Wounds From you

21. Gibran the ultimate heir

Arina as the mother stroked the chest, she also released what was attached to the son's body to make it better to sleep tonight.

Kasian, it feels like he wants to be able to replace Gibran as a child who does not know anything. Maybe yes the effect here and there is talk, yes he is always smitten with painful talk and one of them.

Broken home children do not need to be cemented, dapet what you know? Not get wisdom if you have metemenan same child depresot because his parents divorced it.

Always the words are thrown and hurt so much, if Arina is in Gibran's position yes it might be the same. Run to drink and Gibran to the extent. All in all, Arina as the mother helped her son to wake up.

Very heavy! The effect of drunkenness, so bloating.

Arina opened the plastic bag for the discharge of dirt that came out of her mouth.

“Don't gini again yeah, son! I actually-benar pingin nangis, but mother pingin nahan it but can not.” With her tone carried over a long time Arina so seeped tears that accidentally came out and she could not stem the tears that were already hot gathered.

Gibran vomited several times, Arina stroked Gibran's back and rubbed the sweat on his forehead, dripping in every struggle Gibran let it out.

Gibran, a strong man but not with his inner torment over the events befallen by his parents makes him always get rejection here and there and it is all influenced by the activities on his campus.

“Nak,” call Arina and Gibran turn with his heavy eyes, Arina sighed for a moment.

Even though he was on the other end of his self-restraint so as not to vomit because the area of his kiss is difficult to condition.

Moreover, this son since entering the boarding house, full of the smell of the former drinks that he drank and make Arina as a pregnant woman immediately want to come out. Ask the owner of the hostel for help.

“Hm,” dehemnya weak.

Arina looked at her son from a close look, those eyes were similar to her eyes but rather narrow in the area of her eyelids.

Actually in the heart want to be angry, especially it feels very heavy. Arina let out a heavy sigh, she finally took off what was supposed to be released before actually sleeping soundly.

Although he wants to be angry, but his son is in a position like this then he will be more understanding and advise him in the morning.

It was mixed with anger, but he was able to hold back so as not to go to and fro fear Gibran was angry and he would be hit by Gibran's soft target which was affected by the liquor he drank.

He shuts himself in.

His tired face waited for his son for hours and the end of the word he saw his son with a condition that was not directed at all his life.

Like not having parents.

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Arshal, the man got up from his seat who sat for hours staring at his papa who just casually responded.

While drinking his coffee and staring at the laptop in front of him showed some data that must be done tonight.

“Pah, know not?”

Papah shook his head slowly while staring at the laptop, his focus on his work not his son who was in front of him.

In fact, here who has the initials of a child is simply a puppet that is thrown away.

Where's degree.

He's surprised.

“What to, Shal? You mbok mending bantuin, who knows papah heart moved to change the name again.” Look at him seriously and Arshal clucked softly.

Since this time his papa there is no mouth that talks about asking for help, if it has been said so yes Arshal as a child will help.

Not like this.

Didiemin for hours.

To cry out, Arshal with his moustache face also moved away from his papa work desk.

The child must descend from his father.

Arshal raised his eyes towards the ceiling of his papa workspace, the luxury of his class from a businessman like this. As if keeping silent by becoming a famous figure, he nodded his head.

“If so, I will replace it! So, papah just left the signature behind again his name. Right now, huh?” asked himself while facing talking to his face which now his eyes turned to the look of his eyes.

Papah smiled smirk and rubbed the tip of the laptop, the edge then closed the laptop slowly and turned to Arshal.

“Can you maintain the company to stay ahead and not get involved?” ask papah Arshal seriously and jutting this Arshal as if cornered by his own papa.

“Who is wrong so reverse the name?” Arshal asked again and he did not answer what his own father questioned.

Papah breathed a rough sigh, “Sanggup?” his breathing was fluttering and Arshal stared at his papa.

The doubtful gaze he gave by his own papah, making Arshal papah could have decided for the company could be better than he held, so he wanted Gibran who would be his main heir.

And Arshal will help Gibran to take care of the company he built since zero.

Even so, Arshal still has a chance to become a helper or director holder of this company even though the original owner is Gibran himself.

His face shook his head. Seeing Arshal's stubborn attitude should make him to stroke the chest.

“No! Well, next papah will give you the confidence to replace the position of papah but not with the owner of this company who will proceed to Gibran himself.” His breakup made Arshal widen his gaze towards his papa.

“Pah, why don't I?” arshal asked with a pleading gaze, begging for the sake of having all the treasures that will not run out for his descendants as well.

Why do the calculations make this Istighfar the old man who smells this land.

Well if papah Arshal compared back.

His heart asked him to turn again.

Pelok means here, it's ulek-ulekan if the language papah Arshal.

Ordinary strange tinsel, indeed because the palah Arshal never found the item but can mention the origin but true.

“Hm, no!” the repulsion made Arshal unacceptable, the man approached his papa.

“Then yes already, let Gibran who will continue than you who can not afford later.” Syndicate the papa by crossing his hands over his chest.

Suddenly it became Arshal stared intently at his papa.

“Stay select the offer anyway!” arshal stared leisurely and took a few steps out of his comfort zone and Arshal thought about this.

For sure this is not a trap for him to step up to become a famous person like his papa, he said, although it must start from zero through some journalists who break through to interviews and clients whose work projects have not been realized at all. Must ask his papa for help to study this problem, let alone the decline and increase, usually the statistics provided by the people of the financial management.

Tok

Tok

Tok

The voice was familiar, the two of them finally came out together and Arshal with his usual steps was almost tripped by the leg of his papa who was beside him.

A little.

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**To sipp?

Later tomorrow 🗿🤜

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