
The step by step that Gibran took was of course a heavy step. His heart was upset, it could even become cobbled. However, Gibran also did not know when his mother became like that. As far as he was concerned, his mother was not as materialistic as that. But how could her mother be like that now.
"There are times when Gibran actually lost the figure of Mother. Where the Mother who used to be so gentle, loving, and also never thought about money problems. Gibran still remembers when there was a conflict in the year 98, everything was difficult. Our lives were difficult at the time as well. My dad also got a PHK. But we can get through that difficult time. Now, why do you even want what doesn't belong to you?"
Gibran's voice echoed in his head. Very pleased with his mother's attitude. Gibran still remembers when the May 1998 riots. Everyone is experiencing the impact. The Gibran family. At that time, his father who worked in the Chinese felt his work place was burned by the natives. Political turmoil that affects also the economy of the community.
Yes, at that time many people who have been working for non-indigenous people must lose their jobs. Who used to get money or salary, suddenly became unemployed. His father was unemployed at home for almost a month. After that, his father got another job.
For Gibran it was quite a bitter memory in his life. Eat only potluck. Not infrequently the egg is raised so wide and thin, after that it is cut into pieces and also used for a day side dish. Gibran, now 28, was a child. However, the memory was there because it remembered his father's story about how difficult it was to live in that year.
Even Gibran can still remember that the family can slowly become like this because his mother is good at saving money. Slowly, their economy stabilized. It is not as rich as the Wardhana family, but the Winatha family managed to survive.
"What made you change like this? Why Mom changed. Gibran still regrets it," he replied.
Eventually, Gibran arrived at his home. Just in front of the house and opening the gate there was already Giselle who greeted him. Gibran smiled and gently rubbed the top of his wife's head.
"Have you gone home? How fast?" ask Giselle.
Gibran nodded his head. "Yes, it's just nengokin, honey. Different story about living there. You're also weird, too" Gibran replied with a smile.
As usual, Gibran tried to hide the irritation of his heart. Trying to overcome themselves. However, unfortunately Giselle knows that now her husband is thinking of something.
"Most certainly you're angry?" ask Giselle slowly.
It can be described from Gibran's face. From the look in his eyes, or from his voice.
"It's normal, isn't it, honey?" gibran asked, looking at his wife.
Giselle then held her husband's hand, slightly giving a massage on her husband's arm. A little reflection, so that her husband is more relaxed. Not very thoughtful. Although the house is different, but it is clear that there are still thoughts about his mother.
"Drink yes Mas ... I made it?" bargain Giselle now to her husband.
Gibran then nodded his head. "Can ... make juice yes, dear. Wanna?"
Giselle then headed to the kitchen. Immediately make the juice requested by her husband. Incidentally in the fridge there was mango, so now Giselle makes mango juice for her husband. Plus milk and ice cubes. It didn't take long, Giselle returned to the living room and gave her husband a glass of cold mango juice.
"The juice is done, Mas" said Giselle.
"Yes, let's be happy. Drunk well .. disposed of. Want me to pinch a little head and forehead. It must be the nerves here are very tight," said Giselle.
Gibran who was after drinking chuckled slowly. "You could have. Uhm, but I'm happy, honey. You were at Mom's house when you cried, we couldn't calm down like this. The only one in the room, the most give a hug. After being at home. You can make juice. You haggle for a massage. Duh, happy," replied Gibran.
Giselle smiled slowly. "We promised to share our sorrow. Your sadness is my sadness. And vice versa. So, we share together. We go through it all together" replied Giselle.
Gibran then embraced his wife. Very pleased with the positive words from his wife. Then Gibran looked at Giselle slowly.
"I want you to calm down in another way. It's gonna be tonight, huh?" pinta Gibran to his wife.
As a wife, Giselle knew what her husband was asking for. Then she pinched her husband's waist. "Tuh, definitely the mode," he replied.
"It's been three days no, Yang. Accumulated, two weeks there are tablets. Want no?" ask Gibran who looks like he's wailing right now.
"Yes at night, my. It's still too late afternoon. Take a shower first let seger," he replied.
Just now, they were talking more privacy matters there was the voice of a guest coming. Apparently the introduction of the home furniture store they had bought together. Therefore, both of them arrange the furniture they buy. There are even technicians who install large televisions that they just bought. Gibran chose to put it in his room. He said to make the room more fun and can see a favorite movie or television broadcast while lying in the room.
In addition, Giselle also arranged some furniture in the kitchen. It is nice to have a kitchen that suits your needs. With enough furniture. The closet was also placed in the next room. The empty room next to the room. Flower vase with flowers that are just decoration also Giselle place on the living table, in the room, and dining table. Just want to make the atmosphere of the house more fun to live in.
"It's not so empty, is it? More comfortable to live in" said Giselle.
"Yes, Honey .. more fun, right? Many pray well, this house many blessings and one of them the blessings of descent. Isn't that right, honey?"
Apparently, Gibran also pinned a good prayer. Wanting also the house they occupy also gives blessings, and one of them is the blessing of offspring. Good and sincere hope from his heart may he be heard by God.
"Amin, Mum. Hopefully yes, Mas," replied Giselle.
"Later tonight well, finish this shower first. Your husband has been fasting for a long time" replied Gibran.
Again Giselle just smiled as she looked at her husband. "Don't bite your neck, Mas. Make your words an ultimatum. No need to see anyone else, right?" tanyakanya.
"Yes, bite the other one" Gibran replied so easily.
Giselle was just a whimper listening to her husband's answer so lightly. Giselle just didn't want to later cause others to know with what they had just done. Although already a husband and wife, still have to take care and not make people around become uncomfortable and think about the no-no.