ORANGISH

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A police officer who was on duty stopped their steps, when they found Reza, repeatedly hit traffic signs.

“Your car is in violation of traffic rules!” the policeman shouted with an annoyed grunting face.

“You're endangering a lot of people!” the policeman came back long chattering.

“I brought a patient who was serious” cried Reza in his wheel by opening the window of the car glass in his vehicle. It shows the condition of the Orange that is in the dawn.

“Oh gosh, what happened?”

Reza did not have much time to explain, especially the orange breath that began to sting.

“Fire victims. Can you escort and give us a way to get to the nearest hospital” pinta Reza in a panic.

“Good, please” Now that the cop is walking ahead of Dawn's car, he rings the siren a sign of danger, to give way to their car.

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Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at one of the nearest hospitals from the scene. Dawn carried the orange by running through the hospital corridor. His face had panicked countless times as he headed for the IGD.

“Please, please my wife” he said as the nurse arrived before him and brought one mattress for the patient.

“Good, please wait in front. We will check the patient first” said the nurse by closing the door of the IGD room.

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Dirgantara Residence.

News about Kasih Ibu Hospital, which experienced a fire, has reached the Dirgantara residence. Madam Nadin, drowned right in the living room. A shadow of evil haunts his mind. His heart was troubled that something bad had happened to his son-in-law and grandson.

He sat down in a daze on the cold marble. Suddenly his legs felt limp as if boneless. That leg has no power to rest on. His breath was also stifled.

The same thing happens with oma. He sat down blankly, imagining all the bad possibilities that would happen to his family. Moreover, the presence of the successor of Dirgantara yamg has long been in the damba.

Pak Angga is still silent a thousand languages. He sat in his big chair guessing all the possible causes of the sudden fire in the hospital. His fingers interlocked in front of his chest with a sharp drawn gaze. I don't know what was on his mind at the time.

“Money drink” Wima came to bring two glasses of water handed alternately to Oma and Bu Nadin. He proposed one by one to two women of different generations.

“Papa, let's go to the hospital. I want to see the current condition of Orange” whine Bu Nadin with a nanar gaze.

“Why bad luck slalu befalling Orange. Poor that kid. Since childhood living a kara without relatives and relatives until big was still often wretched” Desis Oma added. His eyes were dewy imagining all the distress his son-in-law's grandchildren had experienced.

“Pah, let's go to the hospital!” ms. Nadin's instructions were to wiggle her husband's body slowly.

“I'll take care of all this. I will ascertain what happened to the mother love hospital purely because of the fire or because of the deliberate incident that resulted in the fire” Desis Pak Angga then in the middle of his daydream.

Without many words, the Dirgantara family quickly followed the Orange and Dawn to the Dian Husada hospital, which was located not far from the place of the fire. They walked in a row towards the orange nursery. Along the way, tense and restless faces enveloped them.

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Dawn was still silent in the corner of the waiting room. He sat in the hospital hallway feeling guilty, never leaving the orange alone. Why could it be that slow, leaving the wife in obvious danger lurking. The hospital which he said was a safe haven as the savior of every human being, but did not apply to his wife. The orange must be sprawled helplessly because it is injured there.

Many times he let out a long sigh, waiting fretfully for news from the Doctor who had examined him.

Where are you asking Reza?

Reza was speechless, he was sitting in a different hallway. His eyes dewyly imagined the event that had just happened to his young Miss. He remembered the events of several years of cross. A fire that has forcibly taken the life of her peaceful little family. To end up living in an orphanage. Reza's parents, died during a fire that hit his home.

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Still in the same nature. A blaring smile filled the entire room. He laughed perfectly when he heard the news that happened to Orange and Dawn today. A satisfied facial sharpener emanated perfectly there.

Still in the oversized chair that he sat’ki. He turned the chair around without intending to get down from there. His body was twirling with his hands looking up and a thunderous smile.

“Good. Good work”

“I like the way you guys” he again smiled by staring one by one his men who were in the room.

“From here we know, who is stronger” Hermawan began to rise from his seat approaching one by one the men in front of him.

“It's just an early game, but look at them, huh! they're even helpless”

“Fajar..”

“Fajar, apparently you're not as strong as I imagined. Your mistake is already in my grasp” he smiled cynically, with a crumb feeling on his opponent.

“But Sir, we have endangered many lives for today” said one of his men with a bow.

“Lantas why? You think I care about that? Who's in the wrong? Who started it? And who dares to forcibly take away my son's happiness? Heh?”

Amazingly, Hermawan pulled the boy's head away with a brandas when the man boldly told him that.

“Go!”

“I'll give you more bonus for today's alian performance” instruction Hermawan with a jarring smile.

Without many words, and do not want in the matter of all the men who have finished the mission immediately leave the room of the superior. The most important thing in his mind right now was just money and bonuses to be able to continue this life.

While Hermawan. The man resumed his laughter as if he had already won in this match. Hermawan is like a madman.

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Return to Dian Husada Hospital.

Panicked footsteps began to sound from the deserted passageway. The three members of the Dawn family were coming towards the orange room with a feeling of anxiety. Their eyes looked at the restless Dawn sitting in the corner of the hospital hallway.

“What is the condition of Orange?” madin asked frantically, cold sweat began to stop at her temple.

“Then it's not okay. He had injuries all over his body. More than that the doctor predicts if he suffered a broken leg” Bright Dawn with a sad face.

Oma could only gape at the words of her grandson. He was in shock for a moment.

“Lantas how about the content?” ask Pak Angga later.

“The baby in the womb survived, but the Orange in a condition that is not fine” the corner of the eye of Dawn almost melted. He looked up at the hospital ceiling. Trying to be calm and strong in front of his family.

“With a family of Orange patients?” a Doctor is out of IGD. Without many words Dawn quickly came to the voice.

“Iya Doc, my husband”

“Patients will be moved in the outpatient room after this. Please take care of his administration” said Doctor later.

“Do whatever is best for my son-in-law” replied Pak Angga adding. The middle-aged man also came to the doctor who handled Orange.

The orange had been moved in the VVIP room, the whole family was beside her waiting for the pregnant woman to open her eyes. Anxiety and restlessness enveloped the family was never orange to open his eyes.

“Fajar, what happened to your wife? It's been over three hours we've been waiting for him. Why doesn't the orange open its eyes?”