Wounds From you

20. Gibran Position

Arshal rubbed his hair rough, he tried to contact his papa but there was no answer from the old man. I don't know why he wanted to burn his papa company, because there was no more subtle offer for him.

Is it possible that the company will be given in vain by Gibran who bears as a grandson.

He roared furiously, the man immediately put on his clothes on the bed and tidied his hair that was initially disheveled.

“OK, I have to go home instead of to the office at the ends papah will not love it.” The verdict he wants to go home to know more about his papa if there is mamah will be more free for deliberation this time.

The man walked out of the room and would pick up the keys to the bike at the dinner table, missing him at the dinner table after he had bought rice for breakfast earlier today.

“Did I go to Gibran's house with Arina? The second person though not far from here live,” he was still hesitant to look for the two of them initially but the more here his papa has entrusted the company to his grandson, he said, it's not his fault he's looking for it no matter what his family is.

He had expected from the beginning that Gibran would be the heir who would carry on the next lineage, but at least Arshal could still. He's alive, healthy and fit.

Wouldn't it, if Gibran was just a candidate of the seed heirs to continue the next offspring after Arshal.

Because Arshal, the man did not believe it so he would make an explanation of this to his own papa.

Otherwise, he would have acted recklessly to question Gibran himself. Going to college will be easy for him.

Wide open access for him.

“But it is impossible to seize it,” he seemed silent before leaving for his parents' house before being questioned later and introgated it is an activity that should not be passed every time there.

That way Arshal feels cornered if there.

“How else, have mending departed from nothing at all, and the important thing is to produce results.” He stepped out by pulling the key of the house first, he then closed it with a key.

Arshal took his motorcycle key out of his pocket, he took out his motor mtaic which he always brought for his life so far. Indeed, he always asked for the facilitation of luxury cars or motorcycles that are usually for the prestigious event. It seems to be mending, rather than this the motor is blind anyway.

Though in fact he has spent his money for the sake of his motorbike which is usually made for the streets eh he even named it a butut motorbike.

Less grateful for what I tried.

He also plugged the key in place and turned on the engine of the motor.

Then he ran it out of his house to his parents' house.

***

While with Arina, the woman did not wear a hijab and held a frying spatula. He plugged the nugget he fried and the nugget swam in hot oil.

“Jam five pm 'ease, mending up this directly shower continue to pray.”

His eyes turned to the wall clock in the kitchen and he prepared some ripe food to put on the table, ready for dinner later.

“Not home yet Gibran?”

He questioned himself, looking at the five o'clock figure he said came home late but was as late as he was until his mother was completely left alone at his boarding house.

But it does not matter because Arina understood him, Arina understood Gibran's position as such because he served in the position of a member of the campus BEM so he always got a sudden assignment from every activity on campus.

“Hm, how are the conditions of papah as mamah mas Arshal. Haven't seen them for a long time, let alone they already know the problems experienced by his daughter-in-law with his own son. They even though they have looked one eye with my existence.” He said with daydreaming until he did not know that he fried, his nuggets a bit brownish in color.

For a moment he was awakened because the aroma released from the frying pan penetrated his sense of smell.

“Eh,” he reflexively realized and immediately reversed the nugget of his eldest son's order.

“Ck, because think of it so this is a bit brownish. Do not understand anymore, you are mostly dreaming of this.” He cursed himself and then reduced the fire of his stove.

The woman then poured the vegetable soup in the pot in the bowl.

Then the woman placed her bowl on the dining table and placed a plate containing cabbage vegetables with her friends.

The other one there is fried tempe krispi and fried tofu ripe.

Then the woman tasted, sucked one fried tempeh and nodded her head in response was not bad also cooking himself.

So why is her husband who always eats outside the house and brings food from outside to the house. Must be hurt, jealous huh?

Want to ask to be pampol like a child today if you are tired of the same cuisine even though he asked for more, just eat outside ya mom. With tears of his culture that always roared to ask for his request to be fulfilled.

After doing everything, he blinked his eyes slowly. It is difficult to be a mother, it becomes this way while pregnant the way be careful because God really!

Kudu patience.

He also sat in the dining chair before proceeding to the bathroom and do the routine of every Muslim, doing ashar prayers.

“Huft, yes this is unborn.”

A little complaining if this, not to mention later giving birth must be more boisterous again and he had not realized if it had been passed, not to mention later, with his eldest son growing up to find a definite potential partner for his lifetime.

Can make it happen so quickly, not felt. She smiled widely, she could be a mother who could learn from the past that every complain there is no shoulder that always gives her opportunity to complain, so she can make a decision this time.

You can be a mother for the rest of your life, the mother who always accompanies her two children who can grow up well even though she must convince her eldest son to take care of his brother if he is really called by the Almighty.

He is no longer young, which is certain if he is not young maybe if it is really time he will be called by God.

He also after throwing away his fatigue, gradually stood up to carry out other activities again.

***

Arina is now waiting for her eldest son to return home, until half-nine pm her son did not return to this boarding house. Here that belongs to the hostel is usually even more strict to not allow people who come home past ten o'clock in the evening want men or women. So Arina is worried about that, if her son does not come home and is late will be a problem for the morning later.

Will be bullied and asked for information if more than ten hours, such as children strict parents more precisely. They love young people, especially young people who want to mature and make strict rules to keep them from danger at night.

They assume all the young people here are his children and certainly will not be easy for those who have obtained permission to go home after ten.

Moreover, this matter will be carried around everywhere.

He bit his lower lip until a small cut appeared on his lip area.

“Why I don't feel good this way,” so mom is a bit sensitive especially Arina is pregnant despite already knowing what will happen with her son and Arina will be more wary of this, he said, hope it doesn't happen! Stay cool?

No. gabe.

He feels like he wants to turn over, Gibran—his son since he had called but not answered by the phone and a worried mother may be, anyway.

Geck.

Geck.

The sound of the knock managed to make Arina who was depressed, anxious and felt like she wanted to hug her son tightly when she came home.

Arina stepped faster to head to the boarding gate and there displayed a young man with a disheveled look carrying the body of a man who grew up, yes it was Gibran who was already weak and his body was no longer strong to walk by mocking obscure words.

Making Arina as a mother was pinched by Gibran like that.

“Sorry Mom, this is Gibran.” Said the young man by helping Gibran into the boarding house and putting Gibran's body slowly on the bed.

The young man seemed to have known the layout of the Gibran boarding so not much nanya directly bring to the room.

“Hm, thanks.” Said Gibran's mother briefly.

His gaze was cold and sharp, as if he wanted to pounce out on the young man who had been well to deliver Gibran without any reward at all. Not so, but it was as if making the young man kapok again to meet again here.

The young man clenched and then dispelled that feeling by nodding his head, smiling faintly as a friend of his son despite having to respect him like his own son. But the young man brushed it off.

“Ya already, I permission to go home first bu.” With a hand wanted to grab Arina's hand, but Arina refused with a heated gaze and the young man immediately turned to get out of this Gibran boarding house.

It felt really awful that his gaze colliding it would be a bad memory for tonight.

There's nothing more for tonight.

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