ORANGISH

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“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?”

Dawn rose from the sofa in her seat. He looked back at the face of the wife who was still lying limp on the bed.

“Sayang” whispers gently right in the ear of Orange.

“Sayang” he repeated that one word again.

Slowly Orange, start moving her eyelids. He lunged very slowly, moving his head to the right and to the left for a moment even though his eyes were not yet perfectly open.

“Honey, slowly” whispered back Dawn gently. He smiled as the orange responded well to his call.

“Mas...” one sentence that came out of the mouth of Orange, when first opened the eyes. She saw her husband sitting next to her. Highlight his dewy eyes were staring at the immeasurable pain at that moment.

“I'm sorry, who has neglected to take care of you” One soft sentence that came out of the mouth of Dawn, he looked at his wife with regret. All the occupants of the room who were waiting for the orange consciousness, were silent for a moment. They are giving space to the young couple.

Instead of answering, Orange is more restful to shake his head slowly.

“Mas, why do my legs hurt so much for movement?” groaning when you want to shift the position of the foot.

“Don't move much baby, you're having a broken bone. Just relax this just while everything will be fine”

Dawn again looked at his wife, many times his burly hands gently stroked the head of the wife trying to provide comfort there.

“Aduh” groin Orange back. When his legs really can't be moved at all.

“Honey, are you thirsty or hungry? I'll get you a drink huh?”

Without giving an answer. Dawn quickly turned around to take a glass of water that was on his right. It delivers on the Orange, helping to minimize it with a plan.

Glek...

Half a glass of water came in soaking his dry throat. The orange remained silent for a moment. His eyes were undefined. He was empty on the wall in front of him. A moment later he shouted hysterically and hugged his stomach.

“My boy!”

“My boy!” he screamed loudly and cried.

Madam Nadin, Oma and Pak Angga who were sitting quietly on the sofa waiting room quickly got up from their seats. They approached the Orange simultaneously with a panicked call.

“Nak calm nak” Bu Nadin's voice slowly rubbed gently the daughter-in-law's arm.

“Jingga, istighfar son. Your son is fine” instructions from oma who says in a louder voice than Miss Nadin, so that Orange can listen to the explanation.

“What?”

“Calm down son, your son is fine. She still rests quietly in your womb”

Orange was still panicking, her face turned to the right and left in agitation.

“Honey calm down, all will be well” Dawn hugged his wife as if giving arm to his wife in his arms.

“Calm down, calm down, take a deep breath and then exhale. Try to feel its presence, hold your stomach gently. Put your palm on top there” Oma said then when you see Orange has begun to calm down a little in the dawn.

As for the man's Dawn, he led his wife to carry out all the instructions given by Omanya.

“Pull breath in son, greet my son in there. Feel his presence after this” Oma instructions back.

Seven

Five

One

Dengs....

“Mas, he moves, he's alive” said Jingga with a sparkling look on her face while still feeling one soft kick in her stomach.

“Which is dear, try me to feel” the hand of Dawn also entered into the clothes of the wife. He felt the belly of the orange that began to bulge and look for the movements that have been waiting for all this time.

“Honey, how come he does not want to berger again” Fajar moans, by showing a sad face.

“Times anyway?” The orange again touched his stomach and greeted the child.

Deng.one kick back he felt.

“There was. Maybe he was embarrassed if the same Mas Fajar” Orange laughed amusedly, so he did not realize that in the room there was still Oma, Madam Nadin who was standing next to them. The voice of Orange, making laughter all.

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“Excuse me to check the condition of Mrs Jingga” a Doctor and nurse entered the VVIP room.

“Please Do’ Dawn and shift his place of standing to give the Doctor access to check on his wife.

“How's Madam? Does it still hurt?” asked Dr. Dara with a smile.

The orange nodded his head slowly. Want to say if this doesn't hurt but it feels impossible. Because it really feels like it really hurts immeasurable. This is the first time that Orange has felt a fracture and must be treated in a hospital. It was also the first time he felt the taste of getting intravenous fluids in his hands.

“Patience yes Mistress. It's only a while away and it will definitely heal back”

“About how long Doc, I have to use the tool so” lyrics Orange on his left foot that must use a gift.

“About eight weeks, God willing if all goes according to the existing procedures, Madam's feet can already be healthy again”.

Instantly the look of an orange face, again felt moody. How not in less than eight weeks should be in a position and circumstances like this. Of course it's very uncomfortable. Especially with the situation now that is pregnant. The corner of his eyes dewed again. The melt was almost gone.

“I check the content yes Nyam” Doctor Ambar, gynaecologist Orange also followed in the room. Doctor Ambar was asked specifically by the Dirgantara family to treat and supervise Orange directly.

“Mistress Contact, fine. Fortunately, the mistress is in a strong condition. His fetus is healthy and still active” said Dr. Ambar when he put a tool in the stomach of Orange. Doctor Ambar can feel if the little creatures that are in there are dancing with agility.

“Good I think enough inspection today. I'll visit you later after Magrib. Better Madam Orange rest first and do not much to move. One more multiplication of healthy foods ya” Doctor Dara and Doctor Ambar message before they leave Orange and family there.

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Oma and Madam Nadin, still sitting next to Orange, the three women of other generations were involved in a female chat. Oma, as if giving advice to her grand daughter-in-law, while Madam Nadin was peeling citrus fruits in her arms.

Mr. Angga pulled Fajar's arm, he took him out of the room. The dawn that realized it quickly followed the instructions given by the Papa.

He was standing in the corner of the hallway with his hands shortened in his chest. His eyes stared straight at the light. There is no friendly face drawn, only a hint of disappointment.

“Fajar, how can you care for your wife that much?”