Wounds From you
34. Hungrier
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Arshal rolled here and there because he was frustrated because there was no work at all, it was bored and the gab that enveloped him now.
Arshal tightened his embrace to the bolster which always channeled his sense of awkwardness and did not feel him sitting from before in a lying position.
Simultaneously he hit the bolster violently many times on the bed so emotional and depressed because he already had no stock of money savings anymore, he said, the time he wants to think of how to make a bride or what there is he carries the name of his papa and who there himself is tarnished his name for his papa.
His face must be ashamed and there is no more thought to like that first, he will find the whereabouts of his son—Gibran with Arina to apologize, he said, repeating what will not be done again but towards the source of happiness right if it is happy then the legacy will fall again into the hands of Arshal.
The man laughed loudly in his room.
Crazy he just because the legacy falls in the hands of Gibran who is not clearly he is still alive and healthy, it is good that he holds the legacy.
Heritage issues still haunt his life, but the man doesn't give up.
He can take force or negoize to the two people, the rest he will use rough way if not in a smooth way.
“Akhhh...” frustrations with long breaths.
“Cold rich keep traveling around the world do not have to ndekem in this golden cage, eh one of this manuk cage.” His snoring was upset and threw the bolster into the middle of his position, by floating his body, sleeping again his position.
He seemed silent critical thinking, “Nobody else could defeat an Arshal to seize that legacy.”
His handbook turned white, clenched tightly and he hit it to the side, precisely he hit on the bed mattress.
Then he lifted his face, not feeling he was half an hour rolling around looking at the clock on the nightstand. Digital clock shows at 8 p.m.
Kruyuk.
The sound from his stomach, he was tired now.
It looks obvious from his face if he is tired of ending up back asleep because there is no more food stock and last he ate this morning, it also only uses instant noodles one pack without rice or other side dishes.
The fate of breaking the stipulated provisions even so. If he thinks yes will not be a vagabond without being taken care of gini, he is greedy for wealth not greedy for women.
No one is concerned about women, but women believe that women will only waste money.
Complicated if you have to throw money with items that are not useful at all or troublesome the legs only. It is like that for Arshal, for one thousand if men do not need a companion for his life.
But at least give him time.
So he will enjoy his life in his own way, stingy and enjoy for his life that is what he dreams and dreams.
“Laper, asyuuu.. yes I want to find grass to eat, kayak kambeng wae I.” He said by jumping from the mattress, he could not stand it yet once the night he would go out asking for work or what was important to be whole or leftover food he would receive, he would receive it, the important thing is to block his stomach which will soon sound again.
Feelings of weakness, fatigue, lethargy and emotional sluggishness are already attached to his heart. Making people who are easy to get close to him if it has been responded to yes Arshal will not accompany him but dip the head of the person without the knowledge of the parents of the person he will torture is dipping his head from above down with the water comberan and can drink that water comberan rather than idle at a waste, right baby.
Yes, that's the love story of a stingy person with his royal parents, but not with Arina who is reluctant to use her luxurious and glamorous style. Yes like ordinary people, simple but yes not outdated.
“Gue how to do?” his gaze was straight and slashed, it felt like he wanted to beg or yes do something else to be useful a little. But he thought if later tired himself to find a job and there was just a waste of gasoline left.
He lost, did not get a job and did not get to eat.
He complains, and everything results from him.
He was pensive in front while looking at the streets that looked quiet even though so many people who walked with their feet passed out because of the Sunday night, so they're used to playing out at night on foot.
He hated this kind of position, whether he would come to his parents' house and have a face again without shame to deal with his parents.
He looked straight ahead with a blank and miserable look.
Make him rub rough all over his face so that the blackheads once directly hempas with his hands.
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Because the two are different sexes, you do not know if anything will happen later.
But it's just parents and kids.
Papah and the child were molested until there was no sound of knocking on the door from the outside.
This was actually still at half-seven in the morning, but perhaps on the orders of the male figure who bears the title papah told his men to ask for breakfast earlier than other patients, he said, his daughter is pregnant and he needs to have breakfast on time.
Only now there was the sound of pantofel shoes steps echoing on the floor, the man then blinked his eyes slowly and his hands raised rubbing his eyes that were difficult to open.
“Good morning, mr.” Greet someone who entered with a tray containing breakfast from his daughter and the man his eyes immediately opened perfectly listening to the greeting that came out of someone's mouth.
Arina's face then glanced at someone who had stood with fear and sweat that tried to drip on each body, just be afraid if he is kicked or with harsh treatment because it has violated the rules made.
Of course breaking must be given the punishment of worth, especially this has not received permission from his master if he can-can he step gontai into the room of the master and nonanya who again sleep soundly.
“Hm, morning.” The short answer with eyes that are still closed, actually not completely open has been called a person who says sleepy alias narrow can not open roundly but if the view can sharpen because yes position angry.
But the narrowness of the angry man is difficult to sharpen which there are only a few centi, but different from his daughter who has a beautiful eyeball and round like the characteristics of his wife.
Well fortunately his daughter has the same characteristics and if there is a daughter who always has what is owned by his wife.
“Put it there!” point it with his chin and the one carrying the tray carries out his orders, not wasting himself on breathing the free fresh air outside. Immediately he did the command before a voice shouted at him and everything was issued.
There he was distressed and received evidence of the fact that he had violated, the guard quickly placed a tray on the table.
“I'm sorry, mr.” He stuttered and lowered his head below.
The man's eyes then looked, “Before!” he shouted by holding the blanket that was limited to his chest and he glanced at his daughter who was soundly asleep.
“Ya, sir?” said as he slowly looked at his master towards himself.
“I ask you later to look for the whereabouts of my son, whether that's where as long as it meets within a few hours and I ask today to make an appointment with him to meet with my grandson, he said, Gibran and Arfa!” he said with a tone of voice firmly the same kind of sound wake up, hoarse.
“Good, sir! No more requests?” bargain the bodyguard by looking at the body of his master who looks with his nightgown but not with his face that looks handsome despite his age of fifty-five years, he reached Isyekur sometimes with this master.
His master shook his head briefly, then the bodyguard came out and returned to his papa Arina now smiled faintly seeing Arina's mouth seem to twitch, like imagining eating food.
Maybe the effect of her being pregnant again so yes drooling so, there was one island she made on the pillow she used and her papa Arina chuckled softly.
Seeing his married daughter and having children drooling again and not feeling this was already seven in the morning, he stepped close to wake his daughter up, his initiative but he did not have the heart to see his daughter who slept soundly.
“Sleep not for long!” she whispered with her hands stroking every inch of her daughter's body, although not the part that made her have to keep her limitations as the father of Arina.
He smiled by holding his daughter's stomach which will soon bulge round like a bakpao, again and again it's time to pet the grandchild and even she was pregnant again, this is the power of God that no one can compare.
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