Wounds From you

9. Already met

"Where?"

"Have met mister," answered one of them and made Angga look at his men in disbelief.

Angga looked around him, the man he was looking for was walking beside a man who seemed to accompany him.

Suddenly the man half a century was swept his steps toward his beloved daughter, the only daughter he loved until his life.

"Syifa," she called out, stretching out her arms, embracing her daughter, and the man called her papa revealed a warm smile.

"Bah,"

Finally they both hugged, a sense of haru calling on their chests together and made some people become moved.

Syifa, a call to her most beautiful daughter. For thousands of years, his papa will keep before the man who will replace Angga as the birth papah of Syifa.

"Gib" called Angga to look behind him. The one who had helped his daughter this time, was truly salute Angga.

Several times patted Gibran's stiff shoulder, so Angga could not say anything.

"Yes pah, assalamu'alaikum..." Gibran as the one who first found himself and Angga should be proud of this child, because it has helped him so the reverse is nothing that can beat.

For a century will not be replaced so Angga wants Gibran to call himself his parents.

Want to be called anything important he can help Gibran's life.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," his smile was imprinted and received a hand from Gibran.

"It's Syifa? Where," Syifa, the person who was wanted, meant that her daughter was also directly approaching Angga.

Angga looked behind Gibran, where his daughter was waiting.

"Well," her daughter hugged her papa and felt it was very warm.

How different does he feel with his mom, mama?

There is no affection from inside a biological mother who deliberately threw herself into an orphanage and is now begging to return with Syifa.

The woman felt unworthy to get the love of a mother.

Even though she gave birth, it still stuck in Syifa's heart.

Back to Gibran, he smiled faintly at Syifa's closeness with his own papa while he had no Arshal to embrace him.

Deserve him in the middle of the two people, it feels like he got the affection of both parents not only from his mother.

But, he should be grateful because he is still accompanied by a mother who continues to encourage him every day.

Despite his mother's heart, he was hurt.

The man smiled meaningfully, in fact he should be proud of Arina as a mother who chose with her incompetent self as a son.

Sometimes he can accept the real situation.

He sighed softly, feeling the two people staring at him. He felt confused, where the fault lies until surprised by the two people.

"Heh don't mostly dream of Gib, it's not good" he said, reminding.

Syifa, the woman said. Suddenly Gibran's heart was beating faster than usual.

He just smiled and nodded.

"Why, son?" tanya Angga held Gibran's shoulder.

They embraced, while the one behind her daughter was in her place.

Wanting to see Gibran, the man was free with his papa.

"There is no reward, just the same mother. Most sins are the same mother,"

The three of them walked outwards and many people passed through them but were indifferent to their meaningful existence in this country.

They rushed to get to the parking lot in the parking lot.

It is certainly connected by many journalists who want access Angga to be interviewed.

However, there were already many Angga bodyguards ready to face the many people who wanted to ask.

Finally, three people entered the car that was driven first by Syifa. Departing from home to here is not easy, many ways passed by Syifa.

With the three of them in the car, the first silence was long ago so Angga who invited Gibran to chat.

"What about your mother?" Angga opened his voice, asking his mother who from yesterday wanted to visit there was a job that delayed him to visit his mother Gibran.

"It's still not allowed to go home the reward, because it's still the second day so you want how it is again." Gibran replied as if.

"I'm sorry that Papah hasn't been able to visit your mother all this time,"

"Yes pah, don't be sad about mom! I'll talk to mommy later,"

"That?"

"What, son? Papah said how to try? Will you repeat again?" Angga seemed to have a talk earlier before stating if he wanted to go to the hospital.

Maybe this is not the first draft to be the initial goal.

"Yes, but the reward will not be troublesome. If there is a job, hope Gibran anyway completed first rather than later disturbing." reply is not happy, because all this time it has been difficult for their families can not be grateful to them.

Gibran secretly since earlier his gaze led to Syifa who was staring at a mobile phone.

His eyes did not focus on the view of the road ahead but the person he had first been looking for.

Keep his eyes on me, he lowered his head.

"No, even papah want to acquaintance with your mother who knows" said Angga a little forcing to keep going to the hospital.

Gibran nodded, "If you don't bother, papa, pah."

"Yes,"

While Syifa in his heart is very arrogant now, already know the initial agreement wants to invite himself to the mall kok now different again wacana.

Syifa clenched her hands in silence, she was impatient to open her voice but seeing from the windshield her papa was coded not to get angry here.

Not ashamed, though.

Habit is indeed if you are angry it does not taste without salt mixed in the broth water.

"Back to the hospital."

"Okay sir,"

The three of them remained silent until they finally arrived at the hospital where Gibran's mother was being treated.

"Why did you choose this hospital, son? Not in a hospital

"Just let the reward, papah people just do not help how can-can be just fine." spray his son who can not control his emotions.

Angga knows this his son will be like this, but he can advise later at home if there is time.

Angga chose to ignore and looked at Gibran as if he had gotten out of the car.

"Get your mouth!" snorted Angga with a sharp and fierce gaze.

"It can't be because papah is a betrayal!"

"Son, please! You are a woman respecting your true speech." please look at me with meaning.

"Sana out, the males were invited here. No moad though!" The woman held up her body position that was bending.

He was looking for the existence of cas-casan because the phone is short and lowbat so it's good he charged the battery first.

"Hm, not papah not keep the promise but good to get the reward first to visit the sick boy" he said as soft as silk to tell his son really has a high stock of patience.

"Hurry up!" His face had pushed the car door out and looked at his very calm daughter in the seat beside the wheel.

"Bah, males lah.." he said while reasoned what this is.

Refusing again good to get out rather than in a car that will be hot because the people who were accompanying Angga was he told to go inside.

"It's hot in here!" The kekeuh papah and Syifa stared lazily papahnya.

"Huh, papah...."

Finally Angga intervened on his own, he circled the car to lower his son right after forcing his daughter down from the car.

Because if later left will be angry again, telling parents to stay this one down and help himself who was at the tip of the horn of his breath.

Monday to Thursday, her voice did not stop.

Angga stared intently and seemed to want to record the victim, Syifa's decision was now at the end and finally he slowly got out of the car.

The four-wheeled vehicle was not a comfortable place for him, but a place that smelled super phobia Syifa back.

This face is really shitty.

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