ORANGISH

135

Dirgantara Residence.

Late at night, the moon at night has shown its charm. It shines brightly in the middle of the night sky. Orange waited for her husband with a huff. It's past ten o'clock but the man still hasn't shown his nose. Not before leaving he had promised if he would go home earlier than usual. Fajar said he could not be far from his wife and son.

A barrage of bad thoughts started raging in the head. Especially since this afternoon Fajar's cell phone can not be contacted at all. Orange, still awake even he took the time to get out of the house, seeing the conditions on the porch of his in-laws house. His fingers squeezed each other restlessly that night.

“Sleep son, maybe your husband is working a lot in the office. Later when I come home I will wake you” said Miss Nadin, who followed the orange on the terrace. He had just put Gendhis to sleep. The little baby was a little fussy today. She cried many times for no reason.

“I'm waiting for Dawn alone Ma”

“Come in, rest. Very cold night air is not good for health especially for mothers who have just given birth. You are still very vulnerable, kasian Gendhis later, if you are sick” Bu Nadin, choose to pat the shoulders of Orange, herding his daughter-in-law to enter the house.

As a son-in-law, he did not want to be disobeyed. Even though deep in his heart he still wanted to be outside. Waiting for the husband's return.

“Already, let's go in. In the past, Dawn also often returned home at midnight from the office. After the end of the month there are many projects that your husband must do” explained Bu Nadin to calm his daughter-in-law.

Orange according to him, he started to enter. According to Oma's request. Orang-orang slept in Gendhis's room. Oma really didn't allow them to sleep in one bed for quite some time.

Chequek.

Slowly enough orange, began to enter the child's room. Change her clothes with a more relaxed and loose-fitting nightgown. He began to clean himself up, applying several sets of skincare to his face. Sure enough, even though he already has children, a wife should still maintain her beauty and care for her body. Such is one sentence of Oma, which slalu Jingga held firm.

Slowly the orange, began to lay down his body on the bed next to Gendhis. Her hands are still busy playing mobile phones, occasionally she sends messages to her husband. Expect one of ten messages for the husband to be reciprocated. But until eleven o'clock, not a single message was returned. Jingga had tried to resist his sleepiness so as not to fall asleep to wait for the return of the husband. Unfortunately, his attempt failed. Due to exhaustion all day caring for Gendhis, Orange also fell asleep next to his little baby.

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Hospitals.

After returning from the office, Mr. Hermawan decided to go directly to the hospital. He wanted to make sure his daughter was okay. In addition, he also wanted to tell Bu Lia to rest. The woman hasn't been home from the hospital since last night.

Chequek.

The door sounds open. Mr. Hermawan came with a parcel in hand. He remembered that the princess liked toast with abundant melted cheese. He bought at one of the famous restaurants when he came home from the office. He also bought his son fresh flowers, hoping that Dahlia, aan feel peace with the white tulip flowers he carried.

“Ma...” said to Bu Lia, who was feeding Dahlia dinner at the time. Apparently the boy was conscious. At first glance, his condition also looks much better.

“Papa is home?” Ms. Lia replied, looking at some of the items her husband had brought.

“Hem” He put the toast and bungan on the table next to the patient's bed. A moment later he began to sit beside Dahlia. Dahlia's eyes looked at the Papa with a pleading look. A few seconds later, her tears fell back.

“Not crying anymore. Papa did not like to see the clear melt from your eyes” Mr. Hermawan came closer, he rubbed the clear liquid that slid down the cheeks of the child.

“Papa. I'm sorry” Dahlia's voice, vibrating she endured the pain in her chest.

“Already, everything has happened. Forgive Papa also did not try to find your whereabouts during this” the two hugged each other that night. Dahlia cried as she pleased, while Lia, she felt relieved. Eventually the tension in his family was gone.

Mr. Hermawan is the type of person who is bad at his business opponents, but for his family he is so dear. He will be willing to do anything, as long as the people he loves are happy. Including this morning. He launched a series of attacks on the company of Dawn, in order to obey all the orders of his wife.

Said Dahlia, on the sidelines of her cries that night.

“Please don't cry anymore. Papa can find you a much better and richer husband from Fajar” Pal Hermawan explained later.

Dahlia shook her head slowly.

“I don't want to. I only want with Dawn”

Since childhood Dahlia and Orange have been involved in competition, although the Orange never considered Dahlia a rival. But in some moments both are often found in situations that must win a thing. Whether it is in terms of beauty, class champion, prizes in the race, even sympathy from some friends at school first. Guess what, if Orange is the winner.

Dahlia will be the second person after the orange. Of course, he really did not like, especially his school friends first, often comparing them. Here is the soul mate. Again Dahlia had to lose with a scatter. Of course he doesn't accept all of this.

Mr. Hermawan was silent for a moment. He stared fixedly at the face of the child who whined like a child lost his candy.

“Pa, do something. Think, make Dawn and Dahlia unite. Make sure Orange again suffers as usual” added Bu Lia later. She whispered right in her husband's ear.

Hermawan cackled his head.

“Get well soon, let's work hard, to reclaim something that should be yours”

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Back To the Aerospace Residence.

Dawn glanced at the circular watch in her hand. Time shows at one in the morning. That means the day has changed. He began to enter his room, slowly opening the door. His eyes looked for the whereabouts of his wife. He put his briefcase on the bed just like that.

“Ah yes, surely she slept in the room of Gendhis” hiss later. Dawn immediately took off the shoes that were worn. Throwing with the origin of the suit attached to his body. Slowly he began to enter the child's room.

Chequek...

He saw two women he loved curled up in peace. The tiny baby was asleep with a delicate blanket protecting his body. Semenata Orange, the woman did not wear a blanket. He was just so that his sleep was not too sound.

Slowly Dawn also poured down beside his wife. He hugged slowly, so that the orange would not stay awake in his sleep.

“Hem, Dawn is home?” the orange eye slumped slowly, when it felt someone was beside it.

The man just nodded and smiled. The shirt he was wearing looked very shabby, like a feeling of exhaustion that meant a lot.

“You eat? Let me get it?” haggard orange, trying to sit down.

Dawn shook her head slowly.

“Sleep, it's early in the morning”