I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

WAR GANG

I can only hold back my anger. I should be able to! In any case I will take back Ranti and Orange to be mine. Fuck abi or who it is, Sofyan Ali. I will fight harder and more vigorously.

"Replace! Can I ask you something?" ask me when there is a chance to pour my heart out to Ranti when Orange is already asleep in her beautiful dreams.

Ranti looks at me. Waiting for my next word. At that point he got a call from his fucking girlfriend.

"I don't want Sofyan to come here even though he only wants to visit Orange! I don't want to make Orange uncomfortable with this situation. What if he asks unexpected things." Ranti plays her phone. I was a little upset about it. But I dare not rebuke him.

"Let's be so smart, Ranti! I was afraid that suddenly he asked us about our status, your status with Sofyan. His age is not enough to know everything. I hope you understand what I mean, Ranti! Let the orange happy to be happy with our togetherness during hospitalization. Can I ask that of you?" I pressed my tone a little low. Trying to convince Ranti to follow my words. In addition, I also do not want to further witness their closeness especially Orange if Sofyan Ali comes to visit this hospital.

Ranti seemed to have no intention of answering my words. His hands were busy touching his hp screen keypad.

"I've got him, not to come here!" the short answer makes my heart flower. Wooow. The fresh wind slowly enveloped my entire soul and feelings. My head grew and my nose grew flat, growing more confident. Then Ranti still has a taste for me. Thank you Allah!

Jabrik. Ask me when I'm coming home because it's been two days since chicken splints didn't produce. I can only answer to have Jabrik handle the customers first. Said I might be on vacation for a week. I am still intensely caring for and taking care of Orange at the hospital accompanying Ranti.

Rosa called me too. She asked about the news of Orange and said that later in the afternoon she and her husband would visit Orange. I'm so glad to hear that.

Afternoon jam besuk room atmosphere Orange crowded people. There was Rosa and Anang mas, Hardi also Gina, also Hera. My father couldn't come because his uric acid was relapsing, Hera said.

What a warm atmosphere that I have long missed now that I have come true. Gina also now wants to answer my question even with a flat face. Somewhat better than before that even always showed his face and eyes judes to me because I was very disappointed in myself who was almost 5 years so his idol.

Rosa and I are also talking about the next step of the company that we will build together. Rosa said she didn't quit the company she worked for and just supported and monitored me from behind. But he will be my advisor behind the scenes so that my path does not deviate from the left right, he said making me laugh. I was actually a little disappointed that Rosa couldn't fully cooperate with me. Because Mr. Anjar's trust is not just for me. Rosa also got that attention. And I remember Mr. Anjar's words clearly to this day.

I asked Rosa and Mas Anang to take a break to help Ranti take care of Orange during the hospital. I don't want to leave them a single moment and this is my chance to get close to them. Thank goodness Rosa understood. He let me find again my lost time with Ranti and Jingga.

Thankfully, the orange situation is getting better. My son is a great boy! The child's orange is strong and not whiny at all. Only occasionally he cried even if the bandage is being replaced nurse nurse and only cry for a moment.

It's the sixth day Orange has been hospitalized. The surgeon who handled it said that Orange was able to go home. Alhamdulillaah..! Thank you God!

Ranti returned and her face was beaming. I was happy to see Ranti and Jingga back cheerful. These are the sweet moments I was hoping for.

We rented a car to go home to Ranti. Orange is also more agile and free to move because of the infusion in his hand that has been released. Ranti held the orange in her arms lovingly. I who sat next to him clasped a tiny orange fingers and occasionally kissed his hands. There are flowers blooming in this heart. The fragrant smell of the fragrance burst out to make my face can not be separated from the smile of happiness.

It turned out that in the courtyard of Ranti's house many neighbors were waiting for us. And also, Sofyan Ali. Hhh..

The man's face was so bright it shone seeing Ranti and Orange coming down out of the car that was carrying us.

"Abi....!!!" I was shocked to hear the orange screech that sounded so happy.

"Be careful honey!" ranti said slowly looking at the delighted orange response while stretching out her hand at Sofyan Ali.

