Wounds From you

22. I want mom out

What about Gibran, whose position is now in front of his mother is stalking himself while holding his chest.

Staring at his eldest son long ago.

“Why did you come home tonight?” arina asked as she sat herself on the chair dressed in a neat robe and veil, seeing that her stomach might now be distended, she must be wearing a rather loose outfit.

“What is your problem, let me ask you now why go home tonight must not be far from a problem ‘kan? I'm asking you nicely now, Gib replied! The woman in front of you is questioning as a parent worried if her child has a problem, the mother will provide a solution if you need it. Mom will be your shoulder for the story, come on! Story.”

Gibran lowered his head, his heart rippling strongly because he had to once again reject his ego to be with his mother.

“Sorry..” the speech is soft.

Arina shook her head noisily, “Mom doesn't need your answer like that! I just asked, why? There's a problem, isn't?” her question held back her emotions.

“Why?”

Again Arina wanted to know, from being a parent who has been married twenty years with Arshal has a son who is now before him it is not easy for him but he can pass it with the support of parents and do'a who he always asks the Almighty God.

Whether he wants to be touched or not, he always faces the Almighty to vent.

Gibran then raised his head slowly to look at his mother who is now looking at him as well.

Not felt now his eyes have warmed because he saw his mother who looked with her face frowning.

He said.

“Sorry once again, mom I want mom out of here! Sorry, sorry..” Then his eldest son replied that Arina stared in disbelief, her jaw just falling to hear what this son answered.

Like lightning in broad daylight.

Shocked to hear what came out of his son's mouth.

Tests.

One precious teardrop was seen falling out of her eyelids, free-falling on her cheeks.

Be ill.

As a son who should love and love his own mother after his father, why would he be otherwise?

Gibran felt he did not deserve to say it, he thought by drinking would forget the memories given by his parents to him, in fact it was a big mistake!

The effect will be bad, he will expel people who have given birth to him into this world.

Durhaka!

Of course that will be spoken in the mouths of those who look at Gibran.

His son inched to approach and lowered his body quickly, sitting himself before his limp feet hearing that.

Then his gaze went down to his son who wanted to kiss his feet.

Arina did not feel shed tears this time, she was no longer able to stem her already heated tears in the area of her eyelids.

“Hm, yes. Mommy should go?” arina asked with a thin smile while shedding tears that ended up useless.

“Iya mom left from here, but mom sent a message to you. So a successful and independent child, don't depend on each other! The same five-time prayer should not be abandoned, confide in Allah if anything! Sick call mom, let me come here later. I will not give you long distances, because I have the right to take care of you and if you want me to go. I'll leave here, change your attitude to be a good generation candidate again. So that your prospective successor does not follow in your footsteps, later.” Obviously Arina was long even though her chest was tight if she explained but she was as much as possible able to advise her eldest son.

Arina aligned her body and held Gibran's shoulder.

“Sini, hug first!” he shouts his smile, even though it is a fake smile he can still hide sadness.

Gibran raised his head above, looking at his mother's watery-looking bead.

“Sorry, mom. I can't be a good son to mom,” she said in tears and the first time Gibran could shed a tear for a woman he loved.

His hands held his mother's cheeks and wiped the remaining tears.

He was sinful, this time regretful. He really wanted to withdraw his words but already. Because he wanted to protect his mother from the trouble he received from the mysterious person.

Afraid, afraid that his mother might get hurt.

Mending her wounded self and being able to see her mother's smile returned.

“No more drinking or smoking!” after saying that Arina got up to stand up to immediately pack the bag filled by her clothes, immediately stepped up from this Gibran boarding house.

“Yes,” replied Gibran without looking at the back of Arina who entered the room, to take her needs.

It does not make sense, but there are other reasons that will be accepted and thought through logic.

But over time, everything would be explained by his son. He would be wiser to respond to his son's decision for the best this time.

His son can go so far, he must decide immediately to find a place to live or be habitable for himself.

Arina finished packing, staring at her wedding photos that she always carried and tucked on top of the book that became complaining all along.

Smiling thinly.

“Mas, now our son is an adult but I need you to also be a substitute father figure for the lives of our next sons and daughters.” Arina said by holding her picture and after calm, plong heart then put the photo into the bag.

He did not want to have to be left behind, afraid if Gibran read and could conclude that life before Gibran was born or small many problems befall them.

It's been decades, great!

Naw? She does not deserve to be called a mother anymore, because she has not given birth to this child to the world. After that he will really let go of everything, he wants his son's next life to be well taken care of and will be continued by Arshal.

Arina stepped out of the room, where Gibran was sitting on the floor pensively.

The blue-veiled woman approached, stepping closer to Gibran.

His hand slapped Gibran's shoulder.

“Mother, go huh? Take good care of yourself as long as mom is not beside you, don't be spoiled!” said mother.

Gibran's hand seemed to prevent Arina's leg, swaying with a cry that finally broke once again.

“Bu, sorry. This is for the good of my mother the same as my future grandchild although not expected. Gibran will be good, but mom occasionally meet ya every week.” Gibran pleaded with Arina by putting her hands together.

Arina sighed softly and smiled widely.

“What the hell, no papa. This is your mother, you deserve. A son is his first love to his mother, so this affection of yours really will disappear already spared the mother outside. Please let mom go,” said Arina cheering her son.

Despite the pain, Arina held it back so as not to fall back on her tears because she would not be willing to let her son stay here.

“Already, yes? Don't cry anymore!” her request was gentle and she clenched her son's body for the last time.

“So you don't let go of Mr. Angga's trust for you to be his son, your father's successor! Be proud of you, don't waste it! Mom will stay here but not far away, we won't be together.” Arina continued with tightness in the heart even though Arina could encourage the next day to be able to escape from her family that had been messed up somewhere.

Maybe it's not destined to build a small family time, slice.

Arina smiled bitterly, she rubbed the child's hair on the side and tidied it up.

“Yes already, mom left huh? You're good here, mom stays good wherever it is.” Arina stood up but Gibran's hand blocked the woman's wrist from leaving first.

“Sorry, this is for the good of Gibran's mother. Sorry,” said Gibran who remained warm, did not feel the hijab worn by Arina may now be wet and Arina already no longer know the state of her son who has not been able to legowo departure from her mother.

It was obviously him who asked to leave. However, Arina did not dare to delve into it.

“Yes, you are like anyone! Now, think of it as relaxing. Those who want to interfere with a happy family that has been built for decades, uh in the end, what else, maybe God loves the way to not be together again. But, lauhul mahfudz who has determined if indeed Arshal's father is a mother match. Arshal's father is not going anywhere, because the lauhul mahfudz was written from the time of his unborn mother has been asked and recorded, that is. Lauhul mahfudz is like Qaddarrullah who cannot be changed again. That's why I want you better than your father! Okay?” Arina saw that Gibran was not responding, because Gibran's hand was cooling and he felt his nose.

No breathing, usually...

Full of question marks, Arina finally confirmed Gibran's body and rightly guessed if Gibran mostly crying so unconscious now his condition.

Well, not yet left already lying tender on his mother's body.

It's not very useful.

It is possible for there to be a further approach but the concept is somehow this. Arina then lied to Gibran's body even though she was a woman who still contained it tough, she was sitting and erecting the fainting person was heavy.

Loadings.