Buih Becomes a Tapestry

Chapter 31

"Dad?" Lula muttered inwardly as she knew the face of the middle-aged man opened the door next to the wheel.

"Hurry up!" The touch of the mustachioed man made Lula aware of the daydream. Lula walked in and sat down next to the man she called father just now.

The black car soon disappeared from the crime-prone area towards the highway.

"Thank you Sir, you have saved my honor!" lula started the conversation. Every now and then, Lula took a look at the familiar man's face in her brain.

"Yes, you're lucky to meet me. Don't worry I'm a good man! I also have a daughter your age. Do good to impact my daughter if something happens the same thing with you." said the mustache man relaxed while remembering his son who was suffering from a breakup.

From her style of speech, Lula remembered very well that this man was someone she hated very much. Gibran Farhah's.

"That's lucky I got to meet you, Dad. Did you forget about your daughter on this one? I'd rather pretend I don't know you to dig deeper into his family that he loves more than I do." - Lula.

"I once got advice from a senior teacher, that when doing good to someone never expect to get the same kindness from the person concerned. The warning given, still from a teacher, is so that we are not disappointed. Be reminded that very few who have received kindness are able to remember the good they have received. Mostly because they forgot." said Lula at length who made Gibran offended.

"Such a damn girl!" inner Gibran did not like but as a parent to be respected he was relaxed even though he was indifferent.

"Well, you're right. It seems like you are not an ordinary girl, your speaking style shows you from among the elite. "congratulate Gibran.

Alula laughed a little.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just an ordinary girl born from the womb of an ordinary woman too." said Lula.

"You're not wrong, why apologize to me?" Gibran stopped his car because of the red light.

Alula smiled as she thought that this father needed to be taught a lesson.

"You said earlier that you had a daughter?" Gibran nodded then Alula continued speaking.

"Surely your daughter is also very good, can go to high school of course. It's lucky he has such established parents like you."

"I'm established as you can see it's not easy, I have to work hard to survive and for a small family. Working during the night, not even sleeping at all I've ever been." said Gibran arrogantly, who accidentally made his speech tight in Lula's heart. How not, which little family did he mean. Even when his mother died he did not care and did not come to serve.

"I'm also your little family, father," Inner Lula sliced.

After the green light came back, Gibran launched his car. Alula wants to give a scathing critique of her father's past. If he was a drunk and a slacker. Every day I raise my hand to ask my mother for money. What hard work does he mean?

"You're right, a great effort we can't get if it starts at zero. Starting from a small effort that we do without having to ask - ask for others." hearing Lula's words, Gibran a little emotion and did a sudden braking.

"What's up, sir?" asked Lula who turned out to be more sensitive, she knew that her father was offended.

"No. Nothing, I almost hit a cat who wanted to cross." Gibran said.

To allay Lula's suspicions of her being offended, after driving off, Gibran again boasted.

"You too can be a successful person if you imitate the way I work."

"Thank you for your advice!

We often hear the phrase 'little bit, later become a hill'. Great things are not always born of great work. Big things can also be born from small things or look trivial, but gradually become big. Well that's it.., indeed, we often only see everything from 'results', but we forget that the big ones could have been born from 'processes' a buildup that is small or considered trivial or considered a rancid mouse. A pile of sand that was once just small grains could be a mountain of sand, or even a vast desert." Lula gave a counterattack. For a while Gibran was silent.

"That happens in our lives, too. We often underestimate the little things, but the little things are worth, even if they accumulate, they become big. We realize that a glass of water will seem insignificant if juxtaposed with other luxurious drinks, but water can be very meaningful for someone who is very thirsty in the hot sun." connect Lula.

"You've gone too far!" Gibran stopped his car suddenly.

"I did good to help you from those bastards. But what recompense did you give? An unrelenting nonsense!" Gibran's touch was ignited by Alula's words.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just straightening! Small good deeds are often considered worthless. Throwing a thorn from the middle of the road seemed trivial, but if it was not removed, there would be someone injured."

"People who have been given kindness should repay kindness. But what happens is not always so. Many people do good, but then it is returned with bad or at least the good is forgotten. I'm so grateful for the ride you gave me. Honestly there was no intention of me to make fun of Mr." after that Alula was silent.

While Gibran took a deep breath before throwing it slowly. Meet new people but have managed to make him realize where he came from first. Gibran neutralized this awkward atmosphere.

"How can you be in this place?" continued later. Lula snapped from the daydream.

"I was having problems with my husband, so I chose myself for a while and subconsciously targeted me to get to where I was" she explained, indulge the problem to slightly vent the sense of tightness that may if delivered will feel better.

"Young couples are sometimes very unstable in making decisions. Think with a cool head in action, don't be rash if you and your husband love each other!" the words of this man named Gibran have a point for Lula. Feeling the advice of Lula refused to talk again.

"Yes" Lula said briefly without refuting.

Gibran opened the car door.

"I don't think those bastards can chase you anymore. You can come down now!" gibran said it turned cold.

Alula who was feeling presumptuous before descending nodded respectfully.

"Who is the name of Sir? If I meet you later someday, I can say hello to you."

"Gibran Farhah." said the man who turned out to be his father who seven years ago left him and his mother without a sense of responsibility.

Hearing that name was as if Alula opened an old wound.