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Andhira

"Andhira!"

Suddenly, the orange heard the sound. His heart stopped beating when he saw the person in front of him. The one he really didn't want to meet in his life.

The man's eyes were already glazed to look at the orange.

"My children."

The man's hand was about to touch the orange. However, he took a step back away from the man.

"I'm sorry, you're wrong."

The man gasped at the words of the young woman before him. The orange just passed by without saying goodbye. The face full of anger was clearly visible. His steps are also wide.

"I'm your father, son," the man softened in a very weak tone.

The orange continued to walk without looking at it for a bit. Bian, who was waiting for him, left. He continued to move his feet without any direction. His heart had already rumbled withstanding the furious rage.

"Why is he still alive? And why should I meet him?" erang Orange in the heart.

"God ... Why are you being unfair to me? Why did you take my mother first? Why didn't you just take that man's life?" protest to God, but only in the heart.

The wounds inflicted by the man are still impregnated until now. It hurts to see his face.

"Never call me dad. You are not the son of my son. You're just a bastard!"

Orange stopped his steps, his tears just dripped when he remembered the words. At that moment, the father was in the house and heard the words of his grandmother. However, the man did not at all defend the Orange. Not a step closer to the orange. In fact, Jingga just wants to feel the warm embrace of the father because he already has no place to complain.

The pain of Orange is increasing when there are girls his age to pull the man's hand. A warm smile was etched on his face. Without any rejection he complied with the request of the daughter with a loving look.

It is true that his mother said that his father was happy with his family. So, there is no need for the orange to fight. Not fighting, but begging for love.

At that moment, Jingga brushed away her tears and promised herself that she would be an orphan from then on. He lives alone and must be independent. No more tears were shed for his father. It is inappropriate for such a man to be grieved. It is worth hating.

The orange rush wiped away her tears. He continued his steps back with an immeasurable pain, like the sutures of a dry wound being torn back. Too painful.

Orange chose not to return to the cafe. He had asked Ken and Juno for permission for not feeling well. In fact, now Orange is beside the mother's navel. He's sitting cross-legged there. He ignored the hot sun.

"Mother ... Why should I meet her?" It's hard for an orange to say father.

"He's Bun, who he says is my father," continued Jingga.

Seventeen years old, she lives with her mother. I love the pain they both went through. Without a man in their life, it does not make them weak. Moreover, his mother, he can be a father as well as a mother for Orange.

"My father is dead, Mother."

The orange is deep. The clear thread now wet his face back. He sobbed, his back shaking violently. The man had already deeply hurt the feelings of a child who only wanted the affection of a father.

"I only have Mother. I'm Mother's son."

All the orange pain closed tightly, slowly opening. It hurts more than many times.

It recircles a bitter memory when Orange first sees his father in one of the hospitals. He was waiting for his friend to deliver food to his sick mother. The orange ran with an immeasurable sense of happiness. His hands hugged the body of the man who was wearing a white coat, his great coat.

"Dad."

The man was surprised when the orange hand was already coiled in his stomach.

"Did the doctor have two children?" ask one of the nurses who was walking with him.

The man who works as a doctor is forced to remove the hands of Orange. Slightly pushed the body of the orange back away from him.

"This child is disturbed. Always calling the man in front of him father."

Orange is not a stupid child. He understood what the man meant. His lips were a little too. Smiling bitter.

"Yes, sorry. My soul is disturbed" he said. The orange passed with deep disappointment.

That was the first time that Orange felt disappointed. Considered his psychic distracted by his own father. Isn't that too painful for a child under fifteen. The boy who was curious about his father. A proud child when he found out his father was a famous doctor. However, everything must be lost. When the mouth of the man he was about to be proud of turned out to be heartless.

"I'm not looking for Dad anymore, Bun. My father is not a good man. Forgive me who did not listen to Mother's words, "inner Orange.

The incident was never told to his mother. He was alone because it was his fault. The mother had already remembered, but the orange was still stubborn. His curiosity was so great, that he was reckless. However, he instead heard a sentence that was painful and not easy to forget.

No one asked to be born. No child is born by a woman. All children are born holy. Only, his parents were wrong. Serious sins forbidden by religion.

There are no parents who are disobedient to their children, but many parents who dzolim to

her child. That's the story of the orange with the father.

Orange still feels at home next to the mother's navel which there is only a wooden tombstone that has been weathered. There is no cost to beautify the tomb.

"Bun, can't I not acknowledge him as my father? Just like he didn't recognize me as his son."

From the sentence that Orange said felt a deep pain that is still a dull orange. There was a grudge that he had buried deeply, now wanting to be avenged.

Orange breathed a rough sigh. He hugged his mother's wooden headstone.

"Why didn't he die first? Why did Mother have to leave me alone?" The orange sound vibrated back.

That sadness is still there to this day. Being abandoned by a loved one must have hurt her a lot. It's not easy for Orange to get through this. Moreover, he had to survive on his own in this notoriously cruel City. At sixteen years old.

"Why is he calling my name now? Why didn't you admit me? Why, Mother?"

There are too many questions going around the head about the father. He could not figure out why the man had appeared when he was used to living alone. Why is it that when he needs support and affection, the man is not there. Even with his new family. Naturally, if Orange holds a very big grudge.

"Andhira, he called my last name, Bun," said Jingga in a soft tone.

"I hope he loses his memory soon. Forget what he said just now because I really hate him, Bun," said Jingga.

"He's not a real man, he's just a loser who takes responsibility for granted."

Orange vented all her sadness and anger beside her mother's belly button. There was no place for her to complain anymore, other than coming to the unkempt grave of her mother. Tell a long story alone like an insane person.

"I'm not his son. Doctor Eki Mandala is not my father" he said

The pain and sadness that he was alone caused an orange like this. The man who used to be Orange chasing to ask for affection even moved away and said something painful. However, when the Orange has buried everything and made peace with reality. The man came again and called himself a father. Isn't that so funny?

The man who hit the body of Orange still feels at home in the fast food restaurant. He wanted to hug his daughter. He misses the child he has abandoned. A child who does not get any love from him.

"I'm sorry, Andhira. Allow me to make amends for Dad."

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