Wounds From you
26. Prepare
In the traditional market it is full of people who are hunting for discount goods including Arina who want to go to the market to shop meet the refrigerator in the rented it chose to pass the shortcut only.
Because he was afraid that jostling would happen. As a result, he now passes from the market of cloth to the middle of its location, the mothers are more precisely those who sell around the morning market and the fish traders who usually have started selling fresh fish in the morning.
He took a walk to the chicken trader, as usual he would start trading for tomorrow and prepare trading goods from today. With reckless capital and some money in his wallet, became a target himself to support his prospective children in the womb.
“Bu, how much is it about?” arina asked suddenly without any offer from the seller.
Usually this chicken seller even if it is not quiet where he wants to make a call to his customers to buy his chicken, there also happens to be two mothers who follow the chicken shopping here.
“Thirty thousand, bu.”
“Thirty huh? Hm, two kilos first yes bu.” Arina exclaimed by taking out her wallet from her shopping bag made of rattan, this is all she borrowed with a bude whose owner rented it.
And it just so happens that the person is not stingy, not his trademark if stingy. Meningan do not need to be a rented mother and certainly do not sell if people are fierce is not stingy, bodo time is the same customer who rented his contract.
“Yes, awaited! There's a line of two. Somewhat long,” replied his mother while cutting her little chicken into pieces and weighing it down.
“This is so how much?”
“Ser hundred parts huh? You see, want to be made sate.” Answer next to Arina, the careless mothers and observe the phone from now on.
“What is this bu?” ask the seller who looked excited, uh these mothers want to buy chicken or what. Chicken two kilos made into a hundred parts, so small.
O Allah, it takes a long time must be left to buy what first. Slip into the vegetables that are not far from the chicken seller.
“I go to vegetable first, yes ma'am. Left undeterred, let not late.” Said Arina began to look at her mother as well as herself to push her body not to meet her path, she just to the point of seeing her mother who should be two-bodied for her eh she became one so.
Bongsor and eat the way.
Arina shook her head, she raised her hand, her fingers patted her lips softly so as not to body shaming here.
“Iya, there from later this emotion waiting for mom to be a hundred.” The seller's mother alone has a bad tone, meaning yes more or less the mother is bad.
Emang soft is not here, all of the sellers are on average fierce and sound as usual, shrill without limits.
“Buy what? Make stock in the refrigerator,” he chose to choose while thinking about what he would buy and finally he stopped by this fresh vegetable seller.
“Bu, it's red pepper same regular chili, another one is pepper mercon.” Arina explains what she bought, but the seller gives her a plastic bag.
“Get it yourself!” exclaim the seller who is busy weighing, serving other buyers.
Arina took her plastic and she walked towards the place where the peppers were gathered.
“Price is not this ma'am, cabe?”
“Engga, have chosen only the total later!” answer the seller by wrapping plastic that already contains goods.
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The series of words that his mother had spoken made him look to reflect on his mistakes, although the initial intention had been to negotiate his papal inheritance to fall into his hands. However, fate was reluctant to side with him.
Now the man pondered what he would plan to be able to take the inheritance back into his hands. He is not kapok, as long as it is not more than the limit of his fairness just to be a child.
His mother had visited him yesterday after being given information by his papa guards, so there he told a long story to advise his son who did not listen to him.
It was as if those beautiful words were ringing in his ears, becoming a fairy tale engrossed in storytelling.
Now that he has returned from the hospital, fortunately his mother has her heart to pay the hospital fee if not where she can go home, he said, he was arrested and police couldn't pay the hospital fees.
“Do I have to meet that child so I can meet his mother and keep coming back again?” tanya herself stared blankly at the television in front of her showing the bald boy of two twins, one of whom had hair in the middle.
He nodded, and today he will find that child rather than starving to death in this house and the darkness, the drought will all be felt when he is no longer rationed by his papa.
Because the papa has made the rules.
He must be a wise and responsible man!
The man then grabbed his remote to turn off the television in front of him, even though his body was crushed he would hit as if a storm hit the service boat at sea.
Although not as sick as yesterday, but he can set this body if not crumpled later on his home.
Until I can just go home!
The principle.
“OK, grab the same jacket motor key!” tell him, step faster towards the room to pick up the two objects.
He wanted to explain what his mistake was to cover his mask from wanting to seize the inheritance.
After that Arshal returned to the living room, heading out of the house. He paused for a moment, looking dreamy first.
That's this one thing he always carries, cell phone. Then he grabbed the phone from the table and the bag next to him.
While carrying his bag he came out of this house, heading to the garage where his motorcycle was parked.
The man wore his helmet that was already in the rearview mirror and after that he rode the motor maticnya, turn on the two-wheeled engine.
Then run it out of the house he lives in himself now.
As for Gibran, the man looked very tired due to the lesson described earlier. He could desperately give a presentation not to laugh because the lecturer was nudging it his anus hit a taper table. So unable to focus he even focused on his lecturer, so he is tired now.
The man entered the territory of the BEM-placed area, who usually has a territory, the chairman who rarely shows his face to other members or children, including lecturers who rarely ask about the BEM chairman.
Because the chairman is the son of the Rectorate of this campus. Therefore, if discussing the child is ready to be fired or will not be accepted wherever he works. With accusations of defaming his own son. Therefore, children also do not dare to explore or find information. But, makes Gibran curious about the face of that child. How could he casually tell his members or subordinates to work while he likes to sit sweet.
He joined here for reasons that make him interested in campus organization, because campus organization is not only BEM. But, for some reason, he was enticing to join this BEM organization.
“Hm, hello...” said while sitting in his place, as usual this room was made circular like a meeting room and there were the gazes of everyone who turned to him.
He does not care, usually also he if anything will be invited to chat but this time he just so a spectacle of the other members.
“Sya, Gibran. You have come here, how is there a problem?” one of the people had indeed acted as usual, greeting and chatting with each other. However, one person here who Gibran considers as a friend is now the one who greets him.
He just smiled thinly, “No. Yes this, I'm here.” Answer's straightforward.
The man laughed softly, “Patience! So children do not be cold napa, do not fit it face if it is cold!” teased his friend and Gibran was just indifferent, he stared flat at everyone.
His friend was silent. Not daring to comment again, because the cue from a person who guided the meeting to tell them all to be quiet.
“Good, listen!” an order from one of the hosts this time.
Everyone here was excited to receive a report or something, because from their gaze alone it was predictable. If Gibran is compared to himself, every time a meeting here everyone usually gets rid of his position only as a member.
But, uh, Gibran was secretly sick of his brain with maximum capacity, so do not be surprised if there is a definite Gibran that will be approached by the children who get rid of and at times happy Gibran not invited.
Friends who are not grateful!
In fact, here BEM it has a clear purpose.
Both are lived together and there is no mutual hostility between members.
Every member of the organization has the same goal.
So no wonder, there is competition and hostility between each member.
I don't know what the problem is.
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