ORANGISH
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Ouch....
Orange grimaced when Oma's hand, accidentally nudged his right leg which was still wrapped in bandages. He was so strong as to hide the pain.
“Gosh, I'm sorry Oma son, Oma accidentally. This must hurt a lot huh. Ah, we shouldn't buy an orange dress model like this. We should buy a negligee just so it is easy to eat it” Desis Oma, who felt guilty when he saw the face of Orange was reddened to withstand the pain, because of the friction between Oma's hands that came into contact with his feet.
“No Madam Oma, it doesn't matter I like this dress very much. The color is very pretty, the model is simple I like it very”
“Actually Oma, prepare the game for the seven-monthly event of your pregnancy son, our initial plan is to use the kebaya with the internals. Like the traditional pakem at the windowpan event (adat java), but seeing your condition is still like this it is not possible if you have to use the array and its dangers. Therefore Oma chose this dress instead”
“No problem Oma, I love this dress” Orange smile and hug the pink dress on her lap.
“Two weeks away, your pregnancy will be seven months old. We plan to do a big thanksgiving. How are you ready?”
Orange was silent, he glanced at the glance of his legs which were still on the bandage.
“Not a problem, don't worry we will prepare everything”
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A week passed, since the arrival of Oma and Madam Nadin visited Orange. Present today the schedule of the examination of the orange. The doctor had just arrived at the Dawn residence. After returning from the hospital after the first treatment, Fajar never again brought Orange to the hospital even though it was just for his health control. He decided to bring a private doctor to his home.
Like the bias Doctor will come with several nurses who accompany, do not forget they bring a number of equipment that is used to perform the handling procedure. During that time also Dawn always faithfully accompanied the Orange until it was finished. He will clear all available schedules if the Orange examination time has arrived.
“The development is very bangus. Looks like Madam Orange can heal faster than expected. If the condition is stable like this continues for three more days Madam is allowed not to wear bandages and start to be able to practice walking”, said the Doctor, by cleaning some of the equipment that is beside her. He began to put one by one the equipment in his bag.
“About how much longer can my wife make a full recovery, and be able to walk as usual?” Ask Fajar by sitting closer to the Doctor who was on the edge of the orange bed.
“It all depends on the condition of Madam. If the development of the Madam can be stable like this continues, before long Madam Orange will be able to walk”
“Can I walk before giving birth?” ask the orange with doubt. Deep down, she wanted to feel like a pregnant woman in general. Can walk, exercise lightly especially can wear maternity clothes freely.
“Of course you can. Provided the Madam spirit to heal and multiply the consumption of calcium. I will prescribe some medicine for Nyonya”
“Then I'll excuse you. Let Mr. Madam”
Dawn only nodded briefly without moving from the side of her sitting bed. He let the waiter take the doctor to the ground floor of their house.
“Darling, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?”
Orange smiled at her husband. He began to shake his head slowly, For some reason after a few weeks in this condition Orange began to get used to all the flavors.
“Don't be sad, all you want will be fine, baby. You will quickly recover” Dawn gently stroked the head of Orange, then opened the head covering slowly.
“I know that you feel hot with this”
Orange, it has been accustomed to wearing a hijab since long ago, but somehow since her pregnancy grew bigger she often felt a sultry that was immeasurable. Although all corners of the Dawn house are equipped with air conditioning. But when the hijab hits his chin he will feel countless nausea.
With such an orange state. Dawn does not allow male servants to enter the main house without the permission of Orange first. Dawn gives the opportunity and lightness to the orange not to wear the hijab while inside the house. Just inside the house and no other men there.
“Mas, no office today?” asked Orange when she found the appearance of her husband who looked different. That morning Dawn only used a Navi t-shirt with subordinates traning shorts casually. The paria also did not wear a watch on her wrist.
“I don't think, I want to accompany my wife and future son today”
“But it's not a public holiday? Didn't Dawn have any other activities?”
