Fais's Writing

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Fais is neat with a batik shirt suit in black jeans. Fragrant already, handsome as well. Envelopes were neatly filled with money. Not to forget he looked up to make sure that the envelope was actually filled. Then the author of the novel rushed to pick up a famous partner who was none other than Akmal.

"Well, Fais said he wanted to do the same thing with Akmal." Is Maya here?

"Cie..cie.. surprised that Maya is here?" The phrase of Mamah's provocation filled the kitchen. Breaking through the awkwardness between Maya and Fais.

While Fais was still looking at Maya with a look of wonder, Mamah immediately explained to Fais that Maya was here at Mamah's invitation.

"Maya deliberately told Mamah to come here to help cook is."

"Cooking? What is this much about Mah?" Questions can be asked by Mom. But the eyes are still reluctant to move from looking at the movements of Maya. The girl was stirring the beef with spices that have been blended, then in cucuri soy sauce to taste and put in a presto pot.

Fais' smile expands. Pinter girlfriend candidates cook too.

"There's. What matters is that you don't hold it for long, huh? Spoutback. You're the same Mama Maya wait."

"Yes Mah. What is this show? There is no talk of any thanksgiving." After saying a sentence of rhetorical questions, Fais pamphit and passed leaving Mamah with Maya who was engrossed in the kitchen. There was relief in his heart seeing two loved women in different ways filling each other. Mamah is indeed unlucky in terms of partner loyalty, but Mamah deserves to be happy by choosing Maya as her daughter-in-law.

A warming heart accompanies Fais' journey towards Akmal's house.

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Where hajatan is.

Dangdut orchestra entertainment has shown the opening tones. The artists have tidied up to show their sweet voice through the song that will be played. Not a few people leave a song to bring the biduan. Akmal is no exception. The man even wanted himself to sing the song on stage without being shy of the audience.

Fais allowed his best friend to express himself. The boy did not deny and neither did he support Akmal with encouraging words. But Akmal and viewers need to know, Fais even though he is the person, he loves the people around him very much. In his way, with his clinginess.

Fais flashed a smile while his net aimed at Akmal's mischievous behavior taking the scales. He said, son-check son of a vegetable scab at Samson's meal. Practically make the audience laugh while looking at the cook who showed his teeth line when the vegetables are scrapped in touted.

"Joking viewers, it's just a test of the scales for cooks to get more excited. Isn't that motherhood?!" Akmal interacts like an MC. Making Fais hungry then gobbled up the Lampung banana that was lying in front of him.

Right. the cheers of mothers echo.

It is a shameful cave. Fais.

There was another sound Akmal took the tone, "Check one two three. "the piano intro strains can be adjusted. This time it's true. No plot twist like that.

"Every beauty...... Which is visible to the eyes.....Only shalihah's wife......World's jewelry....."

Akmal's voice grieved Fais's feelings. I don't know why he doesn't even know what's going on. It feels sad to whack, to tear apart a piece of organ called the heart. When the song titled Sholehah's wife played, it was Mamah's face that came to mind.

Inner Fais screams why a woman as sincere as Mama hurt her feelings, betrayed her love, in vain sincerity. Not wanting to be upset to win over him this time because Fais does not like to be upset, he immediately brushed aside the sadness by walking unsteadily towards the stage where Akmal was showing his abilities.

Fais whispers to the real MC to leave a song that will be sung next.

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Fais got up from his most comfortable seat and then adjusted his appearance before going up to the guarantee to congratulate the bride. Fais scanned Akmal's existence was his sidekick ready? in the end Fais sighed as he saw Akmal still clinging to his chair. Fais was inexhaustible, Akmal who whined home he was also the one who still wanted to linger.

"Mal, hayo..don't say no so!. The cave is standing now." Fais's gaze was like it would damage Akmal's middle double hair.

"Yes yes, ntar first. You sit down again, help the cave."

Though Lazy, Fais follows Akmal's orders to sit back. Actually tense, but how else. Akmal if not followed by the barrel is not spread until the new year.

"Why are you? got a glue trap and you can't stand?"

"Not so, so the story is like this. The cave had bought an envelope of a thousand there were four seeds, which one cave filled with money. The other three are empty, right? the cave time is empty. The cave dwells in the house."

"Kok you pinter the Mal?!"

"Hehehe, you just found out that the cave is pinter. So sorry this cave ask isiin first same you. Later in the cave house replace."

"The cave is good, so there's no need to change." Fais was busy reaching out to save Akmal from the precarious situation.

"THAT'S SERIOUS!" pekik Akmal's.

"Seriously, it's a very nice cave man." Fais is still in rapping mode.

"Is.is. Let's see there!" Fais's head forced Akmal to turn to where - Papah and Sasmhita were talking to each other.

"Let's spout!" Fais on Akmal.

"Where are we?"

"Many of your nanya are rich Dora"

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Seriate....