Your Spirit from the Water of My Eyes
S2 Chapter 58. The Race In Teams.
After a journey of approximately 2 hours, they finally all arrived at their destination. Everyone rushed down to enjoy the very cool and fresh atmosphere, moreover they lived in a city filled with commotion and air pollution.
"God, what a beautiful view," said Ayun when getting off the bus. His eyes stared at all corners of the place in awe, what a very calm and cool atmosphere.
"Mother, stand there. Let me take a photo" said Adel, pointing to a very nice place to take a picture.
"No need, son. Let's just get you here that mom took a picture of," declined Ayun. He was very indifferent to photos, especially in front of many people like this.
Adel gave his phone to his mother, she then stylish well and immediately photographed by his mother.
"Well, the picture is very good" cried Adel with enthusiasm.
Ayun nodded her head and approved Adel's words. A good view, coupled with the quality of a good camera also makes the photo look perfect.
Everyone was also engrossed in taking pictures all over the place, but not for Fathir and also Faiz who were in an awkward atmosphere.
Somehow this situation feels very good for the father and son, even though their relationship has begun to improve even though they are still silent.
"Do you want to be photographed too?" asked Fathir while glancing towards the son.
"No" Faiz answered quickly. What are the photos for, there is no use at all.
"Come, we'll go there!" take Fathir while stepping his feet towards Ayun and Adel.
Faiz was silent when he saw his papa coming to the woman. Could it be that my father likes it? No, it can't be like that. Looking around, it seemed like the age of the woman was older than her papa.
"Don't she have bad intentions?" faiz gumam. He quickly caught up with his papa and would prevent bad things from happening to the papa.
Ayun smiled as she nodded her head when she saw Fathir walking towards her and Adel.
"Om Fathir wants a photo too?" adel asked, he was already a little brave with the man after being lectured by his brother.
"No. Do you want to be photographed?" tawal Fathir's.
Adel immediately nodded his head enthusiastically when he heard Fathir's words, while Ayun seemed to shake her head as she had no intention of taking a photo.
"Come, Mom!" rayu Adel while putting on her puppy eyes face made Ayun lose.
Adel hugged the mother's arm tightly. He then told his mother to smile so that their photos would look good.
Several times Fathir took photos of them in various styles, making Ayun feel tired and immediately sitting on the grass.
"Okay, now it's Om's turn and also Faiz who I'm going to photograph" Adel said while taking out his phone.
Of course Fathir and Faiz rejected him outright. They are not used to it, and will surely die of style if taking pictures.
"Everybody's got a picture, why don't you and Faiz? Think of it as a memento" Pinta Ayun.
Adel also seduced Fathir to take pictures once, as well as Faiz who was immediately upset when he heard his appeal.
"alright, but later we have to take four photos" Fathir said.
Adel and Ayun nodded compactly, then started taking photos of them. Crazy, the results are great. The father and son looked like professional models with super handsome faces.
Adel then called his friend to take a picture of the four of them, with the formation of children in the middle and parents on the edge. Just like the spruce family.
All the students and parents gathered in the field at that place. The committee then distributed tents and snacks for them, then told to set up their respective tents.
"Let me just set it up" said Fathir when he saw Ayun and Adel were confused to set up their tent.
"What about your tent, sir?" ask Ayun.
"Faiz can do it alone" Fathir replied without taking his eyes off work.
"Help om Fathir here, Adel. Let me help Faiz."
Adel nodded in understanding then crouched down beside Fathir to help, while Fathir glanced at Ayun with a faint smile as he saw the woman approaching his son.
Faiz who was focusing on work immediately raised his head when he heard someone's footsteps, he then frowned confusedly looking at the woman who was approaching him at this time.
"He's very sensitive as it turns out." Swing smiled widely when he arrived near Faiz, although his smile was balanced with a sharp piercing gaze.
"We meet again, Faiz. Sorry if a new aunt can greet you," said Ayun kindly.
Faiz let out a rough sigh while lowering his head again. "Yes." Yeah."
Ayun was happy because Faiz wanted to return his words even if it was just that, at least the man did not ignore others.
"Just let go of your hand, let the aunt hold it."
"No need, I can do it myself" Faiz declined.
Regardless of the man's words, Ayun just grabbed hold of the end of the pole, making Faiz furious.
"After this we have to gather again on the field, so let's work quickly so as not to lose" said Ayun.
"Losing?" faiz asked in surprise. Are they playing, are there losing and are there winning?
"Yes. See, your papa's there setting up a tent. How about we race, who loses will get a penalty," continued Ayun. Suddenly he found the right game to repel the silence that occurred.
Faiz was silent when he heard it, he then looked at the papa who was also looking at him. "Who would." He said with a ketus.
Swing smiled, he then moved closer to Fathir and said about the race. I hope that man will do it.
"alright. What punishment?" ask Fathir.
Faiz and Ayun were stunned when Fathir agreed to play, while Adel cheered happily upon hearing it.
"Em .. how about if the losers get wood for our campfire tonight, all the water too?"
Fathir, Faiz, and Adel agree with the idea that Ayun gave. Then they re-open the bonds that have been installed in the tent because it must be started from scratch.
"Let's beat them Om!" adel with spirit.
"Of course, Adel. We will defeat them" said Fathir who suddenly became excited.
Faiz's blood was boiling upon hearing that. "That's impossible, that'll win it's us."
"True, we will defeat you," continued Ayun while raising Faiz's hand as a sign of being excited.
The people in that place were all interested in the race they were doing, even the loudest principal's father shouted to encourage Fathir.
"All right, we're gonna start this race. It is expected that all participants compete with sportsmen, are you all ready?"
"Yes, we're ready!" answer Fathir and Faiz's teams simultaneously.
"If so we start the race. Three, two, one, start!"
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Tbc.