ORANGISH

CHAPTER 132

“Pa, forgive me. Do something to reclaim Dawn and its power Pa?”

“Pa don't be quiet and cold like this. I know Papa loves me very much. I know Papa won't let me live in distress like this”.

“Mama, Papa do something. Return everything that should be mine”

“I don't accept this. Papa, I'm your daughter, I'm your only child. Please Pa, do something for Dawn, come back to me”

Dahlia cried out. His chest rumbled in disbelief, for the fate written on him. He rejected all of that. It is inappropriate for a slave to be with his future husband. He was crying, sobbing until his breath felt heavy and stuck in the throat.

Dahlia was still in the same position, resting at the feet of Mr. Hermawan, many times the woman kissed the feet of the Papa hoping for pity on him. The longer the crying does not subside the more it becomes so but tends to weaken. Within seconds, he fell to the floor. Her chest feels tight. The oxygen in the living room felt exhausted with nothing left after learning about the news of Dawn and Orange. Slowly everything darkened, and the sobbing of the crying voice disappeared.

“Papa, look at your son!” shouted Bu Lia when she saw Dahlia's body fall to the floor, her head clashing against the coldness of the shiny marble floor that night.

“Dahlia!”

Mr. Hermawan's eyes widened, he was angry at his daughter, but his love was much greater than everything. Seeing the princess fall to the floor made him reflect to lift his son's body and move to the sofa.

“Pa Dahlia why? What the hell happened to him? Why does his breath feel so heavy and tend to be short?” Bu Lia asked when observing Dahlia's chest, which rose and fell with an irregular rhythm, even tend to sound like wheezing like asthma sufferers in general.

“You've hurt your own child? Satisfied already made her cry so she had to suffer like this!”

“Already Ma, do not talk much we should immediately bring Dahlia to the hospital. I don't want anything bad to happen to him” said Mr. Angga, a moment later he shouted calling the driver in his house to quickly prepare the car and bring it to the hospital.

Such as a parent, any anger, no matter how disappointed he will not bear to see his son suffer. Even if he is Hermawan, a figure who is known to be evil even tends (mental), but still he will be devastated when he sees the princess must fall ill like this. Especially because of what had just happened to his family.

Panicked.

The atmosphere of the house became panicked, the boisterous waiter back and forth prepared for Dahlia's departure to the hospital. They walked behind the main gate.

Not long ago, the car was ready as well as the driver. Mr. Hermawan and Ms. Lia quickly entered the car carrying the child in their arms.

Anxious, that's the picture that happened that night. It didn't take long, the speeding car left the yard. Some of the maids went straight back to their respective rooms considering that it was too late for hours to work.

“I think this is karma from God for the Hermawan family. Isn't it from the beginning that Orange is worthy to be with Mr. Fajar” said Bik Surti one of the oldest servants in the house. He has worked for over twenty-five years there. He talked to his old friend when he entered the house.

“You're right, someday if the truth is revealed they can what? Something that is not his property will gradually return to its owner. I feel sorry for the orange. He shouldn't have lived to suffer while living here”

“We are just a waiter, what can we do to help him. Silence is one way for us to survive and still be able to work” replied Surti, he also let out a long sigh. His mind recalls a memory decades ago when Jingga was a child, when the Bramantyo family ruled over everything.

“Already, it's too late. We better get some rest. Don't think of anything beyond our capacity” Pamit Surti then. The two servants quickly left the courtyard area. They simultaneously closed the main door of the living room and headed straight for their respective rooms.

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Dirgantara Residence.

Peace

Such is the aura that emanated in the residence of Mr. Angga's house.

Oek..oek....

Moreover, the sound of a special baby and so missed in the family, makes the residence increasingly open in their homes. Everything feels so perfect. God is being kind to their families.

Madam Nadin, Oma and several servants who were assigned specifically to look after Gendhis were already on guard in the nursery. They stood around a baby box that was quite large.

Oek..uk...

The sound of the baby's cry echoed filling his room prison. Her tiny body wriggled even before the dawn.

“Jeez why she's this beautiful. Not even a shower already looks beautiful” praise Bu Nadin, he took Genphis from his box carrying in his decapitation.

“Take ASIP for him” order Bu Nadin later, since Gendhis was in the hospital a few days ago, Jingga often pumped his acid. He wants to give exclusive breast milk to the baby even though it does not have to be directly, because of the distance and circumstances at that time.

“Where is Orange?” Tanya Oma then, when looking through the room Gendis did not see the trunk of his nose.

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“Mas, beware I want to wake” hoarse and calm sounds typical of people waking up out of the mouth of Orange. At that time she was sleeping with her husband. Dawn embraced the wife so possessively, he did not give the slightest gap for the wife to avoid or distance from her. Moreover, seeing two challenging orange mounds, increasingly makes him reluctant to take off his wife.

“Hmmm”

Dawn answered at a glance, her eyes still closed but her body was reluctant to be spaced. He put his face right in front of his wife. Making Orange must be confined and difficult to get from there.

“Mas wake. I want to see Gendhis” he said slowly.

“Hem” answers back.

Orange no longer spoke he preferred to get rid of the heavy arms of Dawn that coiled in his stomach. But when the hand of the Orange raised one arm of Dawn, it hugged more and more possessively.

“Duh Mas, don't gini dong I want to see Gendhis duti” Jingga began to be a little upset with her husband's behavior that morning.

“Gendhis? Who was Gendhis it” asked Dawn with a slight opening of his eyes, a few seconds later he again closed his eyes and hugged his wife.

“Astime”