Fais's Writing

Lumer brownies

Here, in the early place the story of Fais and Nabila's relationship is racing without clarity. If the beginning of the story they speak four eyes at a canteen table under a starfruit tree, another case with the end. The two of them sat on a long bench just under the shade of the Trembesi tree.

"When, Sister Fais brought your favorite brownies. But sorry, this is not entirely chocolate using choco chips because half the flavor of matcha. Her sister is full of chocolate." Fais took out the contents of the food and drink bag he had prepared.

"Nih Sister also bought in Taro flavored drinks and also.. Sorry Nabila's birthday is late." A box of gifts with a pink ribbon was given Fais very late. Nabila take it, as a form of appreciating the gift of others.

"When you want to eat this now, right? Later the next one tastes Matcha Brother who eats. If you want, then Fais-"

"If you want to hug Kak Fais before eating."

Fais stopped moving as Nabila wrapped her hands around her waist and drowned her face in her chest. With a feeling of uncertainty, Fais let all this go with the flow.

Ten minutes passed without making a sound, Nabila let go of her embrace and then turned to look at the dimmer bronies in Fais's hands. "Sister, I want to eat that."

"Yes, Brother Fais is bribing you"

"No need, brother." Nabila took over the brownies who almost dredged a spoon in Fais's grasp. Nabila's attitude has shown a difference from before. What was originally Nabila would be excited when Fais gave a small attention, now it is no longer like that. As if stifled by all the taste.

Nabila gamang chewed the first feed, soaking the sweet chocolate studded choco chips full of freshness. The girl will usually be enthusiastic when chocolate melted on the sidelines of the tongue. Like a culinary television host, close your eyes while saying 'emmm' as a description of the taste so yummy.

This time, it's not so.

"When you know, brownies have a philosophy?"

Nabila. Fais's words just now were quite enough to grab his attention. Up to the brown at the tip of the lip Nabila which must be cleaned from there, becomes the next sign to strengthen if the Nabila that is now not the Nabila that used to be.

Fais's hand was not physically pushed aside by Nabila. But knocked out, by the intuition of the girl who wiped the brown stains on her own lips suddenly.

Fais understands.

"That feeling is diverse, from mutual love as should be men with women. It can also feel like love between a child and a parent. And also the affection between brothers like brother sister for example."

"If the brownie connoisseur likes it, the brownie can what brother other than sincerely himself consumed to please the person?" Ask Nabila. This girl is eleven twelve with Fais. Smart to string a stigma wrapped beautifully in a series of words. Although the content was about pain, in the hands of a person like this would be able to sound interesting.

"And if the taste is indeed positive, why can't it be constantly in fertilizer?" Nabila. The girl downed her Taronya to the toilet half.

"If the brownies are wrapped there are two types of flavors in one container, and some of them the connoisseur does not like, then the connoisseur will be able to eat half of what he likes." Fais answered. He tries to direct the conversation to the most important point.

"Like this Matcha, only Big Brother can spend because of you.."

"Yes, because I can't eat some of it at any time. But the question is why should there be two flavors on top of these Brownies?"

"Sir Fais also did not know Nabila, the oath of the brother was all brown pesennya, but reality says otherwise. If God wants us to do what? Nabila, you must be sure that there are other Brownies that will suit you. The whole brown topping is all and also the size fits."

"Because when the size is right and in accordance with our needs, then the sweet taste can be enjoyed completely." How to part like this is wrong. Want to be like valleys and mountains, or the fate of God though, still separated because love clapping one hand still feels painful.

Mau Fais spoke in a sweet way like anything, not necessarily prevent the tears Nabila flow wet lashes. Slowly crying began to be heard instead of the voice of Nabila's defense of Fais' desire to change the status of courtship into friends.

Fais silent. If the matter is with the tears of women, the man can no longer say a word. Only a gentle swab on Nabila's head could Fais do. And his amit-amit, that swab-hand felt so soothing to Nabila.

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Seriate....