Call Love to Tone

May it always be like this....

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Gibran was still confused and was still amazed by Nada's speech at that time. But he himself tried not to discuss what he thought, even though he was really curious. Especially with the words of Tone that threaten him as if he really does not want it to be known by others.

Nada, what the hell makes you like that.. I swear I was curious.. Inner Ghibran in a place.

Ghibran emang often go contemplating in a fairly cool and quiet place. Because according to him, the place that rame it even makes crushes.

He had been wandering in that place for a long time. And what he daydreams is none other than the tone of the cold girl. He again thought about what was going on, and why with Nada, the silent girl had stolen his heart from the first time.

Tuuut.. Tuuut....

The sound of the phone in his pocket. And when he saw, it turned out that there was a call from his mother.

Ghib, where are you? Hurry home.

"What's wrong? Tumben Mama inget same son?! It's always more desirable to work" said Ghibran ketus.

Ghibran... Don't be rude to you to be a child. Mama is like this also for your happiness.

"Mama and Papa are the same. That's always what you say. Where's the Ghib's happiness?!"

Mom says go home now. Don't make your mom emotional.

"Yes Ghib is home now."

The relationship between Ghibran and his papa mama is not very good. Despite that, Ghibran always tried to get the best for the sake of his parents. But the truth is all he wanted was a little attention and touch from his parents.

Gibran went straight home. Because if he does not come home soon, when he arrives there will certainly be babbling and nagging from his mother.

Ghibran House.

Ghibran who had been at home after speeding the speeding, immediately entered into his. And in the living room there was already his mother and papa who were waiting for his presence.

"Just come home to you. Where is aja from?" ask the sarcastic mama.

Note: her mom always talks sarcastically.. So Ghibran himself is common.

"It's like Ghib always wants to go home every day. Not like papa and mama, who even go home once a week" replied Ghibran no less sarcasm.

"Ghibran! The more days you fight the more mama?!"

"It's not the Ghib that makes Ghib so gini. But you.!"

"Enough... Enough already. You don't have to fight any more. Dizziness papa's head if you see you guys always like this every time you meet." papa's broke up.

"Now just go straight to the point. What was? My mom and dad are home. And why call Ghib?"

Papa Ghibran named Sanjaya also sighed slowly. He felt natural with the coldness of the child's attitude. Because the Ghibran is indeed lacking the affection of the two of them.

"Would there be a reason for my mom and dad to meet their own kids? We are always busy, my son. And that's none other than for all your own needs. Papa and mama are just kangen with you." replied Sanjaya as she looked at Ghibran's face full of longing.

Indeed, from both parents, Sanjaya is more calm. He does not like to talk sarcastically, and when there is free time, he is also the one who always tries to approach Ghibran.

Different from her mother, Farah. She is a contemporary woman who is too obsessed with all career achievements. And her mama was sharp-mouthed, always sarcastic, and whenever she was at home, she was always busier with her work. But actually he was also very affectionate to his son who he was born that.

Ghibran was stunned to hear his papa's words. "Aren't the Ghibs wrong? You miss the Ghib? Since when?" ask Ghibran not to believe it.

If you knew, son. If you do not have this great responsibility, you also do not want to make you lack the affection of parents. But this is papa's job, and it will be yours later. His inner papa looked at Ghibran with sorrow.

"You know son? Today is the anniversary of my mom and dad's wedding.... Did you forget? Mama and papa have prepared dinner for us to eat together." said his papa.

Mama and papa's birthday today? How can I not want to?! I'm really stupid. You can forget their important day.

Ghibran was silent for a long time, he actually quite did not believe that this was the day he had always been waiting for. Demi could squirm her mom and dad were beside her.

"Ghibs... You're not happy with this?" sanjaya asked to see that her one son was silent for quite a while.

The ghibran was finally conscious of his reverie. He immediately rushed into his papa's embrace. "Sorry pa, Ghib really forgot. A lot of things happened that made Ghib unable to focus on one thing" Ghibran said regretfully.

Sanjaya just stroked the boy's back. He also returned the embrace of Ghibran.

After that Ghibran also hugged his mama. "Sorry Ghib, yes Ma... I'm sorry that Ghib was angry with my mom."

"Next Ghib. You're not wrong. Mama and papa are wrong. We never thought of you as more than a job. But this is also mama papa do for you. For your future." said Farah softly. There is no more sarcastic intonation of his speech.

"Ghib kangen with mom and dad. Why did you just come home.... A lot of things that Ghib wants to tell are the same story as mom and dad" said Ghibran who suddenly turned out to be more chatty.

Sanjaya who saw his wife's children hug each other can only smile thinly. He came home from Amsterdam and Farah came home from Surabaya to celebrate anniv with her son.

"You think all you miss is you? Mama misses you too. But because the business in Surabaya is not finished, mama can not go home."

"Yes son. Papa and Mama miss you. But that office business can't be delayed. Especially in Amsterdam papa is making a contract. One day you'll understand how we fight for our common good."

Ghibran is actually quite moved. In order to celebrate their wedding anniversary together, they are willing to go home sooner.

Behind the cold side of the guy's refrigerator, indeed he has a million problems that sometimes only he understands. One of them is the desire to be with them. The one who becomes his path there is him in this world.

They finally walked to the dining room. And the Ghibran was quite shocked. Because the room was beautifully decorated.

"Pa.... Ma's.... This... Who's doing the nyiapin?" ask Ghibran in shock.

"It's definitely not the three of us."

"Keep who?"

"By the Ghib decorator.. Mama deliberately asked to be immediately in the decor since noon so that now it's ready."

"Yes already. Now it's time to eat..... Come son.. Quickly take your food. Your mother will finish first....

Ghibran smiles. He sat down on the chair he had provided.

Thank you Lord.... You granted my wish to see them by my side.

May it always be like this....

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