“You doubt me dear?”
“Not, not like that. But Mas Fajar is the leader in the office, the time of yes a leader did not even enter in working hours” grumbled orange later.
“It is precisely because I am the chairman and owner of the company, so I can manage anytime I want to work and not. So be calm, my wife. Don't be afraid to be poor, even my property will not run out until our great-grandchildren later”
Dawn, hold his wife in silence. He inhaled long enough orange hair that was very fragrant. Despite being sick, the woman never misses her time to do body care. He will continue to do it for the sake of pampering the husband and as a form of a sense of pleasure in the creator, namely taking good care of the favors of the body given to him.
For a long time Dawn held his wife in silence. Enjoying every exposure to the wind that hit their bodies, until the sound of Orange disperse the daydream of Dawn “Mas, I can not breathe if like this continue” groaned on the sidelines of the deck given by Dawn.
“Sabar” said Orange with a soft word, there is a sense of guilt when unable to serve the husband to the maximum.
“No problem, I will sellau waiting for you, soon recover ya”
Cup.
Dawn kissed a glimpse of the corner of the lips of Orange.
Cup.
The orange gently replies to the kiss from the husband.
“For now, just get here. Don't bother me by asking another” to lead Dawn to his wife.
“Who asked!” Orange glared inadmissibly, although undeniably in the heart she was so long for moments with her husband.
“By the way, what's the news inside here”
Orange shook his head slowly, he himself did not know. It has been almost a month they have not done an examination to see the development of their child. During this Dawn, only focus on the health of the orange especially the recovery of his legs.
The hand of Dawn, began to stretch out the long negligee that used orange. He pulled up and showed the part of his stomach that had bent perfectly.
“Hah! Want to do?” asked Orange frantically when he got such treatment.
“You say hello to my son, want to do again try”
“Oh I think want it” replied Orange by rolling his eyeballs lazily.
“Tuh right, now so it looks who is the most...” Dawn does not continue its words. He prefers to smile and blink his eyes.
“Mas...” whine Orange with shame. His face was already flushed like a boiled crab.
Orange noiseless again, he gave Dawn who seemed to want to linger touching his son in there. He looked at his wife's distended stomach.
“God is so round pity” Dawn is still silent, he will be hypnotized by the scenery. This is one of the manifestations of the power of the creator that is visible before the eyes. His hands gently stroked the surface of the belly of the orange. Tracing every inch there.
“It turns out the bigger he is, the louder ya” Dawn said who was still amazed by what he saw.
“Mas think?” The orange rolled back its eyeballs lazily.
“I think the stomach of pregnant women will feel soft” Dawn looked up at the wife, hoping for an explanation there.
“If mushy is not the baby but fat” replied Orange, to make the man in front of him laugh amusedly.
Dawn is still in the same position. He was completely reluctant to move. His hands again stroked gently and occasionally gave a kiss on the navel of Orange.
Dungs....
One small kick landed on Dawn's face, as her lips touched the skin of her belly.
“Gosh my little baby is saying hello”
Dawn smiled amusedly, he again stroked gently the stomach of the wife, as if he was inviting the child to joke. Now Fajr, switch he kissed the right side of the belly of Orange.
Dungs....
One kick back is given to the baby right on the lips of Dawn. Again the man laughed amusedly at the behavior of the child.
“Ah, you are so funny. Not even being born can make me smile like this. So can't wait for you to be born” said Fajar cheerfully. It was as if he had found a new toy today.
“Mas, ah geli” whining Orange by closing back his stomach.
“Yeah when I still want to play around with him. Honey, tomorrow we call Doctor Ambar, yes, I can't wait to see him in person. I think the gender has also been formed, this will have entered the age of seven months” Jemari Fajar, began to calculate the pregnancy of his wife.
“Mas, talking about the age of the womb that stepped on seven months. What about Oma's plan to hold a seven-monthly thanksgiving? While my current state is still like this?”
