Wounds From you
4. Gibran
"You why Gib?" ask his mother who's cooking Gibran's favorite chicken porridge.
Gibran who was asked was indeed wandering his mind, in front of him there was a laptop screen and his eyes went nowhere.
The view is not to the laptop but to the kitchen wall.
"Have you checked with the doctor yet, ma'am? Is your mother sick, is she healthy?" it was as if he had switched his mother's conversation earlier and his mother was frowning.
"It's okay if the mother, because the mother is always healthy Gib. Why is Gib?" He was confused by Gibran's question, which asked his mother instead of her own..
Understand it, Arina knows what is in Gibran's heart.
"Yes, my son, no papa."
"Yes allhamdulilah ma'am, do not think too much later!" sindir Gibran and Arina stepped up to head for the dining table.
He put down the chicken porridge that he had made with love.
"Not smell it." Suddenly came a man with a style of his way had been guessed.
"Well the house turned out?" with at the end of his father's ruckus getting stronger so that Gibran is unable to remember the memory of the past two knows.
Whether the trauma will recur and can be to help him.
Moreover, Gibran did not carry a protector.
"Sorry Mom, I'll go to the room first."
"Yes, son, you go to the room." answered his mother quickly and Arina looked at the nanoar, the rice was porridge like a proverb but this was already in real.
Her husband, Arshal, bows his head to Gibran's room.
"Why?" arshal asked, sitting on a chair, and Arshal shifted the bowl that contained the sauce. He does not like it too much, he likes just pureed doang ya already.
"Cock he's home?"
"Yes, he suddenly came home. Does it fit in there?" ask her husband this way Arina can make rice for porridge.
Usually just use rice outside what is important smells outside, as much as possible the food should be kicked in the mouth
"Yes, it's possible that Gibran again doesn't fit."
Arshal then cleared his throat, signaling after this he was not okay as if he did not want to have problems, but there were problems.
"You don't work today, you're supposed to work, let alone it's Monday. The beginning of the departure must be the spirit to the future." protested Arshal, the man seemed eager to cheer himself.
Arina, she stroked the chest and Arshal played on the feeling a woman should be self-conscious.
"Keep that way! No use times, once permission mom to rest well. Not once twice I did, you better work instead of at home!" reply Gibran who came sewot just like that, he did not mind the baby but his mother who looks tired.
Arshal who does not accept, as much as possible Arshal does not play his emotional energy at this time.
Wh why?
He was declared high blood by the doctor, last night he had come to the doctor. Why did he suddenly get sick.
Arina codes for Gibran not to provoke emotions that would explode if Gibran challenged again.
"Eat first, boy! Arguing in the mouth is not good."
"Your pinter skirt, you know what?" Challenging that was Arshal's answer, as a husband he shouldn't not accept the aspirations of every member of his family.
Hence those in the Arshal family members no one dared to approach when there was a problem.
Brought, ruined!
When angry one family will be crushed.
Gibran who can only defeat his own father even though the end, Gibran has a character that goes down his father's legacy. He already knew if the problem was so, but he enforced one of the households of his mother and father to survive.
Actually from a long time ago he heard his mother cry, he was hurt and just wanted him to say why defend your household well?
If finally I'm the same mom fighting continues.
Broken home is not good.
Gibran tries to divert all of his past to pursue his future.
Naturally, if Gibran is angry, as a child must protect both of them from every household problem.
Especially if his grandparents knew, maybe from the first they had separated between father and mother (grandparents: parents from Arina).
"You going to college now?" When Arina saw some paper in her son's hand. Now it was gone and Gibran put his bag on his back.
Gibran shook his head, "I'd like to ask for daddy's money. I haven't felt this before!" He showed spp paper in the form of a payment sheet for him to go to college.
He stared intently at Gibran's eyes which were also both serious in this conversation.
Arina as if her body was floating around, she stayed in place until she was unable to mediate them.
Fear he and the child in his womb will happen nothing.
"Mas, help you both grow up. Tired of me every day not the same father, equally stubborn!" Because there was no response from the two, Arina should not mediate even a bacok fight.
Than depression and frustration.
"Yes okay, if you guys want a cage please... My Monggo doesn't deny it,"
Arina left the kitchen first and the two men looked at each other sharpening.
Gibran tightened his jaw as much as he could while his seemingly calm father neutralized his breath.
"I'm not going to transfer that money to your college! It's all your mother's responsibility!" Arshal and Gibran snapped, it must have been his father's last answer.
"It seems that if you can't make a living don't need to be yaoloh yaoloh."
Gibran laughs occasionally holding his stomach, he will laugh at his father's obscure activities.
Gibran said in a sense, he would never change if this matter. He will fight the fear in his heart.
"Don't say that! If you don't get a free job, too, if college is just throwing money away!" they both argue with each other in terms of sides and are stubborn really hard.
Gibran then came out of the dining room and Arshal who was there clasped his hand until the veins in the hand formed.
"Nobody is useless if there is science that is useful all the time." He shouted from the main door and he stepped towards the main door.
When Gibran wanted to get out he hit someone who knows who, he gasped and helped the person he hit with a large body and could be high as well Gibran.
It was around one hundred and eighty centi meters and could definitely be said to be tall.
Gibran received the hand he hit, apparently his cousin who was both almost his age, but older than his cousin and now he was already a Ceo in his own company.
Arina's bangkit was twenty-one years old and Gibran did not expect Gibran to be determined to pursue his ideals.
Building a small company is helped by others who he already considers as his own parents.
Wh why?
Because the man Gibran trusted really wanted a child like Gibran.
"Haiii.." he said softly and smiled broadly while Gibran responded with a blank and flat face.
The boy was very humorous and friendly.
So good is it there.
Famous in all circles and the boy seemed authoritative when using the services of his office.
Male gender.
"What are you doing here?"
"What does this want is to come here to give this to your mother." Indeed, the boy was carrying the goods in a plastic bag, no matter what he brought.
"Milk is pregnant with fruits." continued the boy and Gibran nodded.
"Meet my mother inside." she replied coldly and Gibran now went to college, there is a class schedule today is indeed the schedule of noon but he said the lecturer did not enter and he only lied to avoid his father who was rampaging inside.
"Yes. Where are you going?" he asked as he looked at Gibran's clothes that looked tangled in a mess.
"Hm .... Going to college, there's a class today." It was very awkward when I wanted to talk like this.
"Okay, I went inside. Do you want me to go to college?" the offer of a friendly handsome boy seemed to be appetizing especially he only took a taxi every day.
Indeed, those from the rest of the family are less able to buy private vehicles, the existence of bicycles in the garage and motor beat that year has long.
Sneaking said his mother.
The important thing is to be able to eat the same can be alive also grateful.
"Yes I'm waiting here!" very stiff to answer, it used to often fight with this child just to grab the attention of his grandfather to him.
Jealous and obsessed to notice.
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