Wounds From you

6. Get out of the house

Say hello at night, those in the house are simple. Staying alone, they took the initiative not to stay in the house again because of the incident last night.

"Where are you, son?" His mother has since muttered his father's name, Gibran no longer considers him a father or it is an important man in his life.

"Mom, I'll be tired!" annoyed Gibran who made pregnant milk for his mother, he himself slightly lightened his mother's shoulders are tired of hunting the stomach.

Gibran was staring as his mother was pacing back and forth and now sat down and ate a tissue.

"Well!!! Mom, don't do it!"

He approached his mother who turned out not to be a tissue but food that his mother took on the refrigerator earlier.

"What the hell is son?"

"Nothing,"

Ashamed of himself, Gibran then gave the pregnant milk at the table and in front of his mother.

His mother frowned deeply, "unusually son?"

"No, it's for mom. Not to make the baby's dedek yes," Gibran's subtle quip who took a seat.

He was sitting next to his mother, Arina indeed looks right if she contains useless adak it is troublesome if said Gibran.

Gibran took a packet of cookies and opened it, he wanted to snack but not in order.

Brakes...

Brakes...

The sound was like breaking the door, making the two of them squeak in shock because there was someone who broke down the door.

Successfully breaking the door hinges, Gibran's mother stared helplessly at her husband's limp slices on the cold floor.

Gibran stared lazily at the scene this time, but pityed his mother who was already pregnant with the evil bitch.

"Let's go, Gibran help!" yelling Gibran who offered help and suddenly his father moved, stood in limp steps and smiled his devilish smile.

Malicious.

He laughs loudly as usual drunken people are so.

"I'm asking you to get out of here! I don't want to see your face anymore" he said loudly and in a repulsive tone.

Suddenly he heard her somewhat doubtfully, Arina ignored.

The surprised Arina should be holding her slightly dizzy forehead.

Why does every husband come home like this?

Gibran is ready to install the body, if his father for example harm his own mother. After all mother had given birth to him without giving birth to any hatred.

Accepting her presence sincerely and sincerely to take care of her until the big day now.

"Son, the cake's father is drunk. Laugh the same drunken current." His mother's knot and Gibran nodded lazily.

"Yes later Gibran bathe father, than the mother of earlier nagging continues." tired Gibran by changing the look of his eyes.

"Now Gib!" the orders of his mother and Gibran he lazily raised his father's body which is very heavy if drunk like this.

"Yes-yes."

"No need to be conscious! Please get out of here!" Arshal refuses raw.

Arshal's ouster makes them realize that Arshal is fully conscious but his drunkenness also makes sense.

"I'm asking you both to come out! No, human language is not!" Arshal said loudly.

"Anyway later, I will divorce you and the child's foster money can ask for my papah" he said lightly no need to think anymore and Arshal dragged his feet to go to the kitchen.

Arina digests Arshal's words, which she doesn't actually mess around with.

Seeing Arshal's movements made them both look at each other.

Through the tail of her eyes, Arina sharpened her gaze.

"What do you want, son?"

Those moves, his father floated up a thing.

"No idea mom,"

Suddenly they glared as Arshal carried the sharp shiny knife and smiled devil.

"Do I want to kill you or get out of here?" The question was so loud he said so.

Arshal who began to approach the two was Gibran took over the place. But, her mother forced her to be a shield and her mother immediately took a swing to say the words.

"OK, WE'RE DIVORCED!" said a woman who was carrying the flesh and blood of a man in front of her.

"Yes, you know then please come out! The door is wide open." That way accompanied by a laugh and Gibran wanted to stick his father's head.

It was as if he said so and his mother turned around.

"*FATHER'S CRAZY! NO BRAIN!" he said while issuing a figure of speech in question so that his father was aware.

"No, the evidence is still dad's conscious? And you were a snot boy yesterday afternoon, don't need to know about family matters!" sarcastic father who headed to the sofa chair.

See their treatment how.

His mother also held Gibran's body so as not to attack his parents.

"Mending us out Gib! I'm sick of your father's nature."

"Yes, ma'am" They finally decided to leave this place as memories only and they would become two people as a family.

After that, they realized and now in that position they reached the apartment that Gibran had rented for a week not to go home.

Gibran began to rethink, how to let his mother not feel pain when containing a lot of trials given.

Now his mother was bathing until she heard Gibran was very sad.

Vomiting, until it stumbles like this.

Because it was raining so his mother took a bath, uh even this is the situation. Gibran took care and opened the bathroom door, he could not bear the problem.

"Mom," Call her quiver and Gibran turns off the shower.

"N-ok. To-long put in a towel!" Still can speak, if this is Gibran if he does not have the heart to kill the child in the womb of his mother.

He felt later if the child was born it would be his competitor and moreover comparable, had to give up.

"Yes,"

He stepped out and picked up a thick towel to cover his mother's entire body, his mother was still naked and he appreciated that her mother was not another woman.

The woman who gives birth to herself must be full on the basis of her mind and mind must be connected.

"It's mom,"

She put it on and she held her mother's limp body helplessly against the wall.

He didn't want his mother to get sick and lift her body, their weight might be talked about.

Eventually Gibran also replaced his mother's clothes and he cooked porridge in the kitchen.

His mother still spewed out liquid and he became cook not calm like this.

"Propay mom!" He was waiting for his cooking to mature.

Hastily took the bowl and almost missed the estimate if the spoon he used to stir hit his hand.

"Hufft" He rubbed his hand and stroked slowly.

"Hopefully the mother quickly recovered yes, no gini can take care of her mother." Smash himself and he brings the bowl to the room.

There is a bed with sheets and a blanket shades of gray covering the entire body of his mother.

It turned out that his mother fell asleep after the reaction was overexpressed so this was the case.

"Huh, if not for this child where maybe I can see my mother who now I think I see her living in the womb." He said he wanted to squeeze his mother's stomach, the brilliant idea came suddenly.

Sorry to open brilliant but evil.

Gibran placed the bowl with the porridge still steaming smoke.

"Where is it? It won't be good."

"Alah bodo very, now do the task of mathematics first." He also took a book in the closet.

There the facilities do not play and it turns out that he did not choose the wrong apartment.

A long while after thinking hard he finally finished his task quickly.

He is still able to do calculations like this, if the Indonesian language is the same history as before. He avoids that subject.

"Hm, gus suddenly thought. That's why I can survive with my father's unequaled stubbornness and cruel people again" he said, remembering that his mother still survives with a shapeless body.

Once his body was crumpled softly to feel the pain that was so bitter and every night just crying.

Crying until the cry of blood was not going to be replaced with the happiness of her husband who every day just usually squandered her mother's money.

Gibran clenched his hands, he hated the past.

That's why he doesn't like history, so it's kind of a different story.

"If I were a mother would have died a long time ago, where I followed her family where no one knew about this. Well," While nagging himself, he enjoyed the view over the beautiful apartment with the city of Jakarta.

I have a story for that kid.

"Hm, I want to tell you the truth about my grandparents. What if their heart is going to be, this big deal is going to be and they're going to cover it up." Yes, his grandfather and grandmother on his father's side did not want the news to spread quickly.

Moreover, the position of his mother's parents is above them and on the side of the information will be in the hands of journalists.

They will be ashamed of themselves.

Well, the cost of living kek gini is very. He also rubbed his hair rough, frustrating for a long time.

What about the state of broken home that every day heard his parents were angry and the ends of his escape to their respective partners.

The child will feel shunned by both parents, whose parents are bodo with those who are selfish to their respective decisions.

 

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