Wounds From you

53. Their lives

It is possible for many, that going through a twenty-year marriage is more or less. Arina can live life as smoothly as people say?

No, many of the obstacles he faced mainly governed the life problems of his son who could not live a life like a simple person. However, it is now like Gibran to be his most beautiful son, who can change his attitude when he meets his fierce grandfather. Because his grandfather chose Gibran to live in his house, Gibran can certainly take care of it well.

Grandpa and grandmother of Arina (her father and mother), which is why Arina believes that the papa can take care of it and at that time Gibran became a wise and simple person.

His grandfather always advised if necessary to be heard well for Gibran himself.

It was her parents, so Arina could be said to be the one who could keep her wounds for dozens of years.

Gibran the boy could grow up well.

(Oke the reverse groove)

Arina remembered that it was not easy for her to forget her husband, who could not make her like a woman who lay in her heart but only her friends who she thought of.

That day, if a beautiful woman with long hair by combing her hair that fell out, with a few strands and tears that flowed profusely on her cheeks. He looked at himself from the mirror. Whether he can be happy in his life with the hope that you could say he wants to get married is only from the wishes of his parents who asked him to get married so he regretted, whether he could repeat again.

He sobbed slowly, “What do I have to go home papah keep I have to say the same papah mas Arshal, how.” Doubtful to be able to go home because he already has a tail which means he can not leave this house just because of his household problems that are difficult to maintain it.

But somehow he had already eaten the heart here because of the spicy words that came out of Arshal's mouth that could not be guarded at all.

Here they are the role of only children who hitchhike living in their parents' house especially Arshal as their only child which does not mean this house will also be inherited by his son. However, it was as if hope would not be created at all here..

It feels like to immediately lift foot to take care of custody Gibran as their biological child who he always believed if child custody always falls to his mother because the child does not want to be away from his mother, because the child does not want to be away from his mother, if according to the view of Arina who has not been able to take care of her young son, she likes to run here and there. He was two years old, meaning three years had their marriage going on.

Not felt, for him just a moment to feel how to be a girl who can be the last hope for Arina's parents, which does not mean women have to make it happen anyway although sometimes very mumps in the heart.

Happy Anniversary they're back!

Arina smiled bitterly staring at how their next household life if like this story, whether he was san ggup to maintain, but again the defense was difficult actually for a long time, in decades, of course, not necessarily going as straight as the road, can kek street lampung with his story of joglangan sewu which is again viral discussed on social media and electronics.

“Arina keluaar you!” tell the man to shout loudly and it just so happens that the man is unemployed has no job, the woman always ransacked her heart to be moved but still had no shame on her family including Arina who was ashamed of herself with her own parents, who could not tell.

Braakk!

The sound of the door being pushed so strongly that it turned its body to someone who did just that.

And Arina stared flat at her now husband after slamming the door.

Her husband chuckled sweetly, though he loved her.

He will not be easily fooled again with a smile that contains that meaning.

“Make noodles now!” he said as he threw a package of noodles that still contained it to Arina's face, precisely floated and fortunately quickly the woman caught it before landing perfectly on her face that he had treated, why it should be damaged.

And Arina was just flat, without retaliating. He did not dare to comment, but if he did not speak it does not mean true!

“Lo mute?” the question was grim, as he passed the man who had a chest.

Arina only replied with a weak piggy bank, this is also because of you! If not, I wouldn't be like this either! Speak in the heart while touching.

As if telepathically what was being felt, Arshal just connected.

“Lo say what?” asked the man while staring with an intimidating look.

“Iya,” afterwards the woman disappeared from Arshal's sight, he mused. After the death of Arina, the man sat his body on the sofa located not far from Arshal's initial position. More precisely in their room.

The chamber?

Aye, because they are one room is no different and it has become the decision of Arshal's parents who absolutely want how the man refused still the threats that came out of the old man smelly the land prattled. Making it difficult to accept, but in reality the man called his own biological child even hurt his daughter-in-law and just as they failed in educating their children one-on-one.

No wonder, but it's just children puppets they consider ordinary things and underestimate.

Back to Arshal.

“Why was I good?” ask with lirih.

“OK later start again,” he said while removing something in his pants pocket and a pack of cigarettes with his flamethrower to light the long object.

“Gue work like this delicious, awkward feeling cake Sultan not work me.” Her speech felt proud of itself before sticking it on the big glass.

His hands were itchy when he was waiting, it did not feel ten minutes he was waiting in this living chair.

Making him just a rough snort and the look of his face was itching to scold the woman who was catapulted in making food, his stomach was already felt asked for rations for lunch this time.

The man's body finally stood up, it felt like his mouth could not stand the scolding that would be ready to eradicate.

Exactly scolding.

Arshal stared flatly when he arrived at the kitchen, the woman he had been waiting for brought him the noodles he had thrown earlier. Unexpectedly the woman was even asleep with the position of her head slumped between her hands as her pillow.

Arshal laughed softly at the woman who was delicious with her sleeping flowers.

It's delicious, while he? Since then waiting, Arshal's hand dragged Arina's head wrapped in a triangular veil and pulled it tight until her hair was attracted, while with Arina who was surprised to feel what she felt.

Because the person who is asleep will be surprised if there is someone who surprises him suddenly and pace his heart as if racing fast.

Arina moved Arshal's hand that was dragging her hair firmly, along with her knuckles and her nails, using that power to not be oppressed once again.

“Mas!!” he screamed unstoppably, the pain incarnated on his scalp was aroused because indeed the man was unmitigated when pulling it firmly so that it made Arina grimace and not feel, he said, again and again Arshal made her cry.

Arina sobbed softly, it felt in the heart to want to retaliate but what power she did not have the strength. Because women are always under, can be oppressed by a man at any time. Just resigned and the answer to want to go home to the parents if possible, because his parents alone never name to play hands as if hurting the heart of a child entrusted by God to be guarded, because his parents never play hands as if to hurt the heart of a child entrusted by God to be guarded, but what is this?

A man who suddenly came, did not know from a small uh big titipin the same old man was even hurt. Remembering that made Arina want to fight back.

“Lo make noodles what would you like to be a real salted fish?”

After saying that made Arshal pull the veil with his disgusted face and bring Arina out of this house.

“Lo clear this place now!” as if the man was dragging him to the usual place where Arshal and Arshal's friends had gathered, this was exactly their private space but only Arina, he said, Arshal and his friends who knew Arshal's parents made this room for their son.

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