Fais's Writing

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When Akmal actually always extended his response to Fais's problems, all Fais could do was silence. What Akmal said is true. No matter how sorry for parents, Fais must not forget that every human being is not spared from error.

Finished giving a tip that Akmal also does not know why he tends to be more irritable to talk at this time than before, Akmal chose to be silent for a moment sitting on the floor leaning on the refrigerator. Akmal regulated his breathing. Talking too much about a father makes Akmal have difficulty breathing. A little tightness reached the chest, then calm a second later. Continue again tightness piercing the throat, until tears stem in the eye fertilizers. So it continues until the topic changes is no longer about a father.

"Sometimes the cave has a mind, why not orphan your rich." Lirih Fais's.

"Astaghfirullah. I can't say rich!" Akmal's crowded again. His annoyance was not playing this time to the point that his eyes were reddened to hold back what. He set his breath and then gurgled. Then Akmal hugged his knees with eyes glaring away at the kitchen ceiling. Civet woks can no longer comfort him. Dent pan is not enough also to be a joking jest ingredient. Things are too serious. Until Akmal spoke back with a stifled sob.

"Thinking for someone who doesn't exist and you won't be able to meet, it hurts more. It hurts." Akmal took a breath while rubbing his sore chest.

"That person in the world a little bit must have a mistake is. You don't have to go this far. The whole may but hate the same old man do not. Moreover, giving a long distance until Mr. Lu and lu also sure cave must be torture itself. You're tormenting each other again. Your mother too. Gua is sure your mother does not agree at all with your decision. He just can't say it anymore."

"Is, the cave people like to joke. Haha hihi here and there for the sake of making laughter to many people. But you know what's behind the scenes? if the cave again squirms the cave's mother tired abis nyari money, the cave is very sad. The cave called out to the real Father of the cave that would never come. Cave call sir... Sired.. " Till there Akmal was stunned. Neutralizing the turbulence of the sense that tormented his inner self.

Fais began to swing his hand at Akmal's back. Swiping slowly until Akmal is completely relieved and can continue the story.

"Sir.. Sired.. Akmal kangen Bapak's. Mr. sam-pe the sound of the i-lang cave will not per-nah there ja-waban is." Akmal's sobs are already unstoppable. A hiccup cannot be avoided. Along with this, Akmal's mother sagged behind the wall. He was no less sad than Akmal. Wept together in a separate room.

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Everything became melancholy for Fais who was losing his way. Despite that, Fais still remained silent without doing anything. There was no action that showed that he wanted to fix everything. Goods call Papah how he is, or maybe ask Papah where he lives now, Fais is still reluctant and chooses to be silent.

He is no longer with Akmal. The young man took his body and mind to a place he himself did not know where the limb was. At a roadside rice shop that was not too crowded with buyers, there Fais ordered a glass of thick black coffee, then set off a cigarette.

"What do you want to pack here?"

"Here, but then Mom. It's okay, right?"

"Oh yes, I'm not pa-pa." Said the mother. Fais continued, who smoked his cigarette to puff up the smoke. So it continues without any meaningful change. Just a cigarette that runs out shows that time has indeed passed.

On the crowded street outside, and also the smoke of the vehicle colliding with dust into one, Fais cast his gaze. The sound of the horn is mutually simple. Not to mention there were reckless motorists almost grazing the pelvic furnisher, all caught by Fais feeling empty.

G*blocks riding the bike. Grouse Fais. It turns out that he was not completely empty. He can still see what he has seen.

Until in the end, the pelvic furniture maker turned towards the stall that Fais visited. "Assalamualaikum ma'am, excuse me." Said the father of furniture sellers. Apparently the father was old, but still scavenging fortune by selling around.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Want to eat here or in the pack, sir?"

"Sorry Mom before, can not the food in exchange for this vegetable spoon?" Overturning the Father with a choked voice and breath that seems heavy. The father offered his merchandise in the form of plastic containers of blue vegetables.

The mother was full, then answered straightforwardly. "Oh, can you sir. Want to eat here?"

"Yes, rice is just like vegetable sauce." Pinta Father.

The father tends to the grandfather nodded weakly saying "the price of this centong may be the same as rice and gravy alone." Then he smiled. A smile that seems to be living life. Because Fais showed a gesture of wonder, the Father said again. "From the morning nothing has been sold. I had to change merchandise for food."

"Sorry sir, I can ask you something as sensitive as possible. Can I?" Ask Fais.

"Hey, please, son, just ask."

"Why don't you change two merchandise to get more side dishes?"

Before the father answered, a plate of rice had come with the dishes. Not only is there a vegetable sauce like what the Father asked for. There are various kinds of side dishes available. Then the father scrunched his forehead.

"Mom, this seems wrong."

"It's not wrong sir. That was my order. For the addition of the side dish this Mas ordered."

"I bought it sir. I happen to have a lot of windfall." Fais exclaimed with a smile that began to rise.

The eyes of the twilight Father condensed. His mouth prays a do'a for the life-giving of the young man beside him.

"Thank you, son, thank you." The father bowed his head. "Before I eat I want to answer the question first. Swapping one thing I'm not feeling good, son. And the mother who assures may not be in need of this centong is a form of generosity."

Until then Fais already understood, that we as humans should not take advantage of situations that actually should not be utilized. Then Fais ordered his food to accompany the father to eat.

Silent. Eating should not talk much. Due to the high curious factor, Fais finished eating asking questions back until they engaged in an intense chat.

"Daddy has a child?"

"It is far away" said the Father. His face turned soft.

"Went off the island?"

The father shook slowly. "No son, we're not far because of distance. But kept away by circumstance."

There was something sliced there, but it wasn't the mother's knife that cut the vegetables.

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