Fais's Writing

Wish it was just a dream

Days ran fast, and the moon passed quickly. At the end of the corner of the room painted ivory white, the wall calendar shows a row of numbers that have many bulges of markers. An indication that the date is allegedly has a certain record. It could be a happy day, a warning, or a debt due date.

Today, clockwise at 07:00, Fais looked at the calendar with a big smile. The figure that shows the end of the month ignited Fais' spirit to get out of his lazy mattress. Last night he had just returned home from college, though his body was in an incredible slump. And today it was as if his body had forgotten that last night there was such a boneless flesh.

"Eheeii. Want to buy Mamah bag ah let it look more cool."

The row of teeth that are raised, shows the morning sun that not only the sun is willing to help dry the clothesline, help photosynthesis in green plants, and repel the dark to light. Fais also wants to mean something to others. By turning his sweat into a smile for those he loves.

"Anjiiir.." Fais was shocked when he looked at his reflection in front of the mirror. "Kok cave is more handsome really fitting again payday" he said. No wonder the viewers. Because Fais is already in a state of shower.

Shower already. Wear clothes too. If breakfast is not asked, Fais from last night has not eaten anything even if only a grain of salt. His rumbling stomach has been wiped out by the tender fried cassava evocative. I don't know who's on the front desk of the television. Importantly this morning, Fais was already full with a lot of hope.

"Is, breakfast first? I made fried rice"

With a chew remaining one more time, Fais quickly swallowed the results of the chew. Then he took a glass of water in Papah's hand.

"Fried Rice what fried rice sir?"

"Just the same."

"Beda Pak. While fried rice results from activities. Fais wants to leave immediately. Then Fais was full after eating what was it...?"

"Fried cassava" said the father.

"No, Fais was eating fried cassava"

Much the same. Inner Father.

Both Fais and Father, they smiled for nothing. The atmosphere of family warmth that had disappeared had begun to penetrate the air in the room. At least until Fais realizes that what just happened should not have happened. The determination of his heart not to give room to believe in Papah back again intact. Stronger and more robust.

"Is when can we talk? I really have something to say to you, son."

"It's important?"

"important "

"Today, but not now. Fais is back home "

The Netra Papah is filled with stars. His light shone as if this was the new hope Fais had given him. The good part is, Fais wants to accept his request to be able to talk both to reveal what the child should know. Although Papah does not know exactly, the child can accept it or not.

"Is..." Mamah.

"Bantuin Mamah cleanin sawang huh? Mr. rapihin front yard because the grass has started to be high." Said Mamah.

"Well, Fais has the promise of Mah. So Fais is busy today."

"Well, what's busy?"

"Busy dating"

"Huh dating mulu.always we gather at home. Now there's always time for us." Mamah grabbed Papah's arm standing beside her with an awkward lip arch. Seeing how Mamah was now spoiled on Papah, like someone who had never happened anything painful before. Or did Mamah have a very powerful heart, to be able to overcome the fragments of heartache that was hit many times.

Instead of answering, Fais laughed and said goodbye to leave.

...🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃...

Who doesn't like twilight?

This question comes from Fais. Starting from a relationship with Maya, Fais so know the meaning behind the condition of the sky half dark while the sun is wanting to sink. In the past he often considered too cliche to describe the beauty of twilight. Now he realized, what God created is always beautiful and extraordinary for us to be grateful for.

Previously, Fais only saw the orange color gradation when the twilight came. He did not know that dusk would leave light, whether red, orange, blue, purple, pink and others. And twilight is able to present beauty in the moments of the sun to the contest. Take a break and then be ready to meet tomorrow morning with all the possibilities that occur.

Unfortunately, this afternoon dusk was covered in a muddy sky. A small drizzle slowly fell soaking the ground and the road was dry. Petrikor is the only aroma of Papah coffee in the morning. Forcing the sense of smell to breathe it deeply.

If we are disappointed with people, do not hate them too deeply. Who knows, one day we will open the door that we close.

But we shouldn't expect to be the same as humans. Is it a?

As the car drove down the deserted road, Fais's mind wandered. Maya's words again flashed on a hard thought. It all started with a gift he bought for Mom and Maya.

Equally a. Thank you also for the gift that has been given to Maya. Maya wants to give Aa a gift too.

What does she want to love?

Secrets of a hehe. Want to buy socks?

Naw. Aa is just a fad to look around. Aa remembered Father first. At the office hours to the mall just want to find socks, he said. Cheating is funny haha.

Maya smiles.

Up to this memory, Fais laughed bitterly. He snorted while changing the transition. The pace swallowed considering the drizzle turned into a dense rain. The distance between Maya's house and her house is not too far away. But I don't know what factor the current journey is so long with memories with Maya at the Mall this afternoon.

May, Aa go home first. Thank you today for looking for a gift. Take care of health, because Aa lately a lot of overtime. So Aa will rarely play here for your mastiin is fine. Sorry May for now Aa don't give you vitamin C just yet.

Yes a. Also take care of health. Oh yes, sorry Maya bought socks that Aa had seen. Give this to Father. Tell me this from Maya.

If we are disappointed with people, do not hate them too deeply. Who knows, one day we will open the door that we close.

But we shouldn't expect to be the same as humans. Is it a?

Fais silent.

Ciiiittt...

In order to avoid the downed motorcyclist, Fais swiftly stopped the speed of the car suddenly. Blackened tire friction over the apal. The young man's head almost hit the steering wheel. The good news is, the motorcyclist survived the impact of the speed of the car that Fais was riding. The father soon stood up from the fall.

"Brother not pa-pa? is there any injury? I'll take you to the hospital." Fais exclaimed at the father of a biker who was seen carrying a passenger of a girl. Maybe it was his son.

"I'm fine, Mas. I'm sorry so much because I fell down Mas it almost wretched."

"Don't apologize sir, you're also in trouble."

"I am first, Mas. Again, sorry and thank you."

Fais nodded. The net of slashing heavy rain staring nanar at the departure of the father of the biker. He's back in the car. Continuing the unfortunate journey felt longer.

"Focus is focus.." Said to himself.

After replacing his wet t-shirt with a sweater on the passenger bench, Fais gasped to continue the journey back.

...🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀...

Upon arriving at the yard, Fais put his car into the garage. At that time, Fais was astonished why in his house there were three neighbors behaving properly in his own home. One, Mamang Kardi is her name. He was seen cleaning the front porch floor from rainwater tampias. The second, usually called Mpok Sri. He was sweeping the floor in the living room. Well the third, Mr. RW local instead. He was welcoming the arrival of Fais.

"Sir RW same other tumben clean-up in my house?" Fais said with a sumringah tone.

Hearing Fais say so, the three men suddenly pias-faced. Inwardly, does this child not yet know?

"Where's the device?" Ask Mr. RW.

"There is a need. What is it, sir? Where are my parents going?"

Mr. RW is worried. "Your father hasn't called yet?"

Fais reached into his phone in confusion. He turned on the flat object then missed call notif 10 times from the Father appeared. There was a message left by my father.

After Fais read the message, the young man almost fainted.

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Seriate...