ORANGISH

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“What did I say too? You sit sweet there. Let Mas alone cook for you”.

Dawn again brought his wife to sit waiting at the dinner table.

“He does not want to cook dear, so be patient let me serve you”

Orange, admiring his head obediently. Since knowing if it contains. He never cooked at all. Orange will feel the nausea that is immeasurable when smelling basic spices for cooking, besides if you see the sink will somehow automatically vomit itself.

Ten minutes later, Dawn came with a plate of fried rice complete with eggs and crackers.

“Please this princess fried rice of love, made with a sweet smile full of affection. I'm bribing ya?”

“Come open his mouth” first

“I can eat myself Mas!”

“But I didn't give you permission to eat alone” Dawn, again grabbing a spoon in the grasp of Orange. Put in a bribe for the sake of the mouthful of fried rice that was in front of him.

“How do you like?”

Orange uses his head, he is powerless to answer the question of Dawn. Her husband did not give her the chance to empty her mouth at all.

“Good, are you still hungry?”

Again the orange did not make a sound, he preferred to nod his head.

“So now Mr Putri want to sleep again or want to be in temenin why?”

“We sleep again yes Mas” Orange closed his gaping mouth, after his stomach feels full drowsiness back afflicted.

*****

Aerospace Office.

Look how stupid this young man is. He can easily accept cooperation offers with Cakrawala. In fact he gave an investment of seventy percent of his total assets that were here. Just look at what will happen after this investment is successful. I'll make sure if you catch your wife to be a scab.

Hermawan accompanied by some of his staff was sitting listening to the presentation made by the Aerospace. He sat with his back slightly against the chair, his fingers playing with the blue ballpoint pen in his hand. The corner of his lips was drawn to the side as if he was laughing at Dawn along with its ranks.

Just look, until when your face like that will be able to survive to smile. I make sure after this you will grimace.

Dawn stared at his business opponent from the tail end of his eyes. He smiled as he confirmed that Hermawan was in the game.

“So how Mr Hermawan is there still need to be discussed again for manufacturing existing factory in China?”

“I think no one should be in trouble all is clear. My team who will be in control for its construction there following for its development”.

“One more time I ask for a copy of all the letters related to assets for the factory there. I want to learn everything in detail. I don't want any flaws in the process later”.

“Good, after the meeting is over our team will send the files to Bap”

The two shook hands with each other, with two feelings that both wanted to see destruction.

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“Gentleman whether this has been the best decision for our company. I'm a little worried if we're going to lose this game. Hermawan will get a huge profit. He will be the ruler for the existing factory in China”

“we will do it carefully. I must also take over everything that should belong to Orange. It's not about crazy possessions and wanting to be a ruler but it's about rights. My wife has been disenfranchised since childhood”

“Gather all proof of ownership over Bramantyo family before the factory so”

“Good Taun”.

Ceklek door open.

“Papa? What made papa here?” Tanya Fajar looked astonished, this was the first time Mr. Angga returned to the office after several months of silence at home enjoying his old age.

“You should not be rash in making Dawn decisions. Hermawan is a very cunning man. He can easily manipulate everything he wants including with the investment you give to his company”

“Lantas why Papa used to set me up with his daughter?” Fajr's forehead was furrowed at the statement that his Papa had just revealed.

“My goal has been reached Dawn. I want to marry you to Jingga”

“Lantas Dahlia?”

“I think you're a smart kid, Papa doesn't have to explain any of this. Just one Papa message. Beware, just a little off guard in this project surely all our treasures will change hands on him!” Instructions Pak Angga by looking intently at the son.

Fajar nodded his head obediently. His mind went back on the air looking for a way to take down Hermawan later.

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“Mas” sounds familiar and sedayu-dayu disperse serious conversation between child and father. Oranges enter the room without permission. The pregnant woman will do everything she can to meet her husband.

All eyes were fixed on his presence was no exception with Pak Angga who was sitting opposite the door. The old man turned his body towards the source of the voice.

“Sorry, I don't think anyone” Orange slightly lowered his tone to not make a spoiled voice.

“Not papa” Pak Angga smiled looking at his daughter-in-law who looked a little filled with a stomach that bulged forward.

“Sorry to disturb” Orange approached and grabbed the back of her hand-in-law kissed her reverently, the same thing was done to her husband's Dawn.

“No, we only speak lightly”.

“Papa eat with us, I bring a lot of food for this afternoon” Orange shows the two bushels that are in his grasp.

“No boy, Papa has to go home to accompany Mama to the salon this afternoon. We have made an agreement since this morning” Pak Angga got up from his seat asking for permission to go home first. He deliberately gave space to the husband and wife to pour out his affection for each other. Pak Angga already knows the habit of Orange while pregnant, if his daughter-in-law can not eat if not in bribe by her husband.

“What is she fussing about today?”

Orange shook his head slowly.

“Eat yuk you must have been very hungry” Dawn brought his wife to move sit on the sofa. He grabbed the bushel that was on his desk.

“Wait for me to go to the bathroom first yes dear” the man gave a brief kiss on his wife's forehead before moving to the bathroom. While the Orange he was still sitting in the same spot, his eyes glanced at the messy-looking Dawn table. There are several sheets of files and piles of rubble strewn across each other over there.

The soul of the orange slave thrashed. He shook his head slowly, then stood up to clear the table. His eyes scanned the papers there. It stores and puts the same paper in one place.

Waitaminute!

Why is my name so much here?