Wounds From you

41. Gibran and Arfa

Gibran admits he should not be in this position right now, because his grandparents had permission to return to his father's room—Arshal.

He here felt so awkward and aware that he would be stared at by the two people, not apart from that his grandfather just smiled thinly.

“Iya ‘kan he also papahmu Gibran..” Grandpa—the old man caught from Gibran's eyeballs like a confused person would choose to bring his son closer to his grandson.

“Yes, son here!” Arfa patted the coach of the chair he was sitting in and Gibran nodded his head.

“Iya,” even far away days before today, he had met but he was still a little surprised and Gibran was grateful to those who had given him time to reflect on what was there, it is not wrong anymore because they never met Gibran.

The man now moved, in the middle of the two of them.

And he was also surprised, why they did not realize if there was one of the people they were looking for was at the University owned by his papa.

“Kak Arfa..”.

Arfa and the son of his papa was surprised that at first he daydreamed, he tried to keep his smile even though in the heart it was heavy like it had to be forced, he tried to keep it, yes he is rarely for smiling let alone friendly like people, there is nothing in the principle of his life for many years he lived in this world.

Smiling is expensive in the dictionary of his life.

“What?” tanya Arfa responded to a call from Gibran.

Gibran nodded his head to identify Arfa with him.

Arfa, who knew nothing about Gibran's body language, was confused, scratching the nape of his non-itchy neck.

“Come out,” said Gibran and as a result Arfa nodded his head, he already understood what Gibran meant.

“Ya, pah ... cake, we go out first huh?” gibran's permission to the two men who were too old to be with them and the two of them who were old agreed with a nod of their heads.

“Don't be long!” papah Arshal's suggestion with a flat tone without any soft at all, maybe yes less agree with Gibran who suddenly invited his son out. When in fact he was papah Arshal wanted to embrace his uncle, like a son yes however still he considered him his second son.

Arfa then stared intently at Gibran who suddenly disappeared from his sight, uh it turned out and it turned out that the boy was beside him making Arfa lost his patience as well.

“This you!”

“Ngga need emotions, oh yes how to come here? I want to ask Lo—

“Do not use lo and I language!” his incisive appeal reminded Gibran to be more polite with himself as his cousin's brother, yes although they are not far adrift but Gibran should call himself brother.

Gibran stared fearfully at the yellowish-brown eyeball that changed with a slight red-red flash extinguished.

This person was curious for Gibran but Gibran seemed to not care, he instead set his gaze in another direction to not meet that gaze again.

It's like she's traumatized.

“Iya,”

Arfa just kept quiet not flinching, he did not intend to retaliate.

“What's your destination?” tanya Arfa looked at Gibran's gaze which only shifted in the other direction.

Arfa who feels mixed emotions he has patience as thin as a tissue will never have stock for high patience, he said, then the man grabbed hold of Gibran's fingers and dragged Gibran, who did not fit his position, Gibran is not ready to be pulled even nyungsep that exist but the visitors think if they are playing like the old people, like the old people, the toy drags but it feels it really must be repeated again so that his childhood is happy again without having to be wasted for his life.

Gibran was hissing along the way, he was actually mixed with upset to want to bite the hand of his cousin's brother but it is not as easy as that child who has the status of the main role of the successor to the main inheritance in the family of his mother Gibran.

After that he expected it, no!

Since the man was not happy with the smells of the legacy he had a great responsibility to agree on his agreement, moreover, he is also listed for heirs after Arfa but also Gibran has the right to inherit what is written on the paper containing the document has the most beautiful price un6