Wounds From you

52. Don't leave!

Arina rubbed her chin, feeling that someone was talking her in the back until her ears had been buzzing ever since. He shakes his shoulders. Pretending not to care is better.

He had gone back and forth like this feeling that someone was comforting himself without thinking about his fate anyway, now he is up to negative thinking with people who are around the right-hand side and he just observes without having to accuse who used to do.

But he could not be invited to think and after he turned his head right-left through the tail of his eyes, not finding anyone is the person and around the person who sits mostly focus on the important chat is not like Arina who is not an artist only sok songnya istighfar.

Sins.

Too high to drive.

Reach hard.

“Hm, it's possible to have a feeling like this.” Said her stirring coffee drink, she got pregnant a little bit bar-bar all-wear ask to drink this coffee child instead of nothing, he said, feared Arina with her content that is still said to be her age is not the old age of pregnancy in the middle of this journey, the time of yes want to be tight right do not understand too.

But it is up to the almighty to question the spirit that is in the stomach of Arina, ready or not to live in the world is nothing Arina if it had followed the agreement to live so, so long, he will remember it but it is God's will.

Instantly he changed his sitting position while waiting for his son who came here, he wants to meet his son in this cafe again because the place is not too far away so he feels kasian if his son has to come all the way to his grandfather's house with the distance around from the boarding house and campus that distance takes about forty-five minutes.

And he felt himself in need, so he went to see his son.

“This, Gibran where ya?” he asked while looking at his left or right side, his gaze could not escape from it and after a long wait.

He let out his words of annoyance after waiting, neither did it bear fruit.

He shook his head slowly, then typed in something that would be sent through the green application.

“This tick two, but last seen hour one past two minutes.” Means not too long his son was opening the roomchat but after that there may be no notification appears as a result of offline return.

He clucked slowly, not wanting the people around him to look crazy or cynical and afraid again he was invited to join the people who like to ask for saweran, showing off the butt of the pan butt.

Still mending the butt of the bohay skillet how, the shape is suitable but the opposite with the bastard humans who like to show off his ass for FREE is free of charge at all.

Doesn't rada taste good?

“This Gibran where the hell?” his eyes since then he did not just loose to look at the direction of the exit or entrance, because it had been modified for the entrance or exit to be one instead of nothing, let it be good if it is not wrong there was an incident around a few years ago, only known by some people who entered into the incident.

“Mana long wait, one hour here.” Who is not angry if it has been too long waiting for the edges do not give any message, if it is busy.

With a face that looked upset, he stood up from his seat. Already so busy waiting, badmood so the person who is waiting to come with irregular breath and appearance that has been far expected.

His clothes were shabby like they were unkempt, though, hopefully his mother was not angry because he was really pressing the situation had to stop first to the campus to deliver a file for Arfa which he said frills using all behind.

It will be too late for him, okay he from now on in front of his mother will rest if indeed his mother is very angry with him.

Arina stared lazily, turning her eyes away because her son had just come and she had been waiting for a long time. His legs raised to immediately go, he was upset and mixed to get angry but whose fault is it?

It's not her fault, she should be angry.

After all, her son had to make her wait.

“Do not go!” Ban Gibran who parroted. Arina stopped her steps with a cry of the man—his son who was seen chasing after him with his long legs.

He turned his body to face the child who was very warm and the woman widened her arms to give her son space to embrace him.

Although so confident, fear of disappointment in the end Gibran understood.

He returned the warm embrace.

Gibran is very different from the outside who is single fisabilillah when also he needs the actual backrest, very prestige if he needs it like this.

“Mother, how are you?”

The man then took his mother's hand to sit back on the bench.

“Well, nothing is the same as you?” asked his mother who looked up to the bottom, the look on her face that had been eaten that age still displays her concerns to her son.

Either way Gibran is his only son.

“Nothing, there will be a mother who always cheers Gibran.” He answered while giving a ignorant smile to his mother - the woman who had given birth to him.

Arina's eyes widened because someone was approaching them, coincidentally her eyes pointed at the person she did not wait for her presence to step towards them sitting.

Arina then looked at her son.

“Whose do you bring?” asked Arina with an intimidating look.

Starting seriously innate, Gibran smiled faintly hearing the tone of his mother's voice change.

“Dad,” for short and it just so happens that the guy is behind Gibran.

“Gibran,” call someone behind the man, the voice is familiar and Gibran nods his head, then he stands to take his place. His father left it on the bench close to his mother, which he wanted it to be now.

It could be in the middle of a small family built by his father almost torn and his father is eager to restore the way it was, the fact may be only one percent because the man wants to grow up to understand the condition of his mother.

The man moved in front of them opposite the table.

His gaze did not stop there, he then called the servant who was walking towards it.

“What message do you want?” let's not be awkward, Gibran started it.

Arina was just silent, her hands under the table clenched tightly. It is not easy for someone who forgets the events he experienced during building a household of approximately twenty years to stand like torn just like that in an instant.

“Order drink only, as bright as Gibran.” His father replied and Arshal's gaze turned to Arina who raised the corner of his lips.

Attractively.

Inner Arshal.

Gibran nodded his head and spoke to his servant, after which Gibran pointed to his mother who had been silent.

Her mother's gaze was hard to interpret, “Bu!” gibran's jolt that saw his mother's face that easily ignited emotions.

“Ya, just liken it.” His mother replied without wanting to linger, seeing that there was someone else in their midst.

Which is none other than the waiter who is observing and serving the buyer who will order the one in this restaurant.

“OK, awaited!” said his servant, who had gone from his original place, and the servant's back gradually disappeared from Gibran's sight.

Shame actually talks with a cool head if it is here, it should be resolved in the private area.

Or a street in their house.

“Gib, I want to go home instead of here boring.” From the words issued by her mother, she sounded bitter and annoyed to see her husband's face like he was going to mock her.

Maybe his son is on his side.

**allo?

how areya?

this is a novel when will it end? insya Allah expires later if it is time ❤ okay this continues again, sorry has disappeared from civilization and again mengumpulin intention how not to males, eh continuation even comfortable with this now but yes already will continue again kok❤**