Wounds From you
24. A2&G
Arina is making noodles for her dinner this evening, after berberes get a contract that can be comfortable and safe for sure she chose this contract.
Long-term he has paid with some, he will pay if later he has got a job that can make his life later.
Now it is still sharpening his brain to apply for a job, especially in the condition of him when pregnant for four months this is a small possibility he accepted his work.
Tired quickly with a young condition, usually complaining. However, he as much as possible turned the money to do what activities can produce money.
He is interested in selling, but this savings money is just mediocre. Then he thought, how he sold around.
It will not bother him, especially he can still walk well not spoiled.
The woman was finished with her noodle making activities, the plate was now placed on the table for her to eat.
Reversing her body would lift the hot pot to the sink.
Later he will wash it after eating, the power will be filled again.
“Hm, it's plong now. Gini aja a lot yes, tomorrow buy a lot of stock the same rice was not bought.” Arina said back to the table, she sat on the floor as usual there was no such facility in the house that Arshal's parents had given her.
“Iya has done it,”
He started cooking and preparing spices that must be peeled first before processing.
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With Gibran himself now weeping bitterly because he threw out his mother is the same as hurting his mental and physical forever.
But this is for the sake of his mother being able to live his daily life, he is tormented it is okay that important he can help his mother safely to avoid the terror that has been done by mysterious people.
“I should be able to rise, not weak as gini.” He said by beating up the bed, venting his frustration.
“Do I have to find a way to avenge all that terror?” gibran asked by folding his legs to tuck his face on his knees.
The man was frustrated, so he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for college because he had to live his ordinary life.
He did not want to disappoint his mother who had put great hopes for him, so that being a successful person no longer asked for help to others.
Reply Mr. Angga with a thousand good things, because he is the one who has helped us when we need.
The grown man looked at his body from the mirror, staring with a cynical pang of piety.
“Hm, we start a new life!”
“Didn't I have been targeted by that girl who is crazy about me?” he asked while thinking about the girl who had been chasing him but there was no answer from Gibran, Gibran who was indifferent to the circumstances around and did not care what happened if it was in the campus area.
Moreover, during this time he was rarely to just look for a friendship room, only three people who had been close to the Faculty he pursued to find knowledge.
For five semesters running and soon KKN will be run, although he must have a golden opportunity to approach the woman. Can avenge him all this time, feeling not wrong.
I have to khusnudzon first.
“OK, I'm getting curious about the same thing as a kid. Follow the plot, try to think from the first I will never be intilin continued terrorized all.” He said while looking at the sideburns of his mustache that began to appear in the upper area of the lips.
He forgot that today is full of work that he should handle, let alone the work he did at his home Angga sir. She was told to escort her daughter to her ceremony, so she could forget a little about what happened last night.
Not nothing, he remembered but if he added too much to his case then the person though did not hesitate to send terror that made GGibran worse.
The man finally took out a tool to shave his smooth mustache and everything he did from a teenager, he was already uncomfortable if his mustache filled his lips that were eating was not calm.
His hands were raised to clean and start his activity.
After some activities he went through, he now finished changing his clothes and the shower was walking towards the exit of the room.
He will make breakfast to fill his stomach which from last night he did not eat, yes this is himself.
In fact, he really wants to feel close to his mother and accept his future brother even though he will pay back what will be thought later.
After being born in the world.
“Gue make sambel tempe dry only time yes, have not made.” He went to the kitchen and approached the refrigerator.
As he remembered last night when he was still unconscious, he saw his mother who seemed to fill the goods in the refrigerator. He becomes sad when this is the case, contemplating what he did.
“Sorry,” one word slips in Gibran's heart.
Gibran stared at the one egg left in the refrigerator, imagining if it had a mother who was definitely processed and became the main dish faced to Gibran himself.
Because Gibran likes the shelled goods, whenever there are no eggs he does not eat until he is asleep. The dream world was definitely filled with scattered eggs.
Just-there's.
***
Now with Arshal's condition that has been lying weak, drooping left just like that on the doorstep of the house. In the dim eyesight saw the state of his parents' house, the front door seemed closed.
He grimaced slowly, over time the ringisan became strong voice.
“SAKIT!!! AISH, NO ONE CAN SAY WHAT?” Shouting himself as he rolled around, his body was like being crushed many times until he saw the many stamps given by his own mother.
People who have given birth to the world but yes this is the fate of children who have broken the rules.
His body just wanted to stand up hard.
However, he tried to let alone himself was a man and he stared at the main door of this house.
“Already, maybe this time you let me be safe today with this much sin of mine. Fearfully, those who kill even though I have to bear my sins that mount this.” He muttered while pushing his feet like a child wants to buy lato-lato but not obtained.
Yes, now his attitude is like childish.
He also stood up with pain that hit his entire body, although he could walk slowly towards his matic motorbike which was still parked in front of the house. There is no intention to move his favorite motorcycle.
He sighed softly, “Nobody wanted to help me take him to the hospital. Treated so,” he stared incensed to all those who stood guard like a statue in front of his parents' house.
As usual, these people, if not told by what their master and mistress say, will not depart.
So cassian.
Mending himself killed his mother rather than tortured like this.
He reached into the pocket of his pants looking for the existence of the key of his motorbike and finally found the key of his motorbike right in his pocket.
Wishing everyone, basic!
Hid. If if the same mama papah loves you, it should be treated eh this would be battered. Slowly he stopped the motor and prevented the motor, already using a helmet. The round thing stuck to his head, the pain hit his head.
There was no sense of red curdling liquid seeping out of his nose. What was as bad as that until he nosebleed using all, he also directed the rearview mirror on his face. And it is true that the blood is getting longer and longer.
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