Missing the Orange

87. Back to Conscious

It had been three days of Jingga bed rest even though they (Bu Sasmitha and Jingga) were admitted to the same hospital, but Alan still asked Bi Murthi to wait for Bu Sasmitha because he himself was guarding the Orange.

The visit of the doctor on duty tonight, stated the current state of Orange is much better. After the departure of the doctor and nurse Alan closed the door of the room Orange. These few days, the time he went through felt tense and tiring. The man who had the maximum height crept up onto the hospital bed, crammed with a tiny body of Orange.

"Tomorrow, I'll see how Mom is! " said Alan while hugging the tiny body, his hands did not stop stroking the orange stomach that began to bulge.

"There's still a lot I'm afraid of, Mas. " said Jingga with a look, looking at Alan's face.

"Just pray, you'll recover soon! Darling, "Alan's sentence hangs, his memory goes back to the moment the gun pointed at Orange's body.

"I'm afraid of losing you! How can I live if I lose you?" Like the approaching trauma, the corner of Alan's eyes, again dripping water when remembering the terrible incident again. The second in which the sound of gunfire echoed throughout that worn-out hall room.

That night the two poured out their hearts, how they alike thought one of them would leave.

"It feels like I can't afford to miss you, Orange Andini! " he said by kissing the top of his wife's head that was still kumel. Whatever it is for Alan remains fun to touch and hold his wife's body.

Early in the morning, Alan bathed Orange, his wife complained that she was not comfortable with her hair that I had already done. Since required bed rest, Orange is not shampooed. This morning after Alan's sub was holding Jingga into the bathroom for her to bathe. Although, the state of Orange is much better, Alan has not allowed Orange to walk alone. He himself was focused on taking care of Orange, even all the office work he had switched to Raka. Yes, it was fortunate that the assistant was so deft and so responsible.

Out of the bathroom, Orange already looks fresh, the hue of the sumringah is now clearly visible on his face, especially today he will meet his mother.

"Good morning mother of Orange. "greet the doctor who visited today followed two nurses behind her.

"August, Doc! " orange replied a little embarrassed because Alan was combing his hair.

"I check on Mom's condition! " Hearing Niar's doctor's words, Alan again helped Jingga lay her body on the bed.

Alan sat his weight on the sofa by paying attention to the doctor who was checking the condition of Orange. Every now and then he saw the doctor turn to one nurse by pointing at something to write on the report paper.

"Alright, Mother Orange's condition is much better. Mother Orange is allowed to go home anytime Mother Orange wants! Remember, don't be too stressed! " clearly doctor Niar then walked out of the room followed by the two nurses behind him.

The orange still relaxes his body in the mattress, until Alan comes back to him.

"Want to visit Mom, right? "

"Mau, Mas. " replied Orange to help Alan wake up and lift the tiny body of Orange to sit in a wheelchair.

Alan pushed the wheelchair-bound orange, a very bright morning atmosphere. The air is also very fresh. They passed through several quiet rooms before entering Ms. Sasmitha's room. There was already Bi Murti who was asked by Alan to wait for his mother-in-law.

The orange enters Ms. Sasmitha's treatment room. His eyes glazed over as he watched the strong woman who had always protected him now lay weak.

"Mother.." call Orange with a raucous voice. His hands tightly clasped Sasmitha's pale hands.

"Mother wake up, I want Mom to play with Mom's granddaughter later! " The orange again sobbed even the sob is very difficult to control. He could no longer speak, until Alan pushed the wheelchair in the orange chair out of the room.

"Darling, I won't bring you in again if you're like this. Don't make Mom sad! " said Alan who was crouching in front of the orange. While nodding Orange wiped away her tears and asked Alan to bring her back in.

The atmosphere was silent, Jingga again clasped her mother's cold hand. The many overflows of grief that he was currently harboring, he indeed had to learn to be stronger like the person currently lying in front of him.

Silence, no more noise. But the orange still clasped his mother's hand as if it didn't want to let go again.

"Yes...! " call for Orange when Orange feels Sasmitha's finger in his hand. Alan and Bi Murthi saw it. O Allah how happy Orange is when it starts to see my eyes again blink.

"Mom wake up, Mom! " The orange cheers were so gleeful that Sasmitha opened her eyes and a faint smile rose on Sasmitha's face.

Alan now calls a doctor and a series of examinations on Sasmitha are carried out to determine Sasmitha's current condition.

The sense of happiness was so explosive when the doctor stated Sasmitha's condition was much better.

"Thank God, You still let Mother be with us" muttered Orange with a smile that never receded from her face.

When he saw Sasmitha wanted to get up, Alan immediately confirmed the position of the bed so that his mother-in-law could sit leaning.

"That's all I want to talk about! " sasmitha's weak voice now sounded a little forced, but she could no longer keep this secret anymore.

Sasmitha's tears slid just like that before she continued her sentence.

"Mother..do not force yourself first! " said Alan.

"No, I have to say it right now" replied Sasmitha with confidence.

Sasmitha wiped her tears. It's the first time Orange saw her mother cry like that. Orange clasped his hand on his mother's hand as if to convince all good.

"That's why, I'm sorry if you've kept everything a secret. Forgive me. You should have been entitled to know from the beginning.... " Sasmitha came back crying with a whim. Making the orange more curious about what has happened.

"So, if only Mom wasn't your real mother, would you still love me like before? " sasmitha made the orange freeze. The mind of Orange has not been able to catch what the meaning of his mother's words.

"I'm Mom's daughter. She will forever be my daughter! " firm Orange.

"You're not Mom's real daughter....!" Sasmitha was touched by her crying. Alan approached the middle-aged woman, stroking Sasmitha's shoulder to regain his composure.

Orange eyes are patterned, even now began to glass. Hearing what the sasmitha said, the body now feels stiff orange even his tongue feels confused just to ask what this really is.

"Are you going to leave Mom, aren't you? " asked Sasmitha with a fright that gripped her heart. He could not imagine that Orange would forget him after knowing everything.

"Who is my mother, who is my father? " ask the orange with tears beginning to drip. His heart felt mixed when he heard the truth that had been stored.

"You are indeed the daughter of Mas Cokro, but your birth mother is not me but Ms. Rengganis. Raden Ajeng Ayu Rengganis Prayogo "heard the confession of Sasmitha Jingga leaning his body in a wheelchair. His body felt limp, even he was just stunned to hear the truth.

"Orang, I'm sorry. I'm guilty of you for keeping this a secret. But believe me, I love you, like my own son. " Silent eyes were staring expectantly at Orange. Honestly, at this time Sasmitha was very afraid that Orange would be angry after hearing the truth about her.

Seriate....