Your Spirit from the Water of My Eyes
S2 Chapter 59. Opening Heart.
As soon as the race began, Fathir and Faiz jumped to the edge of the tent while holding a rope on each side. Ayun and Adel also did not want to lose, they immediately held the end while encouraging.
Everyone cheered loudly, many of them recording the race so they could be imagined.
The sweat of Fathir and Faiz was pouring out of having to work on it quickly, Ayun and Adel were even stunned at the speed of the father and son.
"Be careful, Faiz. Watch your hands hurt," said Ayun.
"Aw!" Faiz squealed in pain when his hand was accidentally hit by the tip of the wood, but Ayun had just finished reminding.
"You okay?" ask Swing in panic. He immediately tore off the tip of his hijab to seal the wound that was on Faiz's finger.
Faiz was silent when he saw what Ayun was doing, suddenly his chest felt warm and pounding.
"Later we borrow P3K to clean the wound. If the pain rest, do not be forced yes," said Ayun.
Faiz nodded with doubt. "It doesn't hurt, Auntie." He immediately crouched down to continue the race with a flushed face.
Ayun himself was happy because Faiz had been willing to call him aunty, while Fathir who had been paying attention because he was worried seemed to smile with relief.
15 Minutes had passed, and each team was already close to finishing their work making everyone giggle in awe.
"We're done!" said Fathir and Adel simultaneously, while Faiz still tied the last rope.
"Well, they're great."
"True, Mr. Fathir and Faiz are great."
Everyone praised their work accompanied by a very lively applause, making Faiz lowered his head with a reddened face.
"You are so great, Faiz," cried Ayun with enthusiasm. He held onto both of Faiz's shoulders gently, and gave a warm look and a sincere smile.
Faiz's face turned even more red when he saw her. "Thank you. But, we lost." He said sad.
"Losing a win is common in a race. But look, everyone is very amazed by your greatness," Ayun said, pointing at the people who cheered Faiz.
Faiz nodded his head happily. He smiled, but as he looked down so no one could see his smile.
"My son, congratulations on being a winner" said Ayun while hugging Adel tightly.
"Yeay, we won. Om Fathir is the best" cried Adel while cheering with pleasure.
Fathir smiled in response to Adel's remark, then glanced at Faiz who was also looking at him.
"You're great, litle bro. It's nice to be racing with you" Fathir said, gently patting Faiz on the shoulder.
Faiz nodded. With hesitation he hugged the arm of the papa because he still felt embarrassed if he immediately hugged his body.
Sensitive Fathir immediately wrapped his hands around Faiz's shoulders, then tightly embraced his son's body.
Faiz felt really happy today, to the point that tears wanted to break out of his eyes. He then looked towards Ayun who was also looking at him.
Swinging back into a smile while nodding his head, he knew very well that Faiz's gaze was filled with abundant gratitude.
The four of them were photographed and rewarded by the principal, four tickets to enter the game.
After everything was done, everyone gathered for lunch together. Since that race, Ayun and Fathir have always been together. Likewise with Faiz and Adel even though they often fight and jotos.
"Thank you for today, Miss," said Fathir as they returned to the tent to rest.
"I'm just an intermediary, sir. You and Faiz are both excited," said Ayun.
Fathir nodded his head. If he had cared for Faiz for a long time, his son would not have suffered for too long.
Two hours later, everyone returned to the field for the race. Each child and parent will pair up, there are also games for children only.
The atmosphere was filled with laughter and happiness. Everyone seemed excited, especially Faiz and Adel who from now on had become rivals.
Ayun and Fathir also come into play. Starting from dangdut ball, paddle shoes, until jaran shake also they follow.
Not felt, time passes very quickly. Everyone was already overwhelmed by feeling tired, especially Adel who was so until the tent immediately fell asleep.
"Go take a shower, son. Later the night hunt," said Ayun, but his daughter was no longer aware.
Swing looked at the clock on his wrist that had shown at 5 pm. He then put on his necklace and prepared to look for wood. He deliberately did not invite Faiz because he knew that the child must be exhausted.
"Where are you going?" asked Fathir who had just come out of the tent.
"I want to find wood."
"In the meantime, let me call Faiz."
Swing instantly stopped Fathir by accidentally pulling his hand, making Fathir fall into a stiff silence.
"No need, sir. Faiz must be tired because it had finished playing," said Ayun. He then released Fathir's hand when he realized he had grasped it.
"How about I call you Swing. What can?" ask Fathir.
Swing was silent when he heard it. Actually he had no problem at all wanting to be called a name or not, but he felt shocked because Fathir said it.
"You can call me Fathir, how?" continued Fathir. I don't know what demons are possessing him right now, which he definitely wants to change their calling.
"Well-well. It's up to An-I mean it's up to you" Ayun replied stuttering.
Fathir smiled happily when he heard it until he did not realize that Faiz was already standing behind him.
"Faiz? You startled papa," said Fathir sharply.
Faiz poked his lips. He did not expect that the father would ask Adel's mother for a non-formal call.
"Come, let's find Auntie's wood!" bring Faiz.
"Let alone aunt, you will be tired of playing" said Ayun.
Faiz shook his head. "If Auntie goes alone, there will be a big mosquito to follow."
"Faiz!" Fathir growled in annoyance when he heard Faiz's words, while Ayun looked at the father and son in a clueless manner.
Faiz then immediately invited Ayun to look for wood around the back of their tent. No need to go too far, afraid later even lost.
"What's this?" faiz murmured when he saw a rope tied to the tree.
"Don't hold it, Faiz. It will be dangerous" said Ayun.
Faiz nodded in understanding. Then suddenly his foot accidentally stepped on another rope making a stone slide from the top of his head.
"Faiz!"
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Tbc.