Wounds From you

47. Mother asked

Arina cleared her throat slowly, she exhaled for a moment to see her son who remained staring at the mobile phone screen without looking at him. He was here, not cared at all.

“Nak, stop! Your work can be completed slowly as long as you intend to finish, surely it can! I will continue to support you.” Arina said by pouring into the Gibran focus exactly.

Then the man raised his head, looking at Arina's eyes that were directly fixed on him, he became misbehaved himself. Turning her gaze the other way, “Ck, also this is your mother, Gib.” Said Arina who knew her son had misbehaved himself. Seeing it is very anxious to pinch or make chopping so that it is more enjoyed.

It would have been heartbreaking not to be influenced by his son, but Gibran was tired of being advised. He prefers to find safety first.

“Hm, yes bu...”

Arina's forehead lifted as Gibran seemed to start talking to her on the topic, not knowing that she was the one speaking.

“Dad said to meet with mom later in free time if mom wants.” Gibran said to the point, he did not want to be prolonged.

“Gibran, you really?” asked his curious mother, it was not usual that Arshal would meet him and Gibran replied with a nod of his head.

He held a spoon while observing the food in front of him, no other dessert food as a cover of the end of eating activities.

But if the man thinks it's up to him, the person he pays for his food later as well and what's the problem to the other person.

It's hard sometimes to post that guy.

It's good to live without thinking long about other people's problems, people's own problems are sometimes not resolved.

Ting!

The sound of the fork he put down, was finally done. He could be relieved because the man did not order any food so he stayed home doing his work rather than he was diving into a conversation too deep by his mother.

The woman, Arina, was confused by the gesture of her son who was getting ready.

“Where are you going?” ask Arina.

Gibran stalled his activities, “Return.” Respond casually to the man who began to grow up but did not understand the situation.

Seen Arina raised the corner of her lips, “If you want to go home, do not forget to visit the hostel first!” arina and Gibran's orders stopped his activities.

“Means?”

“Well you're here just talking about it doang, are you angry. Come on ya it feels to make hot-hot semromong gini, not good to know Gibran!” hardik Arina who is furious with the attitude of her son who is increasingly becoming.

Of course he was angry, because the effects of pregnant hormones usually increase and moreover he was like this, bullied his son.

Being told to stay here just chatting a few words, can be counted using fingers how beautiful, out of a definite mouth.

Short lectures and dense completion until the tenth day, certainly not finished just like that.

Gibran did not comment, but realized that his attitude had completely changed.

He also knew the condition of his pregnant mother, containing a tadpole that became a baby that would be released after nine months of satiety.

What might be the effect of his unfinished task from the possibility of a predetermined time in advance.

“You don't think about your feelings, son?” asked her mother—The little cackling Arina and Gibran stared at her mother's bead which over time dripped the source of tears, as seconds later the tears fell down her cheeks until the sound was released.

“Notnya—

“Already! You who are a child do not understand the feelings of his mother! As a child you must be filial!” arina's quick refutation that has been cocky heart, in the upper heart may feel already holding back and his teeth alone are churning inside.

“Iya, yes... Gibran apologized,” and then Gibran sat down and precisely at the feet of his mother.

“You what mom?”

Then Arina was surprised by Gibran's excessive treatment.

That way the woman lifted up her son's body and Gibran was equally puzzled, astonished.

“Yes, don't gini anyway! You are a student who wants to be cursed as a stone?” asked Arina who began to wipe away every tear that came out aided by fingers that were once small now elongated beat her own finger.

Today is not far from the word dirty and is always associated with family.

“Nak...” call Arina with her shady voice.

“Iy-ya,” her nervousness by taking off her mother's hand slowly from her hand, afraid that someone might see. CCTV monitors usually run.

The man with a height of one hundred and eighty centi meters looked at his mother who had been pregnant with him nine months, a nine-month satiety and this was the same thing repeated again. Estimates he walked about five months and the step of four more months seemed not too long, he had to accept what was given by the almighty One for his own happiness. But, it feels like the guy will not want to accept the happiness thing.

“Come by what?” his mother asked with intimidating eyes his son and Gibran who seemed to fear him like a dazed man who knew nothing.

It's like a confused person.

Huh huh?

Not far from that word.

“What did my father say? I'm just talking about dad wanting to meet mom in his spare time, if there is a yes Gibran would say the same dad. If you want to talk directly is also okay, who wants to ngebarang.” The most recent record for Gibran being able to talk long without thinking of words first and the guy putting his bag on the table, contains a laptop and the needs that you bring to add ideas that you want to develop in PPT.

Can be explained in detail, solid and clearly not too long to take presentation time.

“But, it seems like you are not the only one being bullied. There's something else, right? No way I just want to see my mom in her spare time. There must be another reason that is kept secret the two of you,” with suspicious eyes of his son makes Gibran wrong his own behavior, laughing because his mother who does not believe in him.

But, it's true too. Believing in himself will forever lead to idolatry.

It was satan.

With teary eyes as he could not stand his laughter so he could not help but let his laughter slip until some passersby noticed him. As if in the spotlight, the usual handsome actor for a few seconds later.

After that, he retired from the actor.

“Bu but I did not have anything, even I was the same father just a short chat, not long. Maybe it's just a matter of personal life doang, it's already so.” Gibran replied as it is not making up but in the eyes of his mother it is always wrong answer, the answer, that is not what he is waiting for but a confirmation of his well-groomed or even unkempt life to invite him to meet.

Whether she is a woman who is too warm to a man who has laughed husband from marriage, should already be fully bound in the marriage agreement.

But what is the power of living beings, not willing to get there.

Search, search and chase!

With Arina?

The woman no longer wants to have the intention to find a true partner who can be invited to marry, because every man does not necessarily accept the life of his woman who is different from his parents.

Arina then turned her gaze in the other direction, “Mother was just tanya.”

“Iya mom, but mom herself would like to corner myself who knows nothing.” Miris, it feels like to hug a guy who is always looked down upon by his own mother, usually the boy's favorite son of his mother.

Spoiled child.

Umbrella diamonds, like the twin balding cartoons that air on television every day.

“Hm, sorry.” His mother spoke softly.

And Gibran opened his mouth to form an O and he was surprised that his mother could apologize instead of turning upside down?

Not wrong again, he became a bad boy if this is so.

The fate of having a loving mother does not want to believe her child once was new if it has led to regret.

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