Wounds From you

39. Guidance from her mother

**Haiy...

How are you**?

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Gibran— his son is currently visiting him including papah and his mother-in-law who entered his room. He is also now closely monitored again the same papa who met Arina escape from his room.

He looked flat at his mother, he was surprised by his mother who should rest here as usual even wandering obscure and ended up injured like this, it continues to be wrong who let alone find his mother was chatting with her father and her mother's hands were wrapped by another, which she was, yes, this is the result of the actions of the two of them without thinking about how the fate of the prospective child conceived by his mother, is kasian.

Already he is grateful to be wary so that from far away they think about what if they have children back, but they still crashing even though their household is on the edge of divorce.

“Nak, you that why should use the event out everything?” asked grandpa—the white gray man was questioning his mother who was none other than his mother's papah.

He sat down next to his grandfather, the father's father's father, and he saw those who were focused on one point of view, their son-in-law with their besan.

It is probably a shame, according to Gibran.

Their expressions were not actually decipherable but Gibran tried to understand, silently struggling with his thoughts.

He wanted to get out of here, but seeing his mother in danger could have been his mother hurting herself and just right her grandfather out of the room, his grandfather's men who were lulled by his mother's words must not be mistaken that his mother would be injured added.

“Iya pah, it's already Arin is not papa..” said Arina by releasing her papa hands attached to her shoulders, she was uncomfortable and with the unusual gaze of her father-in-law, he threw his papa's hand, it wasn't good.

Appreciating the guests who had visited her had the willingness to visit her who was not sick at all, only her papal behavior made Arina have to be treated here for a few days. The woman was not inexhaustible with her papa, still worried about her which clearly the doctor had explained long until there was a continuation can be written through the story, immortalized by the conversation through the contents of the novel.

“Nak,” he diverted so as not to continue to be stared at for a long time by his papa and papah then change position.

“You go to mom,” said her grandfather gave way for her, although he is old for his age but both are still strong to live how the hard business world that only rivals each other while he is also from young must learn a lot about business with these two grandfathers who have been in the business world for decades of course.

“Love cake,” he lowered his head down and he then approached his mother.

Having his mother's hand, his mother received his son's hand.

“How are you, ma'am?”

“As you can see,” his mother replied briefly.

He then showed his forced smile and he stared flat at the stomach of his mother who gradually grew older in the womb increasingly bulging.

Arina who caught it immediately took Gibran's hand and placed it in her stomach.

“Hold, this is yours!” Arina can still smile even though she is sick she can take her smile to not fade anyway.

Gibran simply held on without stroking or anything, after which he pulled his hand into its original position.

“Ya, have you eaten?” asked her mother to divert, however, not the world of her child candidates who are in the stomach. He must also keep the feelings of a son who grows up and grows well.

He must share his affection for his two children including those in his world and in his stomach.

Gibran nodded his head small, there was no intention of retaliating.

“Why are you, son? Something is wrong with mom, if there's mom apologize.” Worried that his mother, from the look on his face alone was confused to see his son since there was no intention to reply every word.

“Bu, no kok.” She replied with a smile and stroked her mother's cheek, her hand moved to embrace her mother.

So far it has been known that he was a child only wayang, but after a few years his mother did not want any more children considering Gibran was going to grow up and teenagers at that time, but as he remembered she said pregnant this was an accident between the carelessness of the two.

One was drunk, the other was forced to accept whatever the consequences would be and this is what happened beyond Gibran's expectations of his mother's two red lines, signifies his mother will be two-bodied and the possibility that he will be a sister candidate.

“Kangen yes, nak?”

“Iya ma'am, kangen..” great-grandson without feeling the presence of three people who only pay attention to the two of them.

“You two are here first, grandfather wants to go out with your grandfather and grandmother.” The grandfather of Arina's father led them both to come out so that they could be more freely the only grandchild even though he would welcome another new grandson.

With all his heart he will accept the presence of his grandson even at his age who already smells the land.

Gibran and Arina waited until their backs completely disappeared from their sight, now Gibran looked at each other's mother.

“What are you doing? All of a sudden here, how do you know that mom is here?” ask her mother who is not one-on-one first ask her.

“Yes know mom, yes every time I passed in front of their grandparents talking I was not horrified, there I pretended not to know for this problem. Hm, bu..,”

“Ya what?” Arina displayed her smile despite the pain it felt like a hand, but over time the pain was replaced with liquid dripping in her hand.

It felt cold plus hot, but he could dispel the pain.

“Mother, this is me refusing to continue with grandfather's work what do you think?” asked Gibran wanted to ask for an opinion, indeed all this time he had never met his mother until now he had the opportunity, he would not waste a long time of course.

Maybe there will be a sudden problem later.

Arina took Gibran by the hand and invited her son to sit by the hospital bed with her. Gently, rubbing the dense black hair belonged to his son.

Not only comfort but the sense of kangen that he had been damned to be buried and felt into happiness.

“Who said that you can't refuse, mom is up to you. You are the one who mengejalanint but if you think your mother can not afford it should not be taken.” His mother's last suggestion was to support her son anyway, whatever the best decision was for Gibran was the most important.

Now, Gibran laughs softly at his mother's words, impressed that his mother also supports what he has decided but does not want to disappoint so he nods his head. “If you want yes, you work but do not be too forced like a businessman like your grandfather who does not know with family, you should take a job that is light but not too time consuming that much. Most importantly your child and wife are fulfilled, but if you do not suffice easily you marry a mending woman mother can say I don't maried! Nooo, basically there is no word of marriage that there is only a false promise that means votive, still the vow of sin borne is very large. Okay?” his mother's advice continued the conversation earlier, explaining to add insight along with guidance on how a husband becomes.

The role will get heavier and there is no such thing as relaxing.

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