ORANGISH

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A month has passed. Take the time to arrange a cell for the baby Gendhis. Oma and Madam Nadin plan to invite people around their house along with their closest relatives. Remembering the first time when the birth of Gendhis was not celebrated, only a small greeting in accordance with the request of Orange.

Now that the baby has grown healthy, even his weight has also reached three kilos, more than that, Doctor Ambar said that if the function of the body of Gendhis is functioning as it should be. Of course this makes the whole family happy.

Norangga no longer refused to throw a party, considering that Gendhis was the first grandson in the family

Aerospace. His presence was also so awaited long ago. Even when Dawn was not married. Madam Nadin was expecting a grandchild from her son. Not without reason because Dawn has no brothers. Madam Nadin felt lonely spending her old age.

The event in the title is quite lively, exceeding the event window seven months of her pregnancy. In this event also in

hold an aqiqah for baby Gendhis, as an expression of gratitude for the birth of their child.

“Darling you get ready first there. Let Gendhis be with me” said Fajar, he took over Gendhis from his wife's arms.

“Papa's son is beautiful anyway. Who the hell wants the Papa? Must be a handsome man, so you can be beautiful like this?” praise Fajar to his son. He grabbed the small body of Gendhis wrapped in a white dress. The baby was wearing a lacy hat on his head. Not to forget a pair of small shoes attached to his feet. Baby Gendhis looks like royal princesses in England.

Orange chuckled amusedly at the words of her husband. “Mana can? the baby can be beautiful because it inherits the natural beauty that is in his mother” elak Orange later.

“Where are there?, look everything in our baby all looks like me. His nose, his lips, his hair are the same. Even the quits are also the same”

“Where is the mas?, that's his skin and hair like mine. Kayak me!” two young parents are seizing the child's genetic predisposition.

“Udah-already do not be noisy, you get ready first there Orange. Oma has called the best MUA in Surabaya for you. And you Dawn take your son to his room rest him first, let later the event time not fuss” Oma orders later to break their debate.

An hour passed, and the orange was ready. She wears a white dress like her son. The pasmina veil is beautifully wrapped around her head. Not to forget a little touch of brooch placed on the chest as a sweetener appearance. She uses natural make up, the appearance of Orange is really graceful, her maternal aura emanated perfectly at that time.

Dawn stood in the doorway, she was shorthanded in her chest looking closely at the face of the wife who was still sitting at the dresser. Some of the Mua and the servants who served in the room of Lekas Jingga asked permission to come out when they realized Dawn had come and gave him the code with a blink of an eye.

Dawn began to move forward eroding the distance to the wife. They looked at each other behind the reflection of the glass in front of him.

“Mas” greeted Orange slowly, as if he had forgotten the debate that had just happened between them earlier.

“Beautiful and perfect” replied Dawn, he wrapped his hand on the wife's pudak, immediately then gave a sweet kiss on her head.

“I'm ashamed mas, my body is fat once huh? Said Orange, he slightly pursed his lips insecure with his shady body shape resembling a whale according to him.

“No dear, you are still beautiful just like you used to”

“But fat”

“No dear, it's just a little sturdy. But trust me you are much more beautiful like this. Looks fresher and much more stunning” Dawn cupped both cheeks his wife gave her deathly gaze there. Slowly it further erodes the distance, close and really very close. Even the breath of both of them can feel each.

Chequek.

“Until your son cries” Bu Nadin came to bring Gendhis in his arms. He shook his head when he saw the behavior of the child and his daughter-in-law.

“Mama, why have to enter now sih” said Fajar lazily.

“Nih your child is crying, it looks like he is thirsty just waking up” Bu Nadin handed Gendhis to Orange and opted out of his son's room.

“Hah I even forgot, if you are now not only mine but belong to this baby also” grumbled Dawn, her hand gently caressed her child's cheeks which began to contain.

“Haus yes son? Here and here let Papa help to finish the original” of Dawn tease when he saw his daughter drinking from the source very greedily.

“Ya Allah really persih nak equally father if this” grumbled Dawn later. While the orange glared

giving a reaction to the husband who speaks originally in front of the baby.

“It is precisely because it does not understand that we have to provide a good intake of words for our child” bright orange later, his fingers are busy stroking his child's feet gently.

All invitations have crowded the Dirgantara residence yard area. They are in the front yard, in the living room and also on the side of the garden adjacent to the pool. Orange and Dawn began to fall simultaneously. Fajar took his wife, helping Jingga to climb the steps of the stairs in the house, where Gendhis was asleep in an orange sling. All eyes were on their presence. This was the picture for anyone who saw the three of them.

Some of the invitations, who still had close ties, quickly came to see Gendhis. The little baby who was still asleep was able to distract the invitation.

“Beautiful once” praise most of the invitations that come.

“Thank you” replied Orange, he smiled as if there were any invited guests who came, although in his mind he did not know them much.

Oma, Pak Angga and Bu Nadin also joined in greeting the invitees present. Most of the guests who came were colleagues of Mr. Angga, except for the Hermawan family. She was with Ms. Lia and

Dahlia was also there.

“Please your heart, behave accordingly. Do it slowly” whispered Bu Lia to his son when he found

dahlia's face turned sullen at the presence of Orange in the midst of the invited guests.

“What happened Ma? Have I gone this far away from the world?until I don't know much has changed?” grouse Dahlia half bit her lips. He really felt very bodh had taken a wrong step. Especially if you remember the offer some time ago that was not answered by Fajar.

“Do something Dahlia, you can try to approach Dawn back”

“But he's married Ma” replied Dahlia lazily.

“Ya throw away his wife, so be bothered. But only udak what is difficult sih”

Dahlia stepped confidently to meet Dawn. Dawn was on the side of the pool. It's

talk to some of the invitations. Dahlia stepped up very gracefully grasping the glass of strawberry juice in her hand.

“Hay Mr. Fajar” said later, he slightly stuck his hand on the shoulder of Dawn. Dawn glanced at Dahlia's actions.

“Oh sorry, I'm used to saying hello to my coworkers like this. This is just part of the familiarity course” replied, before Dawn questioned. Understandably the man only glanced at a glance.

“Master how are you? Oh I think we speak in my language and you just yeah, so impressed more familiar. We are still the same age as”

Dawn still silent not react, he prefers to look for the whereabouts of his wife.

“How about the cooperation offer I offered some time ago? Would you like to cooperate with my company?” Dahlia changed her position. He began to approach Dawn.

Fajar felt that this was an event for his son, he should not talk to a woman himself.

“I'm sorry, you should talk about work do not here” said Fajar politely, he did not want to make a mess in the middle of his son's thanksgiving.

“Oh so? So where do you want to talk?” Dahlia smiled, she misinterpreted the softness of Dawn's speech. Understandably, the man usually speaks quite ironically and seems stiff.

“I don't want to discuss work in my family's event” Dawn later, when realized that Dahlia's position is getting closer and closer. He chose to leave the woman and join the other brothers.

Dahlia clucked in annoyance, again having to accept Dawn's refusal. He turned around looking for an impingement place

his anger. His eyes seemed to be looking for a victim that night.

“Well, coincidentally once again his own” hisses inwardly, Dahlia began to walk closer’i her target.

“Hay, nice to see you again”