I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

I WILL REACH YOUR HEART AGAIN

Alhamdulillahot. After a day last night just sleep helplessly makes me and Ranti haunted by anxiety, finally our beautiful daughter woke up from her sleep.

He cried for a while because he felt pain around his stomach due to an accident wound. Ranti swiftly clenched and lifted the body of her orange lap very carefully.

I also tried to make Orange calm by inviting him to chat and joke.

"Hi sayaaang, papah's cucumber! Great, Orange! Papah Dika niiih's hero! Strong orange yes.., no cry when operated. Tau ga, mamah at your birth, nangis fit in surgery. Is khan mah?"

Orange was silent looking at me and Ranti alternated. Ranti smiled sweetly while nodding at Orange.

"Yes. The doctor also gave me two thumbs for the orange!" Ranti talks.

"Till what, son? Want this? Orange's favorite biscuit, what's this? Favorite orange milk? mm-h? Which one, dear?" I offered the biscuits and milk boxes on my left and right hand.

"Waaah, does Orange want both, baby? Great papah boy! Let it heal quickly, so want both!"

"One-one first, son! Here, mama help Orange bukain packaging. Which one did you want first? Oh this, biscuits?"

The orange moves its hand attached to the infusion hose.

"Dear, orange must be installed this to heal quickly. Hold ya dear, son mamah khan good boy! Don't pull it, boy! Later on he'll draw his blood out." Ranti was a bit panicked when Orange seemed to dislike the tools attached to her hand.

"Cong dong, mah! Orange khan papa's son super cool mama huh, son! It must not be pulled, baby! Come on, eat the biscuits baby.. pintaaar! Great mah, Orange!"

We both scrambled to give Orange some attention. In addition to making him comfortable with his painful condition, I worry that if Orange often cries will make his stomach wound tear again.

Ranti and I are trying to play as sweet a role as possible for Orange. Even though our eyes are swollen and swollen because of the day yesterday crying worrying about the condition of our only child.

Orange had started to be able to compromise with her condition even though sometimes my girl grimaced with pain.

"Why baby? Sick? Where's that sick, son? Here, here.papa blowin! No, honey, don't hold it. Let papa blow, jampe-jampe let's not get sick again!"

We took turns to keep the orange. There is happiness behind this sadness. I feel like our relationship is back to how it used to be, when we were together in the shade of the household. Warm and friendly. In the depths of my heart, may this warmth continue and continue.even may Allah bless me again to join again lawfully with Ranti.

The doctor who handled the orange finally allowed the orange to move the room. Alhamdulillahot. Now only the infusion hose is still attached to the hand of Orange. Other tools they've been taken out of my son's body.

Ranti sat in a wheelchair holding an orange that was so calm even though I knew it felt uncomfortable with a wound on the stomach and a hose infusion in the hand. Wonderful daughter! A male nurse pushes them into a new room. I purposely placed the Orange in the VIP 1st class room. So that my son is comfortable and at home even though he has to linger in the hospital.

Really I look cruel because my heart is happy to flower with this precious opportunity 24 hours more with Ranti and Orange. It looks like a small family that is so harmonious. We were joking, laughing together. Even I sang, and when it was wrong Ranti justifies with the singing as well. Until Jingga laughed and grimaced crying in pain. Aah.., we were scrambling to hold Jingga to give her full attention to be calm and happy again.

I also bought picture story books for the Orange near the hospital, reading them to the Orange.

"Fuck! Orang-orang wants to see a big fish! Look at the big turtle!" jangga said after he finished hearing my story.

"Yes, baby! We'll go to Dufan together. If Jingga is cured and comes home from the hospital, we go to Seaworld. There's a whale...."

"Shark fish!"timpal Jingga made Ranti who was sitting next to him laugh.

"Yes, shark! Dolphins..."

"Mas fish! Ikaaan...teri there is mah?" again my innocent finger made Ranti laugh.

"There's a fish baby!" said Ranti stroking her soft orange hair.

"Orange, papa, mom.... The three of us will be going to Seaworld. We saw all the fish! Orange wants?"

"You! There's a crocodile, pah?"

"Crocodile? Is there a diseaworld? Ask mommy, you forgot baby!"

"You crocodile's in an animal garden, boy!" Ranti explained to Orange.

"The siwod animal garden?"

"Don't you, the zoo is in Ragunan."

"Oooh yeah! At that time, Abi told a story, huh mah? Abi when are you here, mah? Ko abi ga jenguk Jingga is here?"

"Bi's busy, baby! But abi always doain Orange cepet cured."

"Yes, mah? Later Abi take Jingga to the zoo huh mah?"

"Yes, dear orange!"

I'm choked. Hearing the words that glide from the tiny lips of Orange. I can understand a little about the direction of their conversation.

Abi's? My dear child has already called that snot boy abi? Waaa.. I can't believe! Their relationship is so close. Even from the tiny lips of Orange, it sounds once that my little girl is so familiar with her boyfriend Ranti that she looks enthusiastic to go with Sofyan Ali to ragunan. Damn that boy! It turns out I can't take that guy lightly. He has a surefire way apparently won Ranti's heart especially Orange. Hhh.... My chest feels hot again. The flames grew again making my heart blacken again.

But I hurriedly poured out the flames considering that I had to be sweeter to take Ranti and Jingga's heart.

"Later to Dufan, we'll see a jogger dolphin. Or orange, baby?" I said I was trying to divert Orange's mind from Sofyan Ali.

"Any dolphin can jog, pah?"

"Can dong! Can fly! You can also smell orange. Oranges will love to be kissed by dolphins. How amused!"

"Kayak kissed abi huh, mah? Got abi's mustache, getek!" I flushed for a moment.

My son kissed that fucking guy? *******! How dare he tease my little girl with his naughty kiss. I flared up for a moment. The tempestuous rage controlled my heart and soul.

Ranti let a foreign man get closer to Orange. Letting my little girl be touched and touched by another man even though she is your boyfriend, Ranti!

I spontaneously looked at Ranti's anger. But all I looked at was a whimper. Avoiding my sharp eyes. I want to reprimand Ranti, but stop because it can damage the atmosphere that has melted.

I'm sorry, too late to chase Ranti. Too long I let Ranti with Orange alone until there was a gap for others to enter and fill the void.

But did Ranti not think. This era is a crazy era in the class of jahiliyah. How could Ranti easily let the orange close together, come into contact with Sofyan? The orange is a girl. One day will grow up, develop with time to change the shape of his body. And Sofyan Ali, you have no right and must never touch my son. Hhh.... Again emotions rule me.

Ranti is more religious now. Better understand the law how good and not, can or not, I became inexhaustible.

It was very unpleasant to feel the deep pain of jealousy. The mind becomes chaotic because the demons running around commenting on even adding the burning embers are increasingly flaring up. Fucking demon!!! I gulped holding back the upset.

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