Wounds From you

11. Rice field

Some of the items have been packed first, Gibran helped his mother not to be burdened by some of the clothes that little.

It's just a few because Gibran had brought it home and washed it.

"Mom, home? Emang no papa," wonder actually, this mother actually has not really recovered and yesterday had a chat with Papah Angga, he said, it is okay because Papah Angga will be responsible if there is anything because Arina has urged Angga not to approach as long as he is allowed to go home.

His mother then looked at his eldest son, "You doubt this mother."

Gibran shook his head, it does not mean doubting the problem of kasian also if his mother had to go home with a state that is still not fit.

"Yes, yes." said Gibran assented without having to think ahead, if there is anything he said to ask papah Angga's phone.

"Son, you will buy rice at the crossroads of the road. I want to eat rice, Padang,"

"Yes, Gibran bought it." replied Gibran whose tone was heavy, his mother sighing harshly.

"You if not sincere, mending do not need" he said interspersed with a tone rather moad.

Gibran looked at his mother who seemed to have difficulty using the triangular veil and he stepped over to Arina.

"No help, ma'am?" bargain Gibran to make it easier for Arina to wear it without having to be angry with her own son.

"Yes,"

"Son, are you sincerely not buying?"

Again and again her mother asked, Arina seemed to be staring at her son's squinting bead.

"What am I not really looking at?"

"Yes" replied his mother who smiled broadly and rubbed Gibran's cheeks.

It's funny this kid.

The child even though he was not sincerely bought, fearing that this one parent knew his heart actually did not want to do his intention.

However, the word coercion should be ordered.

"Okay, where else isn't ready?" asked Gibran who looked here and there, checking the whereabouts of the items left behind. Afraid that if anyone is left behind, they can lose.

Already paid, uh even some stuff left behind.

"Here you go home!" invite his mother who seems to publish her smile when she sees her hand there is no infusion hose that is always attached to her left hand.

It's tough, really.

"Yes, one minute!"

Gibran took his jacket out of the bag and put it on his mother's body so as not to get cold on the way.

"Thank you son,"

"Yes mom, don't let it go! If you get home, you can." Gibran as a son did not want anything, the body of his mother who looked like a tyrannical like not being fed for several weeks.

"Hm" his mother replied to Deheman and Gibran stared at the screen on the phone.

"It's in front of the cab, ma'am,"

Aroma has been seen Arina holding her son so as not to lose track later, a thousand ways there is indeed a path but if someone who shows the way but is wrong actually Arina will be dizzy herself.

After holding, they came out together until called some patients who are outside with an unsuitable partner because the woman looks old and Gibran who must have a sturdy body seems firmly the way.

Definitely glorified.

"Don't be considered ma'am!" whispered Gibran who is half his mother's height, his mother is suitable to be hugged.

"It's not good either,"

He then brought his mother with him a bag containing his mother's clothes and eating utensils that he forgot to bring home yesterday.

Arriving in front of the elevator, someone called Gibran's name.

"Gibran for a moment!" A person from behind with a breath Monday Thursday gasped for breath neutralizing his breath.

"What's wrong?" gibran asked without looking good, but it was not sinful once he could only ask about this.

Management friends so know little although not much. The proof, they still know each other if not much then they will not be one of them say hello.

"Hm, who's sick? Lo?" He asked without looking at the woman next to him.

Though it seems clear the person but does not recognize who it is.

"My mother,"

"Where?" His man looked looking and Gibran looked up at his hand, pointing at his mother.

"Oh this, it's similar." Holding back her laughter from booming, Arina laughed at this one child.

"Sorry aunt," he greeted Arina and Arina's hand touching her hand feels very different, treatment may be yes to this smooth hand.

"You're Gibran's friend?"

"Yes aunty, Gibran is not a friend. My only thing is more to friends," justifying Arina's words not to misunderstand and Arina nodded.

Seemed to believe, when reality is not so and Gibran plays his lips.

Her lips seemed itchy to comment but there was no reason anymore because her mother just believed.

Gibran is silent, it does not mean not listening.

"Hm yeah, I go home first huh. Who are you waiting for here?" sela Gibran because that friend Gibran does not bring side by side means here he himself, he shook his head.

"Gue rubbed his head, it hurt just as much as I thought about the debt before." his friend was crisp as a fried bude Sumiati.

They are so and they are also laughing.

"Yes, I went home first. This kasian mother does not come home later add to my burden again." said ceplos Gibran without filtering his words first, his friend was surprised to form o again the mouth.

"That's not the same time, it's your mom. It just so happens that you are hit like this." Advice from his friend and Gibran did not care anymore, he also took into the elevator so as not to wait for the long taxi driver.

"Yes, be careful" said his friend, waving his hand as a farewell.

Because it's been dropping by everywhere for a long time.

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After returning home from the hospital, Arina was ordered to eat first before taking a break with medication running down each limb.

"Eat good first ma'am, I'm going to the bathroom. Wash that shirt, let's not stack it." Gibran also asked permission to get out of the room and do his job because it was really a lot of laundry.

Adding extra energy.

She came out of the room after her mother nodded without bothering her mother to eat.

"Yes, why so many feelings." He wondered what some clothes were tucked away and his mother mixed them into one shirt.

And Arina who was in the room, enjoyed the taste of the rice field because it had not tasted the taste for a long time.

With iced tea in the rice field is really typical, but do not let iced tea mixed with food.

The rice.

It was like wanting to hide but afraid of sinning with himself.

"Yes this is very tasty," Feel the sambel from rice padang so mix one.

"The gibran is not wrong,"

The flattering continued that son until Gibran alone wanted to tap the end of the washing machine and he lifted a bucket full of water coming from the tap water.

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