Shit!!!! The man laughed happily as he spread his arms to reach my little daughter.

"Can abi gendong Jingga?" the question is so soft. And Ranti's suwenya let her lift my son's body. Hhh...

"Be careful!" reminded me. Sofyan Ali looks so soft holding my son. Makes me look even more at it.

We went inside the house. The orange squealed with excitement. The house is decorated with colorful paper. There are also balloons that are formed in such a way on the walls and ceiling of the house. Like a birthday party.

"Surpriseee...!" sofyan Ali said that he made Jingga hug him tightly.

"Be careful Orange! Later his stomach hurt," I said slowly to Orange. It was simply to divert the rage of my burning heart. Burning with a huge jealous fire.

The neighbors took turns to visit the orange. They are happy because Orange is healthy and has returned home. Ranti was busy thanking the guests while I was just sitting in the chair watching the orange that Sofyan Ali was holding. They were both busy joking around with balloons and hanging craft paper.

My mind's hovering. Wrestling and knowing how to. If I take the Orange from the man's arms, I fear the response of the Orange who is disappointed in me.I just wait for the opportunity.

"May have to rest, yes...! It's time for Orange to eat, teruuus.drink medicine, teruuus. Okeyey? Khan said he wanted to heal, want to play to seaworld! Want khan baby?" I'm trying to get the orange's attention. Take it from Sofyan's sling.

While the neighbors slowly return home after a long conversation with Ranti. The atmosphere of Ranti's house was calm again.

"I've prepared chicken porridge for Orange! It's on the desk." Ranti smiled sweetly at Sofyan Ali making me almost choke. Goddamnit!

"It's cold porridge, lest it's stale by time!" i interrupted.

"Engga' koq mas! I just bought. Just 20 minutes ago. It's not hot now. Let the orange eat fast too!" It's smart that damn kid swiped like a bajaj.

The orange eating voraciously was fed by Ranti. I opened the medicine. Carefully take them one by one. Separate and put it on a small plate and prepare a glass of drinking water for Orange. I need to be smarter than this guy! Don't let him be cooler in the eyes of Orange in front of his papa.

An hour later Ranti brought the orange into the room. Put her to sleep with such a melodious song. Let us alone with each other's daydreams.

Sofyan Ali and I were not in conversation. I'm the one who's lazy to talk or the one who doesn't talk, I don't know. A fool with his mind! I'll just be sweet to Ranti and my son. No business with that fucking guy!

A little while ago we were in this awkward atmosphere. I finally tried to open a conversation with him.

"It does not actually have to be too excited too, welcoming the return of Orange from the hospital. Somewhat afraid of Orange too happy to disturb his health again!" I said I made Sofyan smile.

"You must be out a lot of money and time to make this all. Let me change, shall I?!"

"Ga need, mas! I like to see a happy orange response. This is also my mother's advice. Because we can't see the orange in the hospital. Ranti forbade us. We can't do anything!" he said it made me grunt.

"It turns out Sofyan's mommy's son too! Everything should be your permission and advice! Hehehe...."

"Hehehehe... seems obvious huh mas? But I agree koq my mother's advice and advice is the best for me."

"Yes but I guess, look if there is less strong stance. Ask your mom what your mom thinks. It is difficult to be used as a role model and hold as the head priest of the family later."

Sofyan Ali just kept quiet to hear my spicy words. I was intentionally. Fished up the commotion until the anger of this man came out. Let Ranti know better and better know her future husband. How would he respond if I was a little bit pompous about him who is less worthy of Ranti.

"I'm sorry, mas Dika.if my treatment of Orange looks excessive in the eyes of the mas. That's because I love the orange. Again, sorry!"

"To be honest, I admit, I don't like your actions Sofyan! I am his biological father. His biological father Orange is more entitled to give him attention and affection. Although the current mas is the closest person to Ranti, his mother is Orange. But honestly I'm not comfortable with all that!"

"Sorry, mom!"

