Wounds From you

47. Female

If I repeat that time, fall in the arms of the former so that they can continue to marry for children.

Uh it's not that easy as a fergosa.

Arina stepped towards the cafe she was heading to now, indeed the woman had arrived at the location in the sherlock with her son.

His steps stopped when he looked at someone familiar to him from a distance and Arina then stepped back, into the cafe.

“Does his son already have his heart, who can he tether his heart to the heart of Gibran?” He was curious, the black hijab-wearing woman walked over to her son who looked cute but a little of his gaze was directed towards the girl.

Can be arrested if Gibran holds back from staring, but what's the power.

Then Arina smiled faintly, she was close at Gibran's table.

“Gibran,” the woman called and the two turned at the same time.

Arina pretended not to know than later her son misbehaved himself when he was caught this way.

Gibran opened his mouth slightly in shock at the sudden arrival of his mother he also forgot his promise with his mother—Arina.

“Eh go on! I want to go to the toilet first,” said his mother by putting her wallet on the table beside Gibran and when the woman—Arina noticed no warm greeting or welcome times yes.

He was surprised by Gibran.

“Y-aa,” replied Gibran briefly and held back his nervousness, his tone alone had vibrated his sign of the air supply thinning in the chest.

He inhaled a voracious air immediately making the girl successfully laugh.

Because since I saw the depressed face of her future husband, uh one of his closest friends.

Temen or the others?

Because of this difference.

“Pffftt, the boy who always said it was his mother's favorite. Oh this is it?” he laughed so hard that other visitors saw him, his eyes were distracted by who was laughing.

Yes, women.

Ck, a strong woman is very laughable?

What would be more than the passing of the birds.

Don't tell it.

Gibran snorted resignedly.

He became like this, his name revealed disgrace in front of friends.

Yes, the woman then patted her desk softly so funny because she was not strong.

“What?” ask Gibran flat, fashions seriously interminable.

The man held up a bag containing a laptop and papers that contained nothing, most importantly the woman did not interfere in Gibran's affairs. The man is grateful.

Because this work is very difficult to do at home, it takes a comfortable atmosphere and most importantly must catch the deadline.

The existing night speeding system should be applied.

“No,” the woman returned the ketus and Gibran's close friend then stood up from her seat.

He'll be gone before interrupting this mother and daughter event.

“Gue go home, if later the task problem with him can be done tomorrow. There's still time, fuck you I.” Said the woman by inserting her cellphone into the tote bag as usual the woman did not like strange, her simple appearance could be said to be special if in the eyes of the right man.

One of them is Gibran who has since been indifferent without any interest to look at the woman, even though friends.

But most likely one yes falls into feelings.

“Yes you are lucky to understand, so there is no need to clear in length.”

The woman's forehead shriveled listening to Gibran's words that accidentally scratched her heart, even though it was just a joke but at least appreciated him who had come according to time.

Moreover, Gibran if not in time, he could have rebuked anyone who got scorned.

Because for him time will not be repeated again, useless if time is not disciplined and only considered the wind passes by.

“Yes already, I'm going.” The short, dense parting words made the man raise his head to look at the body of the woman who had already left his desk.

He shook his head, is he too stiff with close proximity to women?

But, he never had a name like this.

Maybe it is the effect of the earth tremors that are ready to fight.

Gibran's daydream stopped because his mother came from the toilet with a smile that expands, as if to tempt his son.

“Where was it?” he slipped, indeed the woman did not actually go to the toilet but peeking from behind the wall as a result did not continue to see any moment because he was noisier with the employees in this cafe.

They consider Arina a crazy person for peeking while laughing and smiling herself, in the end tired to face Arina be a cafe employee does not want to constantly be confronted by an Arina.

Could go to a psychologist to heal his mental.

Gibran cleared his throat, “Hm, mom nguping earlier? Worrying at a glance?” asked her son into flat mode and saw his face focused on the laptop screen made Arina smile.

But quickly the smile faded away from Gibran himself.

The woman pursed her lips in annoyance because she was not given any response at all.

The fire cannot be extinguished, except for ice cream that can melt a fiery heart.

Again and again his presence was ignored.

“Son, your mother is in front of you. But, what?” the woman is jealous like a person whatever form it is, someone should appreciate it.

Gibran quickly deleted his idea, spoiled already his idea that has been poured in the form of the file. Because he was completely deadlocked by the idea, he could dizzy himself seeing his nyerocos mother protesting against him to see the woman.

But, how else.

He was born from the belly of the woman, so Gibran pretended to give a smile as loud as possible.

“It is this,” his smile and his mother returned a wry smile.

“If not sincere yes already,”

Arina sat in her place and she saw from the side it was true that her son looked busy watching the files that were piling up, had been hours before the screen but could not be found.

“What's wrong?” ask his mother who stood up, moved next to Gibran and read every sentence written letters.

“Sedang make a report on the organization.” Reply to what Gibran is without lying, Arina looked at every corner of Gibran's eyes that looked red.

His hands were raised touching the glasses worn by his son.

Removing glasses from Gibran's nose.

“If tired later again!” his mother's advice by cleaning up and Gibran exhaled rough breath, he was tired too it turns out his mother here needs a backrest, saucy pisan emang!

It takes in really tired conditions, pingin stop here only.

“If it is a deadline, try to divide your time nak!” the advice of his mother who no longer cares here general or at home, has become a habit Arina if everywhere it is for the good is not for the bad.

Gibran raised the corner of his mouth, “Bu, if the deadline is going where the results are still labored will pay off,” said Gibran explained.

“But you alone?” asked Arina who looked like she was teasing her son.

Gibran gulped his saliva rough, truly Arina could not be lied to.

Stupid indeed.

“Yes already, now eat first at least!” connect mother.

Getting rid of the items on the table, tidying into the bag carried by Gibran as a place to put his things that he brought from home, as if not messy on the table.

 

Thank you see you tommorrow🙏☺