Fais's Writing

Dating

He said Sunday night was the time to visit his girlfriend. After returning from Akmal's home, Fais prepared to drink the sweetness of Sunday night by looking at Maya's smile. Just his smile. After what happened, it was another story.

The car has pulled over in the courtyard of Mr. RW's house. Today, Fais has gathered much recommended data on his parents' weekly nightly ordinances. About the 1990s. Not without reason the theme is carried out, because his heart worship is asking. And what Fais will try this time, is the result of recommendations from Bu Imah. The mother who befriends Papah tonight.

Some time later, Papah more often at home spend a lot of time for the family. Only occasionally did Papah go alone for work problems. Mamah had forgiven Papah completely even though something that was destroyed could not return to perfection as before the destruction. Amazingly, Mamah can still overcome the remnants of the crack behind the adhesive glue.

"Come a, get off. But we're doing it first, right?"

"Yes dear"

Maya speechless. For the five seconds that were missed Maya just pecked pervading the word dear. "What's the matter May?"

"No pa-pa a."

Maya hurriedly opens the car door to distract Fais' charm which she regains in solitude. Then suddenly a warm hand stopped his movement suddenly "Silence here May." Said. Again Maya made could not be cut by Fais. As the Maya's tears showed a skeptical look, Fais smiled honey and said:

"Aa just want to open the door for Maya from the outside. Let the rich prince pick up his daughter's master."

If there is Akmal there, it is certain that Akmal's talented mouth will greet Fais with the sentence, so that the rich driver will pick up his master.

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That night, the song from legendary singer Rhoma Irama also clogged the dates of two young people. The music comes from the sound of the movie that is waiting for a stretch of white screen showing the story. The music also accompanies the back and forth of the guests who are alternating. Usually, the films played are nuanced in the 80s. There are horror, comedy, and romance genres like the old guitar movies for example. And tonight the film that will be played will end the same.

The music is well absorbed in the recesses of Fais's heart. Every word for word, verse by verse, touched the asmaraloka room. He momentarily closed his eyes, breathing how the air was that night. Smell at every event that happens clearly. His snacks, frenetic, and with whom he spent the story.

When you are beside me heart of shahdu...

One day I did not meet my heart of longing...

Fais opened his eyes while a melodious voice followed each song. Maya looks at him intensely, the first time Fais discovers the existence of Maya singing. Ah Maya makes the heart of the cave frown.

For a moment, they were caught in silence. Until that moment was over when Fais reached out to take the pancake in front of him. Who would have thought, Maya also has the same intention until their hands are stacked in one moment of time.

Maya hurriedly pulls her hand and smiles, allowing her to enjoy the sweetness of the warm pancakes. The young man who was welcome, happily plucked one without feeling distressed by Maya's setback.

One pancake that Fais had just picked up, he pointed it at Maya's lips. "Now, Aa's a bribe."

Moments later Maya greets Fais' feed with joy. Ignoring the sweet stares of those around him. Those who watched may have been condemning Fais' most anjrit romanticism.

"May, if it's less sweet say yes. Let Aa add to her sweetness."

"less sweet a."

"It's less sweet that Maya didn't take Aa's bribe either." Over the side, instead of the pancake that He offered, Maya pinched the cake next to her that was sweeter and wetter.

"What's this?" Fais asked as he chewed on Maya's feed cake. In each bite Fais tried to examine the condition and structure of the material used. Kind of like donuts but not. Ring cakes but not similar. Whatisthis? Fais wondered at the increasingly festive Mayan rarity.

"Jalabia a."

Jalabian?

"The film already wants to start a, we are here just what do you want to take a position? Or will I continue eating? There's still meatballs, chicken noodles, same ice mix."

"Aa wants to stay here. If Maya wants to snack again it's okay pesen only. But one portion does not need two. Let's eat one bowl of both."

"Aa instead of being stingy, dear, I feel like Aa is a bit full. Then Aa also again wants to eat one spoon with you. It's okay, right?" Now the girl held the weight on her right shoulder as Fais dropped on Maya's shoulder.

"Jude, then. Just finish the cake. After this Maya wants Aa's cold love."

Cold is associated with many things that smell funny, jutek, and so forth. Cold is also widely used for the expression of a warm atmosphere that has disappeared. Cold house, cold attitude. But for tonight, the cold will be in use Maya to warm the atmosphere. Cool the old heart. And they cut the distance between them.

"So the spirit of eating the cake. Let the cold quickly stir." Then they laughed together. His laughter was not discordant, his laughter was as lively as sincerely describing that they were very happy tonight.

"May.."

Because Fais was leaning back, making the young man look up when he wanted to talk to Maya. The one called directly down. Staring at Fais with a gaze of deep love.

"Yes a, what's wrong?"

"Sugary"

"What's sweet?"

"Kuenya" he said so. But the full netra of Fais's dream was very focused on Maya's smiling ruum lips. With a spontaneous motion Maya rubbed Fais' cheeks and let her warm hands perched there for a long time.

Fais never knew, that Maya saw Sasmhita stepping towards them. To be exact, Sasmhita came as usual to accompany the coffee-cocking battery. Where Fais and Maya jajaki, is Sasmhita's usual place.

As Fais knew, Maya rubbed it gently until it was lulled in a calming current. Fais closed his eyes for a few seconds.

Aa Fais had suffered enough. Let me take care of him as much as I can. Mayanist.

Then Sasmhita's back turned around. Away, until it turns into a point in the darkness. Then lost in the sunyinya swallow at night.

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Seriate...

The sweet ones first yes. We relax first bari ngopi.

Oh yes, minal aidzin wal Faizin. Sorry if there is a wrong word, wrong miss, or wrong taste.

From me, who doesn't want to put love wrong. Hehehe

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