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Likenesses

"Dad."

The voice of the princess broke the grief. Eki who is struggling with sadness must end it. He smiled at Melati who had just finished talking to her friend.

"Have you spoken?" Melati also nodded.

"Daddy take you to the hospital again."