. "Father dear to you Mamah. Don't talk about it anymore."

Mamah was still hiccuping and it made Fais know that his Mom had cried. The boy thought Mamah was just arguing with Papah. The fact is mamah cries again, for his quarrel or for the child who has become a victim.

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Seriate...