Fais's Writing

Wh why?

Fais has arrived home with an unusual look. Papah who sees its existence does not need to think long to ask what the child is experiencing. Confidently - as if nothing had ever happened - Papah crisply asked Fais who was whistling Indian kuch kuch song Hota Hai.

The richness of the cave has begun to fall Akmal deh.

"Where is Papah's favorite son from? It's really nice. Can you know the story about?"

Haaa, what is this for? What did he say? Fais thought he was hallucinating in the middle of the night. But when Fais's finger ibi was squeezed by the door, the boy just believed what he was experiencing was real.

Fais did not complain. The pain he endured until it was completely neutral they did not meet each other again. The one Fais had originally found Papah's gaze sparkling with a raised lip line, had now turned into the most sorrowful look with anxious face water.

"Is, here try papah See your hand son?"

"No pa-pa. Don't worry. Fais is fine sir."

Both of them throw a glance in any direction with feelings that only in each understand. And Fais, with all his astonishment, and Papah with all his sorrow, heard the call of the Father.

"Can I have something, right?"

"What?"

"Fais why change Papah's call to Father?" Ask Papah carefully. Fais then did not immediately answer but the child finally blew his thumb which turned bluish bruises. Just as bruised as Fais's belief in Papah. Because often in the tons of times by reality.

"No boy, your hands are blue. Here's Mr. medicine."

"Gini-rich wounds how does it go? Let him be healed later too. And regarding the question about the call, Fais did not know why he wanted to call it. Why is it sir? Mind it?"

"No son, I don't mind at all. You can call anything as comfortable as you"

Fais can still sort the sentence between what should be said or not. Indeed, he changed the call because Papah could no longer be found anywhere. The figure of Papah who once disappeared without saying goodbye. It was hard to find in his blurry vision every time. For Fais had no light which he had thrown away before. Mamah was the only one he still relied on. Until now, Mamah no longer wants to comment anything about Papah.

And behind the door of the room there, Mamah peeked without interest with a grim face.

"Well, Fais wants to rest first."

"Son, you want to talk for a moment" Papah blocked his son's arm with a pleading look.

"Oh, what are you saying?"

"If your apology can no longer be held, you just ask you to hold this son." Papah thrust out a Map with his trembling hands. Fais's eyebrows are linked, could it be that you are sick? Ah, let. You have been living with illness all this time.

The apology of Papah is too much so that its existence becomes equivalent to the word welcome. Like clothes, sorry from Papah draped with demek towels in clothesline. Which will be reused when it has dried. The apology from Papah becomes like that, waiting for dry wounds can then be reconsidered authenticity.

Fais grabbed it, then the boy asked the father. "Like the beloved affair of the Father when in... where is it? if it is not wrong when Fais's birthday suddenly returned to the house of the car Mr. clean. Though the access to the house that there figure Sasmhita and the middle-aged mothers are quite clamped. Steam wash where sir? great as fast as lightning."

"So you know it is? Now I tell you how you can..."

"Hoooaamm" Fais yawned while faking a faint tendering on the shoulder of the sofa. Making Papah stop the explanation without being asked.

"Are you sleepy, are you?" There is a subtle tinge to the question that does not need the answer. It was as if Papah was a little impatient to delay the explanation the next day. But as a human being, as well as an old man, Papah should not be selfish.

"A little" he answered a little, with his eyes closed and a face drowsy.

"Then in the morning you will tell me everything. Now you just take a break, son."

"Yes"

Seeing that Papah and Fais had already dispersed themselves into their respective rooms, Mamah quickly jumped on the bed and curled up under the covers. Climbing under the covers is better than pointing at Papah with many questions. But in his heart Mamah wondered why Papah could get to Sasmhita again somewhere. And that's what that chocolate map gave Fais? Mama is getting intrigued by curiosity.

Once again Mamah asked why Papah was still with the figure of the asem tree dweller somewhere. Why oh why?

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