Don't insult my MOTHER
Chapter 22
Kinanti immediately headed for the hospital cafeteria, much of which she would buy for him, grandmother and also jihan.
"Kinan" someone's voice stopped me. He turned to look at the voice.
"Najib" Kinan felt awkward meeting Najib, for what reason. But after Riana intends to match her with Najib. Now the state of his heart is not as comfortable as it used to be when he met Najib.
"Where are you going? " tanya najib approached kinan.
"I'm going to the cafeteria, sorry brother I'm in a hurry." replied Kinan and will return to continue his steps.
But Najib grabbed Kinan's hand and restrained him, leaving him shocked by Najib's behaviour.
"Wait on! You look. I've bought a lot of food, so now come with me." Najib said, showing me some bags of food he was carrying.
"Where are you?"
"to the grave!"
"Gee!" kinan knitted his two eyebrows.
"Why are you?" najib asked back with a gaze that was difficult to understand.
Until the heart seems to want to escape, stared at like that makes it difficult to breathe.
"It looks like you're thinking a lot." Najib continued.
"No" answered quickly.
"Let's come with me inside." take Najib again and immediately walk to the hospital room. Kinan followed behind Najib without saying a word. To make Najib surprised, because usually kinan will be very nice if he meets her, there is something he will ask whether it is important or not. But not this time he looks more pious and reserved.
"Are you sick, haem?" ask najib gently.
"Eh! Do I look ugly. Like a sick person." said Kinan.
Just a moment of his words made Najib broke, how could such an answer come out of my mouth.
"God! Why am I being such a fool." murmured kinan.
His heart continued to grieve his behavior, which somehow became stiff as it is today. Even Kinan himself was confused by his sudden attitude to meet Najib.
"What's so funny? If najib like that, it's better to go to the cafeteria" said Kinan upset.
"Well, I'll stop laughing" Najib said, still smiling. Najib is really amused by today's attitude.
Najib and Kinanti enter the aisyah ward, finding grandma and zia still talking. Najib immediately opened all the food he was carrying was assisted by kinan.
"Sir, eat first." said Najib when everything is in session.
"Jihan, let's eat first. You have to be healthy in order to continue to take care of your mother." invite grandma and that sentence is really very forgiving to make the jihan move to reach for food.
Jihan does not want to be sick and can not take care of her mother, really grandma really understand how the nature and character of the jehan is sometimes very stubborn against what has become her desire.
Jihan picked up the rice and scooped some side dishes into her plate, making Najib almost look up at the jihan like a starving person. Fortunately, Zia immediately smothered Najib's mouth, otherwise he would get scolding.
"It's okay aunt, just let her laugh at me. Besides I don't care about him." said jihan without looking at the zia who still smothered Najib's mouth.
"Ah, jehan. You are indeed the best, a man like this does deserve to be ignored." replied zia origin.
"Eh! Kok. I'm handsome and well established again. It's a shame to be ignored." replied Najib.
"It's good to be free if you don't have a brain." Jihan really finished all her food and sat back near the ice.
All that jihan did did not escape the sight of everyone in the room, they felt astonished how can sworang girls eat that much in just a matter of seconds.
"Stop looking at me like that. Do your eyes want me to plug." said jihan origin.
Grandma downed her drink several times in order to restore her sanity after hearing the words of the jehan without the filter.
"Alright, then me and Najib say goodbye to go home first. Kabinin aunt if there's anything well." said zia grasping hands jihan. Zia Jihan is like her own child.
"Thank you, for bothering to come here" said Jihan.
"No problem, and very hassle-free. auntie parting."
Zia and Najib immediately left the room after saying goodbye to the grandmother and also the daughter.
***
A week later...
Brakes
Bram is really very emotional to hear the story of Kinan, if riana again and again makes jihan and his mother difficult.
"father wonders to you, how can you always want to hurt the mother and child. Whereas they never harmed you at all." snapped bram at the sight of Riana who was just silent when questioned.
"I hate them, because they've taken away everyone I love. And it has even made my sister die." shouted Riana loudly.
Bram was really dizzy facing the stubborn riana.
"As far as you! But if the jihan gets desperate to make you miserable. Don't ever ask for my help." said bram. And left riana who was still not satisfied to vanish all her emotions.
Arghhhhh
"again and again they make me hard!" riana yelled even more grudgingly towards jihan and also aisyah.
Riana always thought that all her happiness was always broken by the mother and child, so she hated them even more, plus now bram who has never been angry now he has to accept bram's anger just for defending jihan and also Aisyah.
Tap
Tap
Tap
"Sister, where are you going?" ibra asked as bram passed through it.
"You go to my mother's house." Bram replied without taking his eyes off and continued walking towards the car.
"Whose mother?"
"My mother-in-law! We have a mother again." replied bram annoyed.
"Ck! I thought you were going to our stepmother's house."
"When we go there."
" don't want to."
"However papah is still there, and in the house of the mother diana that's the papah we live."
"remain unwilling, after papah chose the woman and make mamah died. I already assume no longer have papah."
Bram no longer answered his sister's words, because it would re-open the old wound, bram laboriously make ibra want to open up after the death of his mother. Until now he did not want to remember it. Although Bram himself knows that ibra does not fully open himself to everyone. Even he'll just talk as he wants. No one dared to force, because ibra was so desperate. Until the birth of Kinan made the mother a little more willing to smile.
Ibra loved Kinan very much. It was my mischief that was able to publish a smile on that almost unkempt handsome face.
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