Wounds From you

5. Trauma Arina

Arshal, a man in his forties, was hanging out at a tegal stall close to his house. Many people who buy food there, even though the place does not facilitate for people who see this stall clean.

"How else is this?" himself playing the toy based on online gambling, Arshal took the warm fried food.

Being hungry, he had to come here and walk about a hundred meters close to the distance of his house.

His wife can't cook so nice to come here.

"Damn it, ouch." he swore loudly and he slammed his smartphone in a safe place.

He could not think ahead if this was what happened, there was only asking for a gangsar brain.

His papa was reduced to his wealth but his papa will not run out of his wealth until his seventh descendant.

But if God wills to withdraw it all, it may come to his treasure and wealth.

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After Arina was talking to her brother and a little chat.

He went back to his room.

After a few hours of subtracting, he slept well.

Arina, the woman still wants to get out of her room after locking herself in the room.

She exhaled softly and stared at the empty living room, initially knowing that her husband would be angry compared to her always-right son.

Arina did not compare just her ego is too big and she was fed up with the actions of her husband who every day like his slave.

It is true that her husband will commit acts of domestic violence.

Always Arina gets a bad feeling that haunts her.

He stared straight at his stomach that looked daunted again would bulge.

Arina can't deny God's right, God's destiny line to trust her as a mother anymore.

Arina stroked her belly gently wrapped in a long negligee cloth and she wore a long veil that covered her body.

He stepped into the kitchen, Arina will make food to prop up her stomach which since the beginning of the dispute began.

Arina stared at the contents of the refrigerator which was depleting the stock of food and drinks, she had to shop today but saw the weather was not supportive so she paused first.

Arina stepped foot carrying the basin and her knife and swallow.

"Why wasn't this all in the vegetable? Hm, yes it's just eat." said Arin put his stuff and he stared at the kale that had not been anything.

So, how good would it be now that he would stir it up.

Arina dismembered her kale and she stared at the clock on the wall.

Arina nagged a little, why her husband did not come home when the weather will soon be raindrops will wet the earth.

The clothes had not yet been lifted, Arina tied the negligee and took the basket to lift the clothes that had begun to dry.

It can't seem dry.

"It's raining, he hasn't come home yet. Am I the one who's out looking for them?" stupidly Arina thought of the two of them who did not know the place.

Arina shook her shoulders as lightning struck her and soon she entered the house, locking every door in the house.

He exhaled a rough breath and continued his work.

After waiting for twenty minutes or so, Arina could work on her cooking with the aroma that burst through her nostrils.

He smiled widely and served his cooking in a bowl, he waited for his fried tempeh which was still swimming in the oil under which the fire was burning.

"Udah is so." Arina also checks the rice, whether it is mature or not and just fit the rice matures.

Arina again pleased her heart, she took a piece of rice and took the side dish.

Once everything is ready, Arina eats her food by enjoying the taste of her cooking.

Just stir-fry the same warm tempeh served as a five-star meal, Arina is grateful to be able to eat the food.

Already given food yes eaten not wasted.

Kayak ex aja.

Arina after a few minutes of finishing her meal was observing every room increasingly heavy rain, she was at home alone.

Just trust no one.

Arina placed the dish in the sink and washed every tool she used.

"It's over."

After he finished, he wiped his hands using a tissue in the tissue box on the dining table and he covered his food with a serving hood.

Everything will be under control now, time for Arina to rest her body.

He moved and stepped into his room, not far from the location of the kitchen. The room was so comfortable with her room, she would not allow her husband to enter her room in the slightest.

Inviting her privacy.

They are husband and wife, and they cannot.

Because they have promised this so that in life, they will not limit every movement.

If there is a room problem.

That's whatever! The important thing is to take care of yourself.

"Not yet to return." Arina is worried about Gibran who every time a little hit by the rain alone he is susceptible to fever or flu.

He turned his back to the window position in fear of the shiny white lightning and Arina closed her eyes.

"Subhanallah... Why couldn't anyone else nemenin Arina that," her gaze was frightened and Arina covered her using a blanket.

Immediately Arina uttered the subhanallah and Arina was frightened by the trembling she called out the name of Allah.

While Gibran, the man who was desperate to return home in a taxi he was riding split the streets so accompanied by the rush of rain along the streets.

Gibran was worried about his mother who was traumatized by lightning.

Inevitably, he blamed himself and why he was not at home just now if the weather was cloudy earlier.

There was a loud thunderous sound and Gibran used the do'a-do'a sent to his mother to avoid screaming when there was lightning.

After several obstacles, the taxi stopped right in front of his house. Fortunately, the taxi was willing to drive himself in front of the house if not he could get sick.

"Thank you sir,"

"Yes, monggo." The taxi came home and Gibran waited for his cab to get out of the gate first.

He immediately went inside before his mother completely went on a rampage and Gibran took off the bag that was on his back.

Actually not worried about the situation because he believes soon miscarriage also will not papa be a warm news for him.

While sipping coffee and accompanied by fried bananas.

Gibran rushed to his mother's room, which was close to the kitchen.

Turning his mother's door knob, he went into the room and exhaled softly as Gibran turned around.

He approached his mother who was curled up and she was afraid of her mother's condition.

Gibran pulled the blanket, just like his mother would kill herself like this.

Then Arina who close her eyes opened her eyes and a patch of sweat drenched her forehead, making Gibran feel sorry.

Arina immediately hugged her first child, Gibran felt stiff body. Slightly staggered backwards, yet he held on.

Gibran stroked his mother's back after everything had subsided, his mother now staring fixedly at Gibran. Gibran turned his gaze to the end of the wall with a picture of himself with his mother's extended family.

"Son..." As if breaking his daydream, he also stared at his mother's beautiful bead.

"Yes mom, I'm not papa, right?"

"No but I'm scared son. You reckless like this?" Looked at the eyes full of question marks and Gibran stroked the back of the nape.

"Yes ma'am, sorry."

"What if you get sick?" Staring fiercely at his son and his hands have floated to reach out to his son's ears.

He also needs more health, should not be like this too but otherwise his mother will not be calm at home.

 

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hahaha yes sorry not up a few days a week swallowed kecempring keep out can not eat basreng 😂

Okay. see you for those of you who have read...

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