"If I may advise, I'd better get Sofyan home. We can set a time so as not to clash and be uncomfortable with each other. How's it?" my advice is to half throw him out. It is my anger that has reached the crown and just waiting for Sofyan ali to blow it up.

Ranti came out of her room. The orange seemed to have fallen asleep to make him leave the orange in the room alone.

Sofyan and I were both silent. Ranti looked at us in turn.

"Do you want me to make you a drink? Coffee or tea?" tanya Ranti offered us a soft but clear voice.

"I think Sofyan will be home soon, Ranti! I'll make myself a drink after Sofyan leaves!"

Ranti looked at the man like she was doubting my words. As good as I am with this condition.

Hhh.... Come on, brat, get your feet up from here! You're making me sick of vomiting to see your pretentious style in front of Ranti!

"Abi should go home! Dika and I are a little tired also because they take care of Orange in the hospital. So sorry if we're a little sensitive! Thank you, Abi has made Orange happy! I can only say thank you. Also to mama, say my thanks, bi!"

"Well, Abi's coming home! Rest with the orange. Greetings to Mama will Abi convey! Eshababrink..!"

"Waaa, hebaaat! You guys are getting closer, right? Perhaps you have done something further!" I was flabbergasted because the jealousy that exploded made me out of control could not control my jealousy. hhhhhh....!!

Plaque!!! Ranti walked quickly up to me and slapped my cheek.

I grimaced. Shocked and sick. A sense of heat spread throughout my face that immediately flushed.

Ranti? Dare to slap my cheek? My chains that used to be so soft and submissive, can now slap me???...

"So what you say, mom! I am a widow! One might say, I am a lonely widow. But I'm not an itchy widow who easily haphazardly brings men in and tries my bed! I'm not that big! Catch that!" the spicy words thrown from Ranti's lips made me barely able to breathe. His red eyes showed that he was very angry with me. Instantly I regretted my spontaneous words coming out without thinking carefully.

"Then..why do you and Jingga call him 'Abi' when his name is clearly Sofyan Ali'?" I said to defend myself stammering.

"Look, yeah! His name is Sofyan Ali. But since childhood he has been commonly called 'Abi'. And Orange called him 'Abi' also without frills om because he did not want to make a bulkhead with Orange. The guy just wants to be friends with an orange! Not because he was in a relationship with me! And just so you know, my mom.... Neighbors here know him well and know him from childhood because the blue painted house in front of it used to be his family's house! And you, have no right to judge him and me as low as that. You have to be self-aware and know your limits! Understood?"

Ranti explained everything by blazing. While Sofyan Ali who had been standing in front of the door was still silent in the middle of this situation.

"Abi, I'm sorry.must see and watch the fight between us. Ranti please, Abi come home!"

"Is Abi better here? Abi's worried about...."

"Go home! Ranti is fine!"

The man came out slowly. While I was still standing with my head bowed in shame. I'm busy with myself and my regrets.

Is crazy!... Why did I explode like this! I should have been more calm and smooth playing if I wanted to get Ranti's heart again. Why is it like this? Hhh....Dika bodoooooooh's! You idiot!

"And you are Dika! All this time I've been quiet. Accept you, because after all you are the father of my son. At any time that status will not change. But it turns out, my kindness was judged low in your eyes. From this moment, this moment... I'll only let you visit Orange once a month. And no need to think hard to think about the life of Orange especially me. I'm glad you're the responsible father thinking about Orange's living expenses. I appreciate you being a good father!But just so you know, I never expected it because I felt I was still able to give a decent life for my son. And I was willing to sacrifice, to fight desperately even though I had to bone for my son. I'm sincere for my son!"

"And now, as long as I can still speak kindly to you, leave my house immediately! I am a widow! I don't want people gossiping about my ugliness to let a man with no relationship linger in my house! Because I'm self-aware and know people's views of me! The lonely widow! And you're one of those people who thinks badly of me! Out!"

"Reply! ....I'm sorry Ranti! I'm burning jealous! Pardon me! Redam. The orange is sleeping! I'm sorry Ranti!"

"Get out my word! Get out! now!"

Ranti pushed me out of her door. Close it hard and lock it from the inside.

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