Wounds From you

14. Arshal and his papa

Arina, attach her body to Azizah's body. His name was really A and A but could not stay close any longer.

Meanwhile, Arina is a good person and can be invited to be friends. So his parents why prefer someone else, than Arina herself.

True, Azizah regretted that Arina had been treated improperly by her parents.

He was embarrassed, "Zizah apologized yes, actually it's nothing dad and mom don't want me to have more than them" said Azizah far from them, they went to the store again and

they are negotiating to meet again.

Because Azizah was not sincere her parents fired Arina for no reason.

"Prophey, Arin..."

"Well, you don't have to be with your parents?" it's not good to be looked at from the inside and he glanced at the opportunity once for Arina to explain.

What they want so unattainable, in the end choose to fire their own employees.

That's not fair, is it?

For this time he forgives, but if he is told to work here.

Noo!

He will refuse because it is done arbitrarily and salaried not in accordance with his heavy, tiring work.

"I go home first yes, you take care of your body and do not be tired! Later sought after Gibran, my son." said Arina who never explained the details of what his son was like.

Who knew Azizah could get smitten.

Because, Arina did not want to be called by Azizah with an old call or anything. Because he is young and should not be united.

"Azizah, comein!" they shouted together and Azizah stared lazily at them from the glass.

"I told you, you're here! What do you want to do later?" tanya Azizah slipped a farewell sign for Arina herself.

With this debay candidate, Azizah officially became a aunt for her debay candidate.

Kasian, Azizah gave me a gift and a paperbag.

"This is for you," surprised and Arina's eyes sparkle because there is the inscription I Love G&G.

Surely Arina had thought carefully about her name and although Azizah had to help, with her friends with her long name.

Arina should be grateful to have Azizah like her own child.

"Yes thank you Zah, I love you here" said Arina sung and hugged Azizah tightly.

"See, I'm going to your house sometime Arin. I've never been to your house Rin," Azizah and Arina said slightly surprised.

"I'll chat you if the same person wants to go home. Because I'm not my husband anymore, my son's at the boarding house."

Azizah frowned, she then held Arina's shoulder.

"Patience, Rin. There is a hidden wisdom behind you" Azizah. The child who always encouraged Arina to be better and accept what God intended for her.

"Yes Zah, you go in and get angry with your mom and dad!" exclaimed Arina smoothed her tone.

The talk alone is sad like this to part but how else he must be sincere to not work anymore.

"Ck, yes ... The story is good?"

Arina still smiled widely and looked at Azizah grimly.

"No, but you will be angry."

"Yes, I'm in. You go home be careful! Don't get why this is the candidate debaynya this!" said Azizah was anxious and held Arina's stomach which still looked flat her stomach was not bulging.

He thought it might be different, because the fact that Arina's body is smaller than Azizah so long to bulge it.

Like a ball lost deflated means refilled right, maybe Arina is more to maintain her eating stamina and vitamins to be fat.

"The eating pattern must be maintained, mbak, do not be late to eat!"

"Yes I've come home first huh," Arina replied with a smile and let go of the hug.

He wanted to leave here first rather than later Azizah long here responded to an Arina who did not want to separate, even scolded by her mother or her father inside.

"Go first yes, assalamu'alaikum." said Arina gave her greeting and answered with a widening smile.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful!" keep Azizah's message only one, be careful because leaving safely home more must be safe again.

Arina came home, quiet and quiet that Azizah felt for days to be able to meet Arina alone difficultly had to talk to her father or mother several times to ask permission.

Will not be allowed by the two of them if closer to Arina, let alone all the way to Arina's house.

***

The tall man walked into the CEO's room, precisely in his own papa room.

He neutralized his breath.

Arshal, now stricken with confusion and wonder when he heard the wara-wiri on television and listened to the news reflect heat.

He approached his papa at the office to discuss the importance of the news, in order to change his initial decision.

"This man is old, just dead what a hard thing!" all the way to the office.

To the extent that some office employees see it strange from top to bottom, see cynical and some respond to 'bull, masyaAllah' so sick of Arshal listening.

Arriving in the front room of the CEO in alone there is his papah secretary who wants to enter as well, women again. Well, this is the papa his eyes can not be guarded at what.

The trouble is, keep your eyes on it.

It's been teased where it hurts the eyes again.

This butek woman smiled sweetly at Arshal, Arshal then threw his face in the other direction.

Arshal hates the butek woman, this old man can not choose a woman.

"There's father?" arshal asked his tone high and the woman gave way to Arshal.

Arshal then pushed the door of his papa room and loudly to cause a loud noise.

Making his papa inside shifted his gaze to Arshal who was staring irately at his papa.

"What does pah mean?" arshal asked loudly to not accept.

Papah Arshal was silent, then smiled with satisfaction and saw his son depressed by his decision and could make Arshal have to beg him not to give all judges of the family assets to Gibran, on behalf of Gibran.

Worse is the papa.

"I don't want that company called Gibran, Gibran it's not my son's reward." beg him with his eyes heated up and his jaw tightened.

"Lantas Gibran whose son? Papah does not end up thinking the same as you," asked his papa who closed his laptop, previously still focused on work.

But there was the sound of a loud door push that made Arshal's papa tidied his world to his personal world right now.

Papah Arshal rose from the chair that had accompanied him from zero and now until success with famous everywhere else.

"Yes Gibran was someone else's son, pah." Arshal raised his voice and Papah Arshal approached his son.

"You're it!!!" the voice of Arshal papah is rising, now equally overwhelmed by emotions.

The emotions in their bodies dominate.

Then the hand clenched and opened it, sending a loud slap from its own papa.

Until it makes a cracking sound from his teeth, Arshal is pushed to the side.

"Bah!!!"

A hard slap landed on Arshal's cheek until it became visible, turning blue and Arshal could not have expected when the papah he used to be gentle with now changed.

Arshal held his sore cheek and laughed softly, as if it hurt to the chest.

But, it is a fact that Arshal wanted Arshal to accept his son with good and sincere love instead of throwing Gibran away.

To not admit it, it is outrageous according to Papah Arshal.

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