Wounds From you

27. Whoareyou?

Arshal waited for someone at the stop, while wiping his escaped sweat seeping out profusely. He shivered innately, until his face was pale to see everything in his environment become clouded by his vision.

Yes this is the act of reckless people without feeling the laughter that is still sick lucky himself who will go to the hospital again later.

Moreover, his parents do not want to know for his household life again, his mother just said ‘if you want, return Arina to her parents!’

He recalls where his mother needed time to match him with Arina, because why his own son did not like that woman the answer is yes Arshal takes time to like other types.

Moreover, he is a man who studied from a small in the cottage, but he is not as you read if Arshal is pious.

No, all of it is not attached to him that there is only a former fighter of science.

“Again, Gibran's.” He said anxiously looking at the left right, it was safe that no one cared about him. He is too lazy if later stared at, keep his people care to help and take him to the hospital.

So he who was battered later, could not pay the hospital and this was all his own work. Hadn't his parents had let, in fact Arshal was still supervised movements with the monitors of those around him ordered by his own employer. In order not to be too visited the child, recalcitrant if it has been advised from childhood Arshal has been familiar with the environment in the cottage. However, when one day he had graduated from the cottage out of his religious world eh so it is now.

Do not know the prohibition or religious teachings that have been provided from the cottage.

Every time the papa spoke at length, you already know the cottage graduates. Yes, papah asked you want not to continue the struggle of your grandfather? Which is famous everywhere, you still lay eggs here without any progress there is only ugliness and ugliness that you do every time.

Papah himself did not understand the teachings of religion or religious prohibitions, who told his son so.

Turning back to Arshal, he pondered while staring at the black asphalt road.

Why asphalt is not silver, black every time he along the road found the asphalt.

“Alah, maybe modified so from there. I'm not going to find the answer,”

“Ehm, how is it?” he stared at the clock that was on his wrist.

“Have afternoon, indicating that the campus is really home until afternoon? No feeling yes, weird.” He looked around the university area, some students and students were doing afternoon activities such as eating a break outside.

He had always memorized Gibran was coming home at what time, but for some reason now he did not come out even though he had asked the security guard post, the security guard post also said that Gibran had not returned because the security guard at the campus was very sorry with what kind of Gibran habits, like to hang out at the security guard post when going home and greet him.

Therefore, it is easy for a security guard to recognize the student children who are here, although sometimes forget also.

The hours should have been home by now, but Arshal was convinced Gibran had not yet returned.

While with his son now, the man observed this room which was too luxurious and classy. I don't know where he is now, but he knows if this is not the room of a lecturer or student-i.

But, no matter which courage he passed through this room and opened the door that had been given the iron trellis but signified this room was luxurious.

Yes he was curious.

He initially had the intention to go to the bathroom from the direction of the BEM room was gathered, one that made curious. There are those who lure him from passing here, it has become a list if he likes to be curious.

Hence covering here before going to the bathroom, after entering this room felt a cool air, cold pierced in his skin and was amazed by the order of the people in the room.

From wood to really luxurious.

Unaware with his mouth full of stunned and his hands raised to hold the items, whether the owner who is important he did not help.

“Ekhem...” one looks at himself while tapping his desk with a pen from earlier and there is no intention to meet him, but over time Gibran here is increasingly nervous. So, he doesn't want stuff here with strangers or people he knows, including his friends.

He opened his mouth, again and again humiliating such an act while a man stared strangely at himself and endured his regret for not exploding right now.

“Who, you?” ask her with a piercing and sharp look.

Gibran straightened his saliva roughly, this person unexpectedly was no stranger from his gaze and Gibran sighed softly.

“Then I don't know the same, I'm famous.” He tried to melt the atmosphere so as not to be equally cold here, Gibran was famous for meeting cold people he felt interested to say hello or just ask questions.

He neutralized his fear in order not to meet that deadly gaze.

His people were pissed off, “Gue didn't know you. And you don't know me,” the guy's still focused on looking at Gibran while Gibran's lowered his head reluctantly looking into that guy's eyes.

That person was none other than his elder brother who was on top of him, Gibran had met but once in the cafeteria with his older brother like to accept it until the cafeteria somehow he thought it hit the queen of bully women.

As usual this campus is like a high school child, but there are those who already think like adults and some who have become parents there are childish attitudes.

Well, at that time his level brother was looking sharply at himself when he hit the gang bully woman so he traumatized a little, fortunately it was meeting if not where there was courage he went to the cafeteria.

“Hm, yes know me the chairman of BEM this university. You make trouble here, so you must be ready to take responsibility. For what courage can you enter without permission first enter here?” tanya Long who recognizes himself as the chairman of the BEM.

Gibran then raised his head and their gazes hit each other, Gibran stared cynically.

“Oh so this is the famous BEM chairman with his looks, where?” he even approached the man and at once the BEM leader shook his head, laughing amusedly. Change his face quickly.

Huh huh?

Whahuh? He didn't hear wrong until he stopped his path.

Laughs.

Okay, maybe he was a little sassy and the BEM chairman stopped his laughter. Staring flat again at Gibran who was trying to digest what his BEM chairman was doing.

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