Wounds From you

42. Arfa and Arina

Gibran chose to leave after he had a long chat with Arfa, unwittingly returning to his father's room where his father was holding an infusion, walking towards his bed.

Maybe her dad's gone to the bathroom. He went inside and closed the door to his father's room.

“Yes,” Call Gibran step forward close to the bed where his father is sitting on the edge.

“Yes,” said Arshal by lifting his feet up to his bed and Gibran smiled faintly.

“Yah said doctor tomorrow can already go home.” His son told him and Arshal nodded his head.

“Iya tooan father is not at home here, especially here it does not feel free at home.” His father replied by covering up his face that looked unwilling to leave this hospital.

Indeed in the hospital he is guaranteed for food and all facilities, but if he is at home is as good as enjoying the hospital.

It seemed like no, only wishful thinking flew through his every thought.

“Hm, yes..”.

It feels a little awkward because Gibran was never close to his father from birth, the small possibility of this situation should be avoided.

The man then lifted his foot to walk to the seat that was there. Not far from the bed where his father was.

“Nak,”

Gibran turned his head and sat down with his father looking down on his leg. Though the intention of the heart is to bring closer however he must be able to seize the legacy back.

“No need to go down well,”

“Why?”

“Iya is already there! You will have to take a lot of rest so that tomorrow you can go home.” Gibran said.

Arshal refused to go near his son.

“What's up?” keep Gibran up while asking.

“Nak, please. Dad ask for your help, to talk slowly with your mother so that your mother returns home with you too if you want to go home, the door of the house will be wide open for you.” Obviously Arshal slowly and looking expectantly at the man who has grown up and still wants to graduate, graduated from his education.

Gibran digested his own father's words.

The man nodded his small head, “Sorry that Gibran has not been able to fully accept the role of father for Gibran himself, but Gibran himself tried to talk about this to mother later.” His words pressed down on the word later and Arshal only nodded his head, but in another of the hearts. Actually this is a chance for him to seek attention and his face to be kind to his own son.

“Yes already, dad is waiting for you two.”

“Iya thanks, well.”

Arshal just nodded his head.

Gibran pensively silently looked at his father who confirmed his head and justified his sitting position to lie down his body.

Gibran's eyes seemed not to stop there, the boy saw the marks of food slightly scattered on the table without him knowing also the man would search.

“Have eaten, well?” he suddenly thought of asking that.

His father then turned his head towards Gibran, “Iya already, was delivered nuns food.” By turning his gaze the other way to avoid Gibran's gaze.

The man was certainly suspicious of his father who actually did not eat the food that had been delivered by the sisters because he saw there was a plastic container left on the table.

The man followed his father's point of view rather than later that he was not a good son for his own father, however he had blood descendants from Arshal.

Arshal changed his expression's mimicry to be unknown to Gibran, but who would have thought Gibran instead got a trace of food that was most likely thrown in the garbage box.

Arshal, who was scared, then turned his body.

It's own fault!

Gibran showed his smile, “What is the need to eat porridge without taste, well?” gibran asked in a cold tone and mysterious face, cruel to his own father.

Arshal shuddered in horror, why this child suddenly turned cruel when he was the cruelest of the two.

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While in Arina's room, exactly she was stroking Arfa who was struggling spoiled in the armpits of the hijab woman. Like a child to his mother, that moment was what was awaited by Arfa first since he was born into the world.

Yep, yeah, his mother Arfa had closed her eyes since the birth of the man and at that time was indeed a consideration for his papa Arfa because the doctor had stated that the son conceived by the wife of his father Arfa was experiencing heart failure at that time and indeed a heavy consideration for the man, in the end the wife of Papah Arfa had to defend the establishment of the Papah Arfa in order to save her son—Arfa.

“Mother...” call Arfa by stroking Arina's hand and Arina hears only a sincere smile to her daughter whom she already considers to be her own biological child.

How else Arfa remains his ponakannya, because he is aware of his family if soon this little tadpole will go out into the world to accompany the tepid laughter in his small family even without a father figure, even without a father figure, kasian.

“Iya what?”

“Kata papah, Arfa can not buy the strange. Ask for a car that costs so many billion is not allowed the same papah,” heard the complaint his ponakannya it makes him round his eyes, what the name of this child is draining and pulling the existing papa color.

It is not allowed.

“If the business aja papah forward, his son until told to replace how it there is a silver lining papah take, a benefit he said rather than buying a car is unclear.” Papar Arfa continued before Arina spoke.

Arina fused Arfa's hair while playing around, right how to kind of join him. Even his son did not know where he was.

He said it's the son, back to his father's room.

Yes, he believed in the words of Arfa if Gibran really went to his father's room.

Papah Arfa who there opened the door of the adek room then widened his eyes to hear the exposure of Arfa which is very clear buzzing in each ear right-left.

Papah Arfa approached Arfa whose head was still in Arina's armpit.

The man then coded through the look in his eyes so as not to tell his son if the man was here, and he was here himself.

Fortunately, he still survived his head, if not possible papah they will behead the Arfa papah that does not obey the will of the son only his own puppet. Want it heavy for him at least not regret because it can not buy the will of his own son.

At the end of the day his son will do recklessly, without parental consent will be done to get a gift.

Arina did not dare to comment because in front of her there was already her older brother whom she had struggled with now when she wanted to be on Arfa's own side.

“Ekhm..” Arina cleared her throat so that Arfa would wake up from her sleep because it felt like her legs were limping sideways. His body ache, want to complain that is not possible in Arina's life.

“Iya ma'am, it should be papah if said grandfather I am a child only wayangnya, should be obeyed want out how much will be free. As long as it is not more than the nominal life of papah, papah life has been normal without the economy is difficult in the bottom position.” Again and again Arina has not replied, Arfa has been busy banging talks.

Arina just listened to the grievance of her voice was smiling thinly and her hands did not stop to move on Arfa's head.

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