Dream Crack
RM262'S CHAT. Gibran
"Udah ah, you're it." Givan eased his laughter.
"That changed, Ai. Remember the pain of the whip yesterday. Remember shame!" Awang pressed his tone.
"Yes, A." Ai also does not have the vocabulary anymore to demean others.
Givan immediately resolved the matter of filling in that self-data. Then they left the inn and headed to a coffee shop, for their supplies in the furniture house.
"Mr Taleb tuh." Givan elbowed his brother's arm, as they walked along to get into the coffee shop.
Gibran nodded faintly. He was downcast, he was embarrassed to cross paths with his father's daughter whom he often took.
Although he escorted and picked up Mariam up in front of Mariam's house, Gibran never went down to ask permission from Mariam's parents. He did not have that much courage, because he never spoke directly to the parents of any daughter he invited.
"Where is my Hajj, Van? Still this afternoon, why not go out?" ask Mr. Taleb, who is aware of the whereabouts of the descendants of his friend.
"Ngopi at the house of Ghifar, the youngest daughter was fussy. He wants to be fat when he sleeps." Givan knows about this truth.
"Well, massaged tuh. Maybe his body is sick. Take it to the baby masseuse, on RT next door." Mr. Taleb pointed towards an alley that was less than a lighting lamp.
"Yes yes, sir? Will be delivered." Givan immediately found the store owner and made the order.
Gibran can only follow his brother, he is afraid if invited to speak by Mr. Taleb. More afraid, he was worried about being reprimanded because he often drove Mariam in front of the house but never stopped by the house.
"Bran, Mariam is sick again. Didn't you see?"
Gibran was straight stiff, when Mr. Taleb asked you to speak. Givan turned his head towards his sister, he understood her expression, he chuckled little and turned towards the man Taleb was in.
"What pain, sir?" Givan knew his sister didn't dare to.
Like a child, Gibran even held the end of his brother's shirt.
"Hur head is dizzy, his eyes are uncomfortable." Mr. Taleb peels off his pea skin.
"Check your eyes first, sir. Probably, his eyes are minus. If it is minus, it could be minus. If you chat with Gibran about it until night, sir. HP is still, right? How do you know his eyes are troubled." Givan glanced at his increasingly tense sister.
"Where is there!" Gibran immediately dismissed his brother's words.
Mr. Taleb actually understood Gibran's terrified body language. He did not understand why his childhood friend intended to marry their children. In fact, Gibran's mentality does not seem to dare to face the parents of his girlfriend.
"Yes the cake minus? Tomorrow we will be checked. It's been two days because, he's complaining of discomfort kept his eyes, dizzy his head." Mr. Taleb glanced at Gibran. "You play, look at him. I forbid him to play HP for a while, why don't you start not hearing?" Mr. Taleb deliberately threw a question at Gibran, he wanted to know the young man's answer.
"You know, sir. I used to say it must hurt." Gibran answered without daring to look at Mr. Taleb's face.
"Well, you know. Why is it that every sick person is never looked at?" Mr. Taleb reached up to his jaw to keep looking at Gibran.
"Can you?" Gibran ventured to look at Mr. Taleb's face at a glance.
"Can. You take the bike ride in silence, at most I report to your father." Mr. Taleb chuckled small.
"That's it, okay," Givan chimed in by poking his sister's arm.
"Maybe, like you ever look at a woman?"
Mr. Taleb held back his laughter, hearing the words of the boy who had no experience of the woman.
"Never the cake. Brother married directly to your sister-in-law." Givan laughed amusedly.
"Yes, it means that you are the same!" Gibran did not know his brother's character about women.
"What's up to the house, Bran. Take it away, permission. Tell me also, where the goal is going," said Mr. Taleb slowly.
"Yes, sir." Givan nodded a few times.
"Tomorrow to visit, sir. I'll sanguine him to buy a fruit parcel." Givan turned to look at Mr. Taleb.
Mr. Taleb laughed, when he saw Gibran pinching his brother's stomach. He just found out, if the relationship of his childhood friend's children was quite warm.
"Excuse me, sir? Take the fritters." Givan covered, to pick up the fry that was next to Mr. Taleb's desk.
"Oh yes, please." Mr. Taleb gave Givan a place.
Gibran threw his face the other way, as his brother who became his hiding place moved away. He just stood in the doorway of the shop, waiting for some of the coffee they ordered to be wrapped.
"Your sister doesn't have any business?" ask Mr. Taleb lirih, when Givan was choosing the fry that is still warm.
"No, Sir. This is again taught." Givan glanced at his sister.
"What's the school far away?" Mr. Taleb asked idly, because he actually already knew from his son.
"Development of SDA if not wrong. Yes, Bran? Not far from the farm, sir." Hearing his brother's question, Gibran immediately stiffened.
Mr. Taleb also squinted his eyes, because he felt the answer was different. At first glance he thought that Gibran made a false confession to his son.
"Well, not design?" ask Mr. Taleb astonished.
"Is she?" Givan looked at his sister demanding an explanation.
"SDA's undergraduate development degree, if it's graduate design," I'm worried Gibran.
Givan gawking. Why does his sister have the opposite title? He just understood, why his parents spent a large fee, even though Gibran got a scholarship for four years to take a bachelor's education.
"Wow, cool you." Mr. Taleb is confused as to what he wants.
Givan was still staring at his sister intensely, he demanded answers and evidence from his sister's remarks. Until finally the coffee they ordered was ready, the fried food that Givan chose was counted. Givan does his motorcycle to return to his parents' house, he wants to see proof of his sister's title.
Adi and Adi look confused, as Givan pulls his sister's shirt into Gibran's room.
"Why, Bang?" Gibran was confused.
"Try, show me your education there." Givan holds hands.
Gibran glanced at his parents who had just entered the room. He was worried about being scolded, because he also hid it from his parents.
"What's up, Van?" Adinda looked confused, as Givan focused on looking at his sister who was stepping towards the closet.
"Look at me, Mah." Givan pointed at his sister who was back at him with her chin.
"Here, Bang." Gibran put the big map on the bed.
"Thirteen certificates of special competence, eight charters of art awards." Gibran did not clarify, because he was worried that his parents would put on a firm face like his brother.
"You explain what this is." Givan sat on the edge of the bed, sorting through the pile of special paper.
"It's my college degree, it's a degree....." Gibran looked at his parents, hesitating to open his mouth.
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