Fais's Writing

Returnees

After returning to take Maya home, Fais sat in the living room with a night coffee. Fais does not like caffeinated drinks when night falls. But for now, he needs it to undergo a proof. He really misses someone he calls Father.

The wall clock also accompanies the welcome carried out by a young man named Fais. The details are similar to the countdown, where Fais will soon see the state of Papah that he had been asking himself how his condition was. After little by little Fais knew the facts that were happening, that was where his heart was moved to want to see and hear about Papah again. Akmal said that longing for people who are gone has no way out. He also said, at any time undergoing disobedience, will look pity in the eyes of others.

So before regret comes too late, it would be nice for him to be at peace with himself. Forgive completely because every human being always has mistakes. Not in spite of what he did.

Mama was asleep from half an hour ago. The silence of the night crept in every recess of Fais' heart. More precisely he let the silence of the night rule him in a wait. And when the long hour hand had pointed at the number twelve, Fais's incense heard someone's voice coming.

Fais moved to take a position that has been directed by Mamah. Right, Papah was outside the window staring deep inside.

Papah stood for about five minutes just to scan with his own wry gaze. Afterwards Papah went to the direction where there was a relaxed bench on the veranda of the house. The highlight of Fais is-Papah holding a carrying bag exactly the bag when Papah comes out of the house.

Papah put his body there. Without blankets, without proper flats. His face is thin but can still be said to be well-groomed. No shabby and no tangles.

Wait, Fais's heart was slashed when Papah woke up again only to pick up a worn-out banner that was helplessly bent. Papah returned to his body and used the banner for a blanket. Then Papah closed his eyes, turning his back on Fais's visibility with regular breathing.

Fais opened the door, shaking for a while until finally bending his knees to drop his body parallel to the position of Papah asleep. At the feet of Papah Fais speaking alone.

"Banner small. My feet are not covered by the night wind. Nih Fais wear socks to keep warm. By the way socks, this is a gift from Maya for you. Sorry Fais just love her now."

While continuing to put on her socks, Fais smiled bitterly at whatever was looking at her.

"Eh, but this is the banner on ripped sir." After saying so, Fais' voice was already trembling. Just waiting for the moment his voice sounded a sniff.

"Fais change this blanket, right? What will...." Fais paused for a moment his sentence to take a breath.

"Will you go inside, sir? Into our house." At the end of his eyes, there drops of water down his cheeks. Papah was still snoring, as if lulled into endless beautiful dreams.

"Sir, Fais went inside first huh. The door is not Fais key, so if you want to go into the house is not trouble."

Fais left. Leaving Papah who still closed his eyes. The sound of the door closing ended Fais' conversation with anyone who would listen. On this cold night, Papah was crying in silence. Listening to all the babbling of her child which is all about affection. About attention. And about the house where they live.

Papah sat down later after making sure Fais' room light went out. He rubbed his tears and expelled the tightness that spread in the respiratory cavity.

You're the most failed father in the world, Marda. You t*lol is a person. Papah cursed to himself.

Instead of entering the house, Papah chose to lay down his body again. It was fine for his body to break back into the night wind that carelessly smashed into his skin. Papah is still too embarrassed to return to their home.

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If usually Fais wakes up when the sunlight barges in, this time Fais always wakes up in the morning blind. Fais dared to peek at Papah outside because there was no sign of Papah inside the house. Papah's still there. Tidying up the last night had warmed her body to then Fais took it back. Another thing with socks. Papah kept it in his bag while vaguely saying thanks to Maya and Fais.

Degs..

Fais's feeling sighed. All his words last night were heard by Papah.

"Sir, where are you going?" Prevent Fais.

"Where to? My dad's house is here."

For a while there was only silence between the two. Until Papah's voice interrupts.

"Father is ashamed of you." Papah. Then Papah slowly continued his departure. Fais freezing.

"Sir"

Papah looked over without much hope to be accepted back. Papah has surrendered himself completely, to the consequences of his past actions. Promises are promises, memories are memories. There is no promise that Papah can say now. And no more good memories can be carved.

Papah's mouth was too faint to say that Papah should leave here. Papah's tongue is too groggy to say that he wants to prepare merchandise. Finally Papah just said that he had to leave quickly.

Without looking

Without a proper name

Until Papah's strapping back shrinks in the distance, Fais is still at home staring at Papah's departure where he is fixated.

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Since she has been dating Maya for a long time, her good influence has begun to permeate the path of Fais' mind. The child of Bu Imah did not give up just to restore the situation. At least he should be able to make Papah no longer self-cursed.

At the hour Fais should have reached work, the boy was rolling around in bed. The motorbike he revealed so that someone who wants to come does not turn back because of its existence.

"Neng, Brother came. Wanna need what? Have you had breakfast yet?"

As usual, Fais' parents would call the fashion of youth if there were both of them. And Fais just found out about it.

Mamah also replied with a letter that he wanted to accompany Papah to make fried food. And when Mamah looked at the basket of stalls, Mamah sighed for a pile of unsold fried foods.

"yy.ang ss.ab.ar yes bbng." said Mamah trained.

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Seriate...