ORANGISH

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Now all the group began to leave the hospital. Baby Gendhis fell asleep in his mother's arms. He stepped slowly. All the way to the car Fajar's eyes can not be separated from the view of his wife.

“Please dear. Fine there” said Fajar when opening the car door for his wife and child. He kissed a glimpse of Gendhis's forehead which led to the baby's cry.

“Tuh right do not disturb napa. Kasian kasian people again sleeping kok ya nak”

Cup.cup...

Orange cradles his child slowly, trying to give peace to the child.

“You dare disturb him!” oma's eyes, glaring sharply at Dawn.

“Jeez Oma, I am his father” groaned Fajar looking for a defense.

“And I'm his great-grandmother. I won't let anyone mess with my great-grandson! Go there!” Oma closed the car door hard. Again Dawn, had to return to his car in a doldrums.

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Aerospace Residence

Suprise....

The sound of car engines running side by side began to enter the yard of the house. Mrs Nadin, Mr. Angga and all the other servants are ready to wait for the presence of their family members. The servants specifically wore white clothes that collaborated with pink. They lined up from the entrance of the courtyard to arrive in front of the entrance of the living room. The whole waiter bowed politely as the car started passing them. While Pak Angga and Bu Nadin stood in front of the living room door.

“Welcome come beautiful daughter” said Ms. Nadin, when she saw Jingga started to get out of her car by holding a baby in her hand . He immediately rushed to his daughter-in-law to reach the tiny baby in the arms of the mother.

“God you are so beautiful nak” Praise Ms. Nadin when she saw the red baby wriggling in her arms.

“Bawa entered, this has surub (time before magrib) is not good baby is outside the house, later sawanen” said Oma by herding Bu Nadin and Jingga into the house.

Surprise

“May you be happy nak” Pak Angga see Orange and Dawn alternately.

“Maya Allah, I am thrilled to be in the midst of this family. Everything is very good on me” Like bias Orange will shed a little tears when treated special by the family of Dawn.

“Already, don't cry. Eat it you must be hungry. Consider it a small thanksgiving to welcome the arrival of Gendhis”

“Pa, help lead do’ it. Kasian the servants must have been hungry” orders Miss Nadin, he was reluctant to eat together. He was more interested in seeing his grandson.

“Fajar alone led do’anya. He is his father” explained Mr. Angga.

“But Papa is older, I think Papa is faster to lead do’a”

“No-no, you're all. Give a little welcome to them” Pak Angga pushed the body of Dawn to be in the middle of the circle of servants that night.

“Baik”

Berdo’a on start....

Praying finished.

“Let's enjoy all the dishes here. Eat as much as you guys, enjoy this evening with a relaxed” said Fajar as a closing.

That night at the Dirgantara family residence was organizing joy. They blend in with the servants and other workers in the house. Blending into one, treating them like a great guest to enjoy a small sash. A happy face that adorned that night.

The waiters are allowed to enjoy every dish without exception and without distinction from each other. Everything really melts into one like a family.

“So, eat a lot of kids, choose all the menus you like. You have to eat nutritious food, so Asimu flows profusely” said Bu Nadin when he saw Orange seemed confused to choose the menu in front of him.

“Have you eaten, let Gendhis Mama the fatong”

“Fajar watch your wife eat it. Make sure he eats in sufficient condition. Get fruit also for him” Bu Nadin orders then by glancing at Dawn who is engrossed in enjoying his own dishes.

The night is getting late, but the small-time tasyakuran event is reluctant to end. Dawn and Pak Angga also sat down with several other male servants. They were playing cards together. That night there was hardly a partition between the master and the servant, all celebrating happily.

“Mrs eat first. Let my gendhis the fatong” Fresh Susi the faithful servant of Orange.

“No, I'm not hungry. Let me just hold my grandson” too happy to make Miss Nadin reluctant to be away with her grandson. Mr. Angga who heard the answer quickly got up from his seat. He grabbed a plate of rice, filled it with some food available. Pak Angga sat in front of Madam Nadin feeding spoon by spoon to his wife.

“Pah, I feel young again. I feel like we're riding Dawn”

Pak Angga smiled, both of them dissolved in the memories of youth when they first had children.

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Hiks..hiks....

The sound of crying echoed throughout the living room which was dominated by white.

“Ampun Pah, forgive me. I was guilty of leaving without news and without saying goodbye

A woman's voice is sobbing. He held the Father's feet, hoping for forgiveness there. In a large room studded with chrisatal lamps he wept. Weeping over the destiny he had chosen before.

Quiescent.

The middle-aged man was silent a thousand languages, he was still standing with his sturdy legs unmoved, not looking at the look on the child's face at all.

“Mama...Mom...”

“Ma I'm sorry, I was wrong to humiliate our family. Ma forgive me” he said by shifting his seat. He was still in the same position squatting to move on the side of the mother's leg.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the ash-coloured sofa was just silent. He was confused what to do. Wanting to hug the princess embraced him in her arms. But he had no guts when he saw the man next to him.

“Ma forgive me” again the woman squabbled. He repeatedly kissed the feet of the mother as a form of regret for the actions he had done.

“You think with you apologizing everything will come back as usual?” a slightly quivering cold voice began to steal the other anesthesia.

The woman's cry broke again.