Wounds From you
35. Million words
**Hallo...
how are you doing?
no kangen?
yes here miss first❤**
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Arina—the woman has now woken up from her sleep. He looked at his left right there was no one accompanying him here, he sighed softly.
Papah somewhere, he was no longer confused maybe his papa was outside looking for food or breakfast in the cafeteria, usually like that. He looked at the table with the tray and the items on the tray, he then picked up his blanket and woke up from his position that was originally sleeping on his back.
By reaching for the infusion pole and having his feet lowered from the bed where he rested.
The woman chose to eat breakfast this time, it would be a pity if not eaten at the end of the papah throw money for a piece of food in the tray.
He stepped slowly towards the available chair in his place.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” greetings someone who entered his room by opening his door.
With a frown as his first gaze focused on the bed that his daughter was in was sleeping comfortably and soundly. There was no one and he pushed the door closed back from the inside.
He then spread his gaze, his gaze met his daughter who was opening her breakfast and he revealed his smile.
Because he was calm with his daughter who settled not out of the room, he also did not believe that his daughter would go out alone without any supervision from him. He was hesitant at first, but seeing someone sitting made him smile.
“Wa'alaikumsalam,” replied late Arina who did not hear, but previously she heard only ***.
And he continued with a clean sliver.
The woman returned a warm smile and with her pale face covered with her beautiful face wrapped in hijab, even so Arina still liked the look of her son. Yes, even though it still hurts.
“Eh pah, have you eaten?” ask Arina who offered.
“Already, just eat first son!” her orders were gentle and Arina nodded her head.
“Papah do not want you sick again, if later your food is eaten papah.” God saw his daughter who was happy to offer.
Arina let out a long sigh, “Iya not that, pah. But, do at least offer before agreed or requested.” The answer is that mix the food, soft food as usual Arina does not like but inevitably she has to eat it, appreciate how to find money to finance her treatment in this hospital.
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While Arshal— the man was walking towards the park, looking for fresh air even with his stomach not filled at all and worms that had asked him to fill his stomach.
There he did by drinking the gallon of water one glass and now the worm was back, making him uneasy because the sweat on his forehead dripped every time he stepped. And he felt the cold sweat that was on his back felt all the way to his chest, his chest a little tight.
He sat himself in a chair in the park precisely facing the fountain surrounded by a circular pond filled with koi fish and friends.
He exhaled a rough breath and inhaled voracious air, it still feels crowded but he can dispel the tightness.
He was calm and thought about his fate in the future, whether he became a person who would be careless if his life would be like this in the future.
Kan ya there is no way he will be silent without any business activities to find a job in order to earn money and live his life.
He propped his chin with his left hand and looked at everything in the garden, it was so cool but it did not treat his sense of laper and the rest of his heartache, it was coarse.
Want to reply to everything, but he remembered his initial position.
“Eh yes Gib, can it?” sounding faint but certain, Arshal's ears were not wrong anymore. He turned his head back, where there were two people who turned their backs on him with different sexes.
The other one is from behind a man who is a postured Gibran but he can't believe it if it's really Gibran, afraid he's wrong people but Arshal squinted his eyes and right comrade.
It was Gibran, one miracle came for him. He would come to Gibran pretending to be sluggish and limp in order to be given food, but then he would appear to be begging in front of his son.
Okay he still has a vein of shame for that but he will discuss the issue where the address of his mother, his wife. He will meet Gibran's mother about asking her to forgive him what he did wrong to Gibran's mother, Arina.
But, he can't.
He has shame and he has a big ego, to do that would be difficult for him.
But he will try it before it is too late he will die of hunger and drought.
Before that he will prevent not to die in a state of poverty, not having anything that is difficult for others to bury themselves in the pit without any wealth.
Seemed a brilliant idea suddenly appeared, he finally stepped up limping even though he felt pain that was not how he thought but could be spelled out because he did not have money.
He headed towards Gibran and a woman who was sitting beside him, it could be said that the woman of his style had already shown him someone who was, grateful Arshal has a son who is very useful for his life and guarantees his future life not to be destitute.
Arshal published his smile as Gibran was helping the girl with his hands, with no strings attached or not.
The man approached them with a slight disturbance now, but he tried to perform the ritual of breathing the air but it was not like this. It hurts so much, his chest is very tight and looking ahead it feels burem and fireflies.
Arshal, bruk!
The man fell down with not his elite falling on the sharp rocks so that his head was hit by the sharp rock, not felt because the man had already floated due to fainting. Already not knowing what happened, can be told now Gibran who was chatting was reflexively turned to look for the source of the sound that caused someone to faint, he said, his gaze was now a faint-headed man with his head on the rocks.
The grown-up man grimaced, he held his head there was a sense of inner bond between the person who fainted on the rocks that made him immediately run without saying the question thrown by Syifa—adek liftnya precisely he admitted a Syifa was his foster because the Papah Angga made Gibran as the brother of Syifa. Making Gibran believe just like that, without any sense of bonding that is really trusted as a friend for his life.
Some of the men again need education again to achieve his goals in order to be able to pursue knowledge in the country he dreamed of.
That is the university in Cairo precisely he will carry out his knowledge to get his degrees can memorize the holy verses of the Quran especially and can preach by spreading the religion of Islam, a religion that has no God or anything. Can join invited to read the creed with all his heart and all entrusted by FAITH.
Because faith has three things to do. Believed through the heart, spoken verbally, done by deeds.
That is called the religion of Islam with the presence of FAITH can make himself fall in love with ISLAM.
Turning back to Gibran now, the man ran in a hurry to help the collapsed man, he was so sorry to see it especially with blood pouring heavily on his head until it was marked by blood spots flowing on the rocks.
Gibran sat on his knees and not fully seated, he stared at the faint-looking man he had once been and was no stranger to this man's posture.
His guess was never wrong again to turn over the body of the fainted man, Arshal—his father.
The man's body felt like it was limp, limp.
It did not feel like he was streaming clear tears that were seeping into his cheeks and he was not strong, weak about his father or his mother. If the two go through something like this, it makes Gibran feel like he's wrong. Keeping both his parents not fit and he groaned with a high tone of voice, so that the people around him just look at the watch without any intention to help lift his father's body.
The man slapped his very sick chest, watching his father bleed too much and too much from his forehead and back of his brain. Failing to be a child, he pulled the edge of his shirt.
Fail.
His father's body was cold and the man eventually lifted his father's body, although a bit heavy but he trusted himself to help his father even though the man he helped did not consider him as his son.
But at least he's not like that, he'll stay the same. But the treatment is different, seeing his father who arbitrarily he will repay him as worth although sometimes kasian and his mother_Arina he loves with all his heart even though his future brother is present in his stomach.
Okay full of a million words for Gibran through his various life that from somersaults, happy, happy, sad, feeling lonely but it was paid by what he achieved so far.
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