ORANGISH

CHAPTER 133

“Gendhis Mas, our son. Have you forgotten you have children now?”

“Child?” Dawn opened her eyes slowly, her hands still coiling in the belly of the Orange.

“Have it, leave it alone. There was a mother and a few other baby sisters. You just calm down, let's sleep again”.

“Mas, hih...” Shouted Orange with annoyance

“Have seen his father alone, as sweet as his son” Dawn pulled the hand of Orange and lay down on his side.

He rebelled to wake up but the power of Dawn was much greater than that. Inevitably Orange went back to sleep next to the husband.

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Time has shown at eight in the morning. The sunlight appeared on the surface. The heat began to sting. Gendhis who was in Bu Nadin's lap had finished sunbathing. The little baby is now bathing and scented. Madam Nadin wears a pink suit with a doll motif. Not to forget he also pinned small shoes that are very small. A little touch of color bandana in tune with the shirt, coiled around his head.

“Cicitku beautiful once this morning” praise Oma then. He stroked the natural blushing cheeks of Gendhis.

“Where is your mother? Are you still awake?” tanya Oma then when observing around still did not see the existence of Orange or Dawn.

“What Dawn does not work, this hour is not ready?” Oma stood with one hand on her back. His eyes were still scanning around looking for the appearance of the grandson.

“Sus, take a look, are they still asleep?”

“Anu Madam, Mr. Dawn and Non-orange, still asleep. The door to his room is still tightly closed. The curtain is also not yet open” replied Susi with doubt, she was afraid of giving wrong information.

“Gosh, really. This must be the work of Dawn who kept his wife from going down-down”

Oma was so angry at her granddaughter's behavior. He quickly stood towards the grandson's room with his super steps. A moment later he flailed the door of the room with his wand.

“Body wake up!” he shouted from the outside, for some reason Oma and Dawn were like cats and rats when they met. They will fight each other lightly, but far from the bottom of the heart love each other. This past few times Oma, was so happy when she saw her granddaughter suffering.

“Fajar!” again he hit the door of his grandson's room with a stick, to make the occupants of the room flutter and rush to open the door.

“Oma what the hell is screaming is still morning” Orange rise from his bed, he immediately ran to the bathroom to clean himself.

“Tuh see it's eight o'clock, you say it's still morning?”

“Mana Orange?” without excuse Oma just entered the room.

“Oma please” whining Orange, after getting out of the bathroom.

“Hem, I've guessed this must be your act, which has detained your wife not to come down immediately. Well for the sake of security, tomorrow July will sleep in Gendhis room with Oma. Until the age of Gendhis even forty days (after a cell)” said Oma, his eyes glared towards Dawn.

Huh

“Oma, where can it be like that. Rules from where to try? The husband and wife must sleep one bed and one room. For the harmony of the relationship. For the sake of cultivating mutual affection” snorted Dawn in annoyance. That morning he gave a talk to an older man.

"Even, it's just your wits'

“Javanese rules to avoid unwanted things before the time comes. Don't argue, Oma doesn't like to be denied!” The orange repeatedly stuck its tongue out toward Dawn. Fajar looked at his wife in frustration. He could not imagine how to spend the night, without the life roll that had accompanied his life for some time. Oma quickly took him out to meet Gendhis.

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It was morning. The birds chirp alternated, roaring filled the side of the hospital garden. He danced, showing the charm of his touching voice. However, the sound of the chirp was unable to make the heart hear him feel calm.

That morning, Ms. Lia and Mr. Angga were sitting in waiting chairs. They were leaning against the stainless long chair, their faces moody. His clothes were shabby with already messy hair. Sure enough, this old couple who was no longer young, had not slept since last night. They were standing in front of the ICU room waiting for news of the princess.

The hospital corridor was still quiet, there were only a few people who alternated waiting for their relatives who had been sick.

“Papa, you better go home first. Let Mama take care of Dahlia here”

“Mama, only the one who came home. Let me take care of him here. Go home rest first at home”

Ms. Lia shook her head slowly “No Pa, I'm here until Dahlia siuman” She looked at the princess through a small crack in the bedroom door. Last night, Dahlia did not open her eyes. Several breathing apparatus were installed on his body.

According to the doctor, he had an asthma attack. Since childhood Dahlia was indeed asthmatic, more than that, he was also allergic to cold. Dahlia cannot live under pressure. Nor is it allowed for many minds. If it happens then it can be ascertained if the asthma will easily recur.

“Doctor how is our child's condition?” asked Bu Lia, when she saw the Doctor who had just come out of the Dahlia room visit room.

“Dahlia suffered an asthma attack impromptu Mr Bu. His condition is currently unstable. It has inflammation and narrowing of the respiratory tract. His lungs were irritated, so his respiratory tract narrowed, the air entering the lungs became limited. This is a lot of triggers, it could be that he is too stressed or in a condition of a lot of pressure”

“For now Dahlia saturation is still below 70%, the condition is still far from stable. We will continue to monitor his progress” said the Doctor who just came out of the ICU room where Dahlia was treated.

Bu Lia was silent, but her eyes were speaking. He cried staring at the child who was lying weakly on the patient's bed.

“Tr thank you Doc, do whatever is best for our child”

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“See your son now. Do you still have to stay here?”

“Do something Pa? I don't want to lose Dahlia for the second time”

“Go Pa!”

“Go!” Ms. Lia yelled in frustration, not knowing what to do for her son. She could only blame the circumstances of demanding on her husband to do something. His hands clutched firmly the shirt of the husband who had been shabby, after last night did not change clothes.

“I said do something!”

Hermawan chose to leave his son and wife for a while. He walked around the hospital corridor. Along the way his brain did not stop thinking. Mr. Hermawan considers what is happening to Dahlia at this time is because of the Orange. For that woman must repay everything that happened to her child.

He sat quietly in one of the hospital parks next to the parking lot. Sitting pensively and still trying to think, what actions can be done to reply Orange.

Hermawan's eyes stared around for a moment. The greenness of a peaceful garden can not in the least disturb the recesses of his heart that has fog.

God fucking.

God fucking.

Only a row of swear words that he kept echoing at that time.

Huft...

Hermawan sat down, leaning his tired back on the back of the chair. It chooses to light a cigarette, inhale it deeply and long, exhaling slowly. He drilled the smoke through his face. It was a really bad morning.

“Do now!”