Wounds From you

3. Go home

Early this morning, Arina woke up late until she hit the washing machine in the bathroom as a result she did not see if there was a washing machine.

Arina opened her eyes slowly and smiled faintly, "When she wants to go to Azizah's house for her show tomorrow."

Yes, that's why the store is closed because they have an event on tomorrow and an event on them.

It seems that it is important, Arina does not want to follow what is the development of the news from the family. For him already bloated with a family who had a store.

So the abundance of money in the mattress continues he said father, if you want to go home in a closet a lot.

Stacks.

When she wanted to lift the dirty clothes on the bed, her husband came with a lethargic face and tired.

Hopefully he's not in trouble.

"Please make me instant noodles!" ketusnya by taking a drink from the gallon and there is a hot water that caused accidentally Arshal palm, at that time also the glass floated as far as one meter from where Arshal stands.

Arshal is dim, calm but there are problems approaching him.

"This why?" Suddenly Arshal shouted so Arina did not dare to lift her head is the same as putting the life of her second child for now.

"If you're iceing this soon!" With an emphasis so that Arina immediately took a broom and a fork to clean the glass shard.

"Hurry up!" he said while kicking his wife's back as Arina lowered her body.

"Don't njentit! I can! Not polite with her husband! When her husband is in front of her."

"Yes, I'll clean it up first." She changed the position of cleaning the glasses and after Arina finished cleaning, she prepared instant noodles for her husband.

"It's mas." Suddenly her husband, who had initially turned his back to her, turned his head and turned his back.

"There's chicken?"

"No one has not bought the need for one shopping ahead" answered honestly Arina so that her husband can be a little sensitive to her.

Arina made it with all her heart, yes time to be thrown away but Arina's feeling is bound to happen. Sure enough her husband sniffed her scent first.

"It doesn't smell good this way it's gonna eat the air goes away." The word that pierced for the heart of Arina, already profit to be made but this is not even accepted for various reasons.

"You want to poison me!" Her tone rose and Arina just stared blankly at the thing before her.

Her husband placed the bowl on the glass table, making a loud noise.

Arina did not take her heart to include the words and deeds of her husband.

Arshal then stood up and left the room, Arina is grateful to still be given life until now even though the mind and birth tormented when married to Arshal.

Wanting to do her work alone was interrupted this way, Arina let out a short sigh.

"Why God can't trust my soul mate, he's my husband and he should be my soul mate forever." said Arina stared at the ceiling of the dining room and the side with the kitchen and bathroom.

Home facilities do guarantee their lives but everything is from her in-laws, how unfortunate Arina usually to receive everything from her in-laws.

He said there was no hope anymore and God had given various tests still Arina never gave up before everything was resolved.

Arina cleaned her bowl and put it in the kitchen sink, she threw it into the trash box of the remaining food.

If you can't wait, Arina can leave Arshal when she is touched or she is subjected to violence in the household.

"If Arshal can't support me, let me out of this house." Just thought he wanted to get out of this one-story house in a minimalist and simple style.

Yeah, it's a gift from her in-laws to live in.

They are indeed quite rich and all are lived by his in-laws.

In terms of their home and their lives.

A paycheck?

Arina does have a salary, but that's all she keeps in savings for her future.

A little salary is nothing, for the life of his family. He can only help a little for the shopping money every day.

...***...

She would talk about her son's problems and Arina stepped out of the house, but there her first child popped her nose out of the taxi.

Arina was surprised, she was silent without being able to move from her place.

Her gaze leads to her handsome first child with disheveled hair but still handsome and sweet.

Black, sweet is a dream.

Arina waited in front, her first child casually stepped forward.

His view to his pregnant mother, he hated his second brother who would be born six months into the world.

Not her mother, she hates her future sister. His mother's heart divides the distance between them.

He did not want to lose his mother.

He did not want to see his mother crying every day, tormented in the house to make it happy how the house created a sense of comfort and security.

But, still his mother can accept everything.

He's pissed.

Gibran Al-Farizky, the first child of Arina's couple with Arshal. Now Gibran is a kid who wants to be responsible for whatever it is. He has also set up a small business, who knows to be a businessman.

You see, he once aspired with him to hallucinate as a businessman.

Emang Gibran already aspires like that, he has entered the Faculty of Economics which certainly takes about economics.

Gibran after graduation later, he will continue his s-2 in the United States especially with his scholarship waving as if he had to choose appropriately.

"Assalamu'alaikum.," Gibran greeting his mother's hand, Arina was stunned by the treatment of her first child.

Although, he hated the child how much he had to accept but how else Gibran had implied the problem.

"Wa'alaikumsalam son, how are you?" Arina hugs her first child, whose fall is shorter than Gibran's.

Gibran is taller than his mother and father.

Gibran smiled thinly from behind his mother's body, his mother shed tears and Arina sobbed in Gibran's arms.

Gibran, as a child must have felt what his mother felt.

"Because of this child, my mother cried. I don't accept it" His mind clenched its hand beneath it.

Veins look visible from his hands, his name is also he likes sports especially kost-anya there is close to the gym what is not a large field.

Gibran tilted his smile behind it all he was upset, he stroked his mother's back.

"Ma-af boy,"

At that moment, Gibran said nothing.

Gibran, the man who began to grow up as if he wanted to kill in reality he could not see his mother crying every day.

Gibran shook his head, not accepting his mother's apology.

This will be a statement for Gibran, will always be remembered.

"Mom, Gibran who should be apologizing didn't come home for a few days."

"Nothing is wrong, son of this handsome mother what about eating it? What's disturbed?" Actually Gibran already knew his mother's questions, about his food and sleep.

Always worry about the little things Gibran.

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