Wounds From you

41. What Bener?

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 and Gibran are now outside with the last Arfa walking, intending Gibran from behind, he pulls the door to close slowly fearing him disturbing his mother.

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.

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 paper containing documents have a high selling price. There was no way he would waste that golden opportunity, for it did not come a second time.

Moreover, Arfa is already rich yes begono lah, lah, already from birth he got a treasure that could meet his needs while he was not enough to prove how the struggle of the mother was slow to find a job just for a drop of pregnant milk and nutritious food to gain weight, especially when it was in very difficult conditions for the economy.

“Gue how to keep your sister is nothing, I am cousin lo!” his gaze was cold while patting Gibran's thigh hard.

Gibran flicked his mouth, “Iya I know!”

“Lo language change! Wherever it is adek must have manners for his brother,” he said flat and use tone.

He changed his sitting position and glanced at Arfa who was really wanting him to skin alive, all wrong talking about the Raden Mas Arfa position is very high.

It did not feel like he raised his hand to respect and Arfa in his heart giggled at the behavior of his cousin.

“What's up? And explain in detail only!” asked Arfa and told Gibran to the point not to repeat too many words that he thought were less important, he was easy to digest but not for him who repeated his words.

The principle is ‘why should the tray?’.

It's wrong already.

“Oh yes I want to discuss about inheritance,” unloading Gibran.

The man's eyes were bulging, was this a real grandchild? His brain was tilted to the left, so he thought too far.

“Yang really?” tanya Arfa made sure and Gibran nodded his head without asking what Arfa meant.

“Iya how?”

“It's nothing Gib, you know your grandfather has not died... Have you charged with inheritance?” he did not trust Gibran because he had really crossed the line as a grandson, because there are those who accommodate the line of descent of the grandson is not included if indeed the biological child of the grandfather has not died.

The twenty-year-old man frowned not understanding what was discussed by Arfa instead he was here asking for an opinion on what had been really not felt it deserves him why he can be loved, some are more entitled to receive it.

“Eh, I didn't talk about grandpa lo ogeb! Knows not that lo it discusses the issue of my legacy that is in the grandfather of my father was fully loved, his trust is the same I weeh! It's not fair ogeb, is it?” gibran asked, looking straight ahead, and Arfa smiled.

Arfa secretly the man was taking his handohon and he was looking for the goggle application.

He sought a law governing the heir who was not his son but his grandson as the son of his own biological son.

“Maybe there is another way for your grandfather to leave his valuables can be managed well same lo own.” Answer the simple Arfa without length and Gibran's eyes rotate lazily.

This child if explaining not shortened it could be pleasantries first or how, let alone his face plus suitable as a cobbler who again wait for the stove to run out.

“No other answers? Briefly compact and very easy to understand.” His grunt while insinuating Arfa's heart, sad if he said from his little heart.

Gibran stared at the bead of Arfa's eyes that looked at him, both staring. The gray eyeballs owned by Arfa turn black.

Gibran was immediately surprised, “Kak Arfa.” call Gibran who was understanding the condition of how Arfa's relationship with his papa which is a little not true how the relationship should be.

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**Sorry yes if it is not up so far, how many days have not been counted.okin explained that Din really want to focus on school two weeks ago so yes want how again, so please, moreover, the clash of want PTS also does not know later:)

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