The Unfinished Love

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Yummy, right?," ask Khalilah and Gibran nodded while chewing the piece of bread and opened his mouth again asking Khalilah to feed the bread again but Khalilah would not lose putting the last piece of bread in his mouth with his face the grimace made Gibran again denounce the protest.

I'm sorry but Khalilah still wants hehehe," he said while apologizing.

Good thing dear brother," said Gibran.

Khalilah also love Gibran."

Yes brother knows," said Gibran again smiling." How big is it?" asked Gibran.

As big as...," Khalilah was silent to think for a moment while frowning and his eyes squinted funny as if thinking about world peace.

This made Gibran laugh.

"Ihh brother ngetawain Khalilah yes," his grunt pouted his lips.

The end of the face of the cute sister that is the brother so amused," he replied still laughing although a little slower.

After his sister nanyanya like a teacher anyway, Icha will be dizzy answer," protested Khalilah.

Next time the sister replied unfortunately the same brother was as big as the heart because the magnitude of the heart no one can measure it. Remember that next time you ask" Gibran and Khalilah's message nodded in understanding.

Well try asking again unfortunately how big ?," Gibran repeated.

As big as Khalilah dong is innumerable," replied Khalilah as he spread out his hands.

"Eh little boy doing two-dua here early in the morning. Home - home in search of parents. A little girl can't date. School used to be good," said a man who came with three friends in a sports uniform like they had jogged together.

Gibran looked at the man with a look of dislike but he then cleaned their empty bottles of drink as well as the bread pack Khalilah put in the plastic of their used groceries while the bread was there are still a few pieces left in the let stay at the table.

"'Yuk dik, we go home," he took with his hand Khalilah invited him to leave their table which seemed to be occupied by the man.

"Eh this is the bread why stay?," shouted one of them.

Make Om just say you know not to buy," said Gibran then invite Khalilah to hurry past while from the back they heard one person shouting.

Songong ye, was a child too. You brat today!."

Gibran Where are you from ?!."

Gibran stepped silently past his mother who seemed to have just woken up. I don't know what time he came home last night. Gibran doesn't even want to know.

Gibran ! You hear Mother no?!" asked the woman in her thirties, who was now blocking Gibran's steps, standing around her waist in the middle of the stairs leading to the top floor.

Gibran stopped his steps and looked at his cold face. Although rarely met the feeling of longing in Gibran's heart has been frozen, there is no longer a feeling of loss of affection or what's the name there is nothing left.

Where did you come home at this hour? Bik Sumi said you left the house since dawn. Where are you, huh?" asked Mother Gibran while looking straight at her son.

come out at what time, go home at what time, go where, do you care?!," challenge Gibran coldly. "Not to be pretentious to care like Gibran also does not care where Mother, when to go home. Gibran didn't want to know" Gibran continued. " And please don't block the road, Gibran sleepy," the twelve-year-old boy asked.

Gibran is too smart to take private lessons like that" replied Gibran indifferently. " Gibran says if Gibran is sleepy again, you better get out of the way don't get in the way."

You have no courtesy to your mother ! This mother is your mother, you must obey and listen to all your words and advice. Understand you!."

" Stale!," scorned Gibran as he turned and stepped down leaving his broad-eyed parent angry to see him disregarding his words.

GIBRAN !!" Call him with a thunderous voice so that Sumi's bik who was cleaning the kitchen hurriedly came out to see what happened.

Bik Sumi, Gibran to the house of oma, lazy in the house there is mother," said Gibran to the fifty-year-old woman who since childhood nurtured him.

"But..."

Already bik, just let me know if you go again. Assalamualaikum, "cut Gibran and then said hello and ran out of the house, stopped a taxi that happened to pass and called his oma address.

The modest house that is very compared to far from the luxurious house owned by his parents looks empty.

The Gibran car stops right in front of the fence and Gibran then pays the fare according to the one listed on the app.

"Thank you, Om," Gibran said as he was about to get off and was taken by the driver of the car

The fence of Oma's house is still locked even though it is almost nine in the morning. Usually the fence is not padlocked after the oma comes home from the mosque for dawn prayers.

knock on the padlock that locks the fence several times but the door of the house is not open.

Is my mom not home ? ask Gibran in your heart.

Gibran then tried to look around Oma's house to just ask if he knew where she was, but it seems that the neighbors of the house oma would rather be in the house because none of Gibran saw was active in the yard of his house.

Gibran again knocked the fence padlock his oman with a harder beat, no matter who will reprimand even better right so he can ask.

'Astaghfirullah, son of Gibran. Why is it so noisy so early in the morning!," reprimanded someone who stopped the speed of the motor while staring at Gibran.

Mr RT know not where?," Gibran who is grateful that the one who reprimanded him is Mr. RT Omanya home environment.

"Lho Oma Narti has not returned from the mosque?," asked Mr. RT while looking at the house of the citizens. His forehead is slightly wrinkled.

The man then dropped off his motorbike leaning one, then he walked up to Gibran and looked behind the fence.

Mother Narti's porch lights are still on," she muttered and reached into her pocket to pull out her phone and contact one of the mosque administrators.

"Assalamualaikum Ustadz, sorry to ask what was the dawn of Ms Narti met Mr. Ustadz at the mosque?," asked Mr. RT to someone he called.

The man nodded. " I had just dawn until from outside the city, the brother who was having a celebration so did not have time to the mosque, Ustadz," he replied as if the ustadz who on his phone actually questioned his absence in the mosque.

"So it was dawn Mr Ustadz did not meet Ms Narti? I was in front of his house Mr. Ustadz had his grandson Narti's mother come to visit but the fence was still walled and the porch lights were still on," Mr. RT expressed his astonishment because the citizens were quite diligent in morning activities in.