Wounds From you

12. The opa and oma house

The eighteen-year-old man entered the mansion and combed coming here because he was invited by his own opinion.

He came to this house already poultice so help enter the good because it will not open the main door except the person ordered by his own grandfather.

"Assalamu'alaikum, oma.." greet Gibran with a smile and there he was pulling a gray opa that was lying on the thigh of the oma.

"Wa'alaikumsalam son," they answered compactly and opa rose from her sleep.

He stood still, waiting for them.

Oma looked for her glasses and Gibran approached her eyes.

Here Gibran hugs directly oma (your friend from Arshal-ayah Gibran).

"Oma, kok-but

"Who are you here with Gibran?" asked if he could get rid of his body position, giving Gibran access.

Gibran looked at his opinion with his innocent gaze, opa-husband of oma and meaning papah of Arshal-ayah Gibran himself.

Gibran stepped closer to his op and hugged his opa, giving a warm kiss and scrambling his grandson's hair full of affection.

"Here alone dare opa," Gibran smiled sweetly there were two dimples engraved on his face and opa with his wrinkled hands though not wrinkled at all, still still looking at his grandson's cheeks.

"Anyone of you, usually accompanied by your friend."

"It just so happens that I want to come here and stop by later to the campus with my friends" Gibran explained.

Oma looked up and smiled.

Oma looked lovingly at her granddaughter, "you're so big still joking around like this."

"Yes, it means there is a growing sense of care for the oma" Gibran and the oma shook their heads.

"Have you eaten, son?" diverting the conversation, who knows that the stomach has not been to the contents so the sustenance of the child sholeh this time.

Wow kok sholeh again, where ringing with his name again.

Sholeh, the cat that was raised to pns. The cat was unsettling until several times fyp in the video that passed on the smartphone.

"Not yet oma,"

"How come this kid hasn't eaten, hasn't he been fed by your dad?" suddenly flashed in the speech the next opa carried but there is still a little care for the oma so as not to know what happened exactly.

Oma was confused, "why with your father? Make trouble again, "spontaneously Gibran turned his head towards his opa and opa sighed and smiled soothingly towards his wife.

"Nothing, it's just that kids are sometimes a little weird. A child like this is wasted." said opa, his tone was like made to insinuate that oma knew about this.

But, this case when known by the oma itself. So the bullet of his own father.

Gibran was silent and looked at the smiles of the two of them.

"Udah, mending eat yuk!" ask Gibran to divert them to forget the words, but remember they are not senile so it is safe.

Actually there is a sense of disappointment and to his father who never asked the whereabouts of his mother while not at home, if he was too ordinary because it had never been considered his presence by his own father.

They stood up and held their grandchildren, feeling happy this time. Really if Gibran can be happy to get parents like them maybe at this point so far Gibran always get affection and love from a mother and father.

"What do you want to eat?" tanya oma pressed the delicate palm into her hand, grabbed it and kissed every inch of it.

"Eat what is important oma eat," replied Gibran more freely spread a smile to them.

After a few steps they arrived in the dining room and they complement each other until pulling a bench for his grandson.

very dear to them. Gibran helped them.

"You sit down! Let oma get it,"

"No need for oma, it will be considered spoiled again the same people.." bowed Gibran leaned his body on the chair and oma shook her head.

"Who are you anyway! It's your own oma,"

Oma with her own hands took the clean white plate and took the white rice according to the portion.

In addition, take the side dish and put neatly, indeed this omanya likes to be neat and served right on the right person.

"Here" the plate was now in front of Gibran and Gibran was smiling at him.

The same with opa is even the opposite, but jealous when his wife is kissed by others, even though her own grandson will be pounded tonight.

These grandfathers, though strong, have to fight every night.

"You're bribed with oma?" tawar oma and Gibran nodded, he returned to his seat.

"Don't cross the line, mah!"

"Yes pah," the oma answered to the opa and Gibran gave a small smile looking at the flat face of the opa.

A distinctive aroma rippled through Gibran's nose, he smiled slightly at his oman.

"This oma did it?"

"No, all helpers." replied oma who washed her hands with running water, right there where the dining room is not far from the kitchen.

Oma washes her hands, feeding this one child should use her own hands.

Then finish washing your hands, go back to the dining room and pick up the dishes that are faced to Gibran.

Slowly taking a mouthful of rice and mixing side dishes, his grandson enthusiastically accepted a bribe from his own omens.

Do not forget with a very happy face, of course, very anxious face.

***

While Arina was in the house she seemed to be pacing outside the door of the house, confused. Because his son did not come home for a long time, while he had to go back to work this afternoon.

Keeping the store and the reason the boss who owns the store wants to see the store, check his own men, Arina and his own son.

Although the child, but the child was given a monthly allowance so it's good if there is work poured into his own child.

He also thought, if left afraid later that Gibran went home quickly and he was not at home. He believes it will end up provoking the anger of Gibran alone.

"OK, we start first." he muttered to make a decision and finally he chose to work alone rather than in the store later will be fired because several times did not enter.

"Yes, now stay at the terminal." He ran a little and his breath was breathless when he reached the gate.

"Why, don't get tired! Okay," Take a breath and throw it away, he goes on.

Hopefully, the child in his stomach can be invited to collaborate together, meaning to work together.

It was easier to resign or just be fired, but he wanted to keep his job because it was very difficult now to get a job.

Arriving at the terminal, he waited at the available seat at the terminal where the bus stop was.

He seemed to forget the initial agreement, so he arbitrarily went out without Gibran's permission, which Gibran was even more angry with him.

"Hm, what about Gibran?" Hopefully, Gibran can help himself because pregnant also does not have to think much about the state of stress must affect the prospective baby grandpa.

He looked at the bus passing by, but no one passing by stopped at the terminal.

The initiative wants to lay off one of the buses again and again can not, it could endanger him and his prospective debay.

"Where is this?" the ringisnya when the sunlight hit his face.

"It's not really noon yet..." He stared at the clock on his wrist, showing it at eleven o'clock and he stared at some of the people selling around the terminal.

"Buy what's good," He looked at everything from fried rice but it wasn't open yet and a few sellers who were selling their merchandise.

Some are also still being spent.

He shook his head, Arina has no money if you want a snack really unfortunate luck when it was told quickly so a little tired he.

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