Wounds From you

48. Snag his mother

After payment because it is finished eating.

So now it is time to go home, the hijab woman holding her son's hand so that it will make the envy of the friends who are visiting the cafe, sontak made the women scream indistinctly.

“Weh her boyfriend weh, not so weh..” There is one of them who is pumping his friend so as not to approach Gibran because he already has a girlfriend, when clearly it is his mother.

Why is it called a girlfriend, what is as young as her mother until it is said to be a boyfriend but it is okay because she has another reason if it is like this.

The man smiled his smile sweet to make the women there salting unclear and screaming until shrill, Arina covered her ears because listening to the boys who want to grow up.

He understood, it was in those days.

“Nak, you were going to Angga sir's house not?” arina asked Gibran, who threw her bag on her back.

Gibran turned his head, “No. Because Gibran is busy with the organization on campus, there is another event.” Gibran replied honestly and Arina nodded her head.

He did not dispute about his son who was closer to his ex first, but there was one who stuck his heart not to ask this to Angga.

Moreover, Angga also has a wife and daughter who must have learned from there, how the character of a woman who can not be restrained by how she is.

Therefore Arina asked for a break up only because it was curbed by Angga, if married what happens if Angga curbed and possessive of his own wife.

One of the women who became the initial view of Gibran who just stared at his friend was talking until the style of speech if the presentation, very assessable and worthy of appreciation.

Until he bengong himself saw the scenery that should be a lesson for Gibran himself.

“Bu, the female is very wonderwoman. High value, speak directly to the point. It is worth appreciating anyway,” amazed him by raising both hands to give aplouse when passing in front of them.

It just so happened that the two of them passed by and Arina secretly just smiled her smile, maybe her son could pluck from what he saw.

Suddenly, all the people who presented at the table turned their heads toward the person who gave a standing ovation.

Just like a concert.

Shocked, their faces and faces were mixed. There are also those who stroke the chest while beristighfar.

Some laughed and some were dumb, dropping their jaws for the sake of the man who gave a loud applause.

It was so sweet, especially the lips.

Mateps.

“Pak, why also come here?” ask a woman who suddenly approached Gibran— her son and Arina put away his body, shifting.

Suddenly Gibran lamented his fate which was found to give appreciation to those who were here, all women were also no men who accompanied one of them.

“Eh happened to pass by,” nervously by scratching his non-itchy nape and Gibran stole a look at Arina who asked to help explain.

“Oke, sorry to bother you. I just passed by this mother's son, accidentally saw all of you presentation so carried away feelings and finally gave appreciation to you.” Arina who explained this time, was carried away by the calm atmosphere and the innate scenes.

Making one of the women who made Gibran amazed was a step forward, “Makasih mas, but yes sorry if disturbing earlier.” The woman said softly without looking at the person in front of her, her gaze facing the bring, the, the pure white floor was more attractive perhaps than Gibran's sweet face whose innards were calm and once rampaged out all his tigers.

There are many different types of tigers that sleep inside Gibran.

Unexpectedly making Gibran just nod but could not have.

“Iya I interrupted you earlier, sorry once again.” By nodding his head as a sign of chauffeur to women who are high value of course, until Gibran as a guy feels there is a rival.

Of course he must study with experts, who else if not Arfa who every time have to fill out events if there are activities on campus.

“Hehh! Dodil!” Arina smashed the rough hand of her son by so pointing at his son's head, “What use is the hand for my dear narik?” asked Arina nicely and her hand came down to hold Gibran's ear so strong that the man was not strong with his mother's hand, until a small ringing out along the way out of the cafe and had become an unusual sight for buyers who want to order at the cafe.

Arina and Gibran arrived at the sidewalk, waiting for the exact invitation of the taxi that had been ordered by Gibran and Arina's hand did not come off just like that, still his hand stuck to Gibran's ear.

Gibran complained of the heat but was not cared for by his mother.

“Halah, it used to be that the mother had been satisfied full for several years just for making a small mistake, avenging her in the child and the mother was taught like that to be able to repeat the same mistake, eh mismanaged what mistake was made.” Arina shone a sharp glare and her mouth muttered like a shaman's altar, Gibran did not listen to the existing he complacent himself to see the behavior of his mother who increased to make himself dizzy many times.

Maybe it could be later at night Spa in the inn, massaged massage with women continue to feel good, right?

Yes, there is adultery and it is overdue if until everything knows, then the name Gibran tarnished and there he was abandoned by his mother from the family card.

When stopping the taxi car makes someone who sells carrying the sale look at Arina and Arina who reflexively caught the sight and then clucked dislike.

“What lo?” when someone who observes is even scolded by his mother and makes Gibran applaud, his mother's behavior seems to have to be soaked first.

“Iya ma'am, don't be so kasian it's a person!” gibran said stroking his mother's shoulder gives him peace because he is also a victim of the anger of his mother.

“He's looking for sustenance bu, don't get angry!” gibran continued, warning Arina not to be very fierce with others.

Arina was still with an overbearing heart it became more of a small Gibran arm, so a small pinch was felt and Gibran grimaced softly as he entered the taxi car he ordered.

Go-c*r

Every day is like a taxi.

Can deliver wherever you are as long as the passengers are safe until the destination, can bring home a lot of money.

Slowly the car door he closed because it is impossible also he closed it until hard, kasian his father who has a car to find sustenance eh Gibran damaged.

So, Gibran is like a man who has no standing at all.

“It's already ma'am, take it not long. Kasian it's a grandpa who is again in the stomach of the same excitement mother whose heart is crushed to death languish because she does not know, yes.” people are not clear, yes, think of it that way because Gibran did not understand why his mother got angry like this.

What reason?

Could-can his mother Gibran who always smiled cheerfully no one displays like that, just a series of word collections that refer to the words dropped someone.

Mental hearts.

Big patience.

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