Wounds From you

7. Friends Gibran

Gibran bought new clothes for his mother who is now being treated in the hospital for lack of fluids so take care of the baby in the womb. Actually the same kasian his mother was not his granddaughter candidate.

While bringing porridge from the canteen, where he had money, surely the answer was that he was loved by someone who had trusted him and he had met in the specialist room.

"Mom" called himself by placing a bowl of porridge on a table next to the hospital bed.

"Yes, son," answered his mother, turning to Gibran.

"This is a shirt for mom, papa buyin for mom, ." said Gibran spontaneous in which it unravels who has been helping Gibran.

His mother leaned back on the bed and stared at her son's death.

"Who was that? Papa," asked his mother and Gibran lowered his head.

He cannot, in this case, have to reverse the facts that occur when he is helped by a man who sincerely helps him.

All this time he hid it and Arina sighed softly.

Arina grabs Gibran's hand, which appears to flick her fingers until some of the women may have been seen dropping by Gibran himself.

"Who are you now, son?" asked her mother by looking at every inch of her son's face.

Then Gibran shook his head, "there is no one ma'am. Just, it was a little made up. Let me be cool," Gibran lied, lowering his head and meaning Gibran could not say it.

"Where did you get the money from?"

Even now the question will expand, he can not if this is too harboring but his papa always speaks. Do not let your mother know, papa is just another person entrusted by God to take care of you.

It was thanks to him helping people and the man made himself his own son, because the man was not married he said there was a woman who was sought until now has not been found.

"No one, that's what I work at the store ma'am" Gibran replied with a stutter and his mother squinted her eyes.

"Not wrong, son?"

"Yes, why mom?" he asked with diverting eyes, he did not want to look directly at his mother.

Direct contact is more painful.

Mom shook her head, "There's nothing..."

"Oh yes already, this is used only weigh later heartache" said Gibran interspersed with oddity to cover his fear.

The room returned to its original state, quiet and silent. The mother and child returned to their activities, the mother had closed her eyes and had a break during the day so she had little time to talk about it to the person who had been helping her.

He let out a rough sigh, settled down like a thief and looked at his sleeping mother.

Just make sure, later afraid if his mother knew this would be angry with him.

Gibran stared at his cellphone which had been ringing since, he hissed slowly when the name of his coworker was written.

Must be willing to talk about cooperation with famous people, then why the twenty-one man did not accept the offer of his cooperation contract.

Though the contract offer is more tempting and the price is insane again in the bargain.

He came out of his mother's ward because he did not want to interfere with Arina's rest.

Gibran replied, pressing the green iKON button and sticking the smartphone screen in his ear.

"What's wrong?"

"Yes assalamu'alaikum..."

"Wa'alaikumsalam what is it?"

"C, Gibran... Where are you now?"

"It's in the hospital, the point is!"

"Heh you don't papa, do you? How to wear everything to the hospital? Who is sick? I went there, right? Sharelock now!" It felt from the tone of his friend was in a hurry and he sighed.

It was like hitting his friend's head with the hammer that the judge used.

Let all be aware of that.

"Gue ain't what-

"This guy's a kid!" his curse when he saw and heard the sound of breaking the connection from the phone they both.

Now Gibran quickly contacted his friend again.

Yes he would have wanted his friend here, but Gibran was afraid to trouble his friend.

It is also not very important that will be discussed.

He just wants to be cut off by that kid.

Gibran clucked as the boy lifted his joint back up.

"What'sup bro?"

"Guard the president joe Biden wae lu, I've just lost..." Gibran laughs loudly because of the talk of his friend, his friend Java kok rough so keinggresan gini.

Sticking crowbes possible.

He did not want to extend the time anymore because there was no point in buying time to discuss the contract, at least there was money he would receive but somehow yesterday he refused outright.

Now that he is sorry, Gibran will ask if his contract is still valid or not.

"What problem?"

Still this friend slow his brain, ask to be ground into weak human brains huh this way.

"Lo basic brain conch, here I whisper about the contract how? That still happens?" tanyanya stiffened while rubbing her face rough so much frustration, she accidentally threw the garbage in the waiting chair.

He spread his gaze when the trash hit the feet of the same people did not notice, he sighed and once again made a shock.

"Oh contract? Anu's a company like bankrupt already, because it can't pay the artist." An absurd reason if accepted by Gibran's intellect, he frowned and cleared his throat.

"Not the contract? Yes allhamdulilah dong," His smile was wide and stared at the door of his mother's room slightly open that he closed.

"Your eyes allhamdulilah! That we have entered the checking stage, you know," said Gibran's friend who raged like it.

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While a slightly thin-bodied man walked into the sage's green paint house, he wanted to go home.

Delivering how his heart is devastated because there is no money, his mind is only money so good to the home of his parents.

What good parents do, if he alone is an only child so the inheritance will fall in his hands.

Expect so.

Arshal with a flat and disrespectful look he went inside without greeting.

To the point where the two people simply ate lunch together.

"Who Ar?"

His father looked up as his mother told him and he looked up and down because the middle-aged man was holding a cellphone while wondering.

"Ar," call father quivering.

Surprised once the two men, one of them was Arshal's father in particular. He opened his glasses and looked at his son here.

He immediately approached and hugged his only child.

"You're here?"

"Yes pah, mah... Is papah healthy?" he hugged his face while smiling.

Intentions he will not want to ask, but for the sake of a wad of money he will do this-that.

Just one today.

Arshal kissed the old man's hands and his parents warmly welcomed Arshal's return.

"You didn't bring your wife, did you?" from the tone of his speech alone has been ascertained mamah and his father still hopes with Arshal not to marry Arina, the troublesome woman.

But the two of them now had accepted for sure.

"Arina again in the house of reward, mah." lied Arshal gave a slanted grin and his papa nodded.

"Have you eaten, son?" Making sure his son wasn't hungry so he offered.

"Oh no reward yet" Arshal replied, and his papa dragged the man's hand to sit in his place.

Papah coded mamah to prepare food for this baby diamond umbrella, it's adorable not the two men in action.

Arshal just chuckled.

Too toll what how.

How guilty you are! You should respect the parents who are tired of taking care of you but you do not respect them.

It's the same your afterlife will not be the same as your world.

"Yes mah, what.." he cheekily scratched his non-itchy neck and stared at the twinkle to his mama.

"Yes what's wrong?"

The situation was quite fitting to talk about the economy, he inhaled a deep breath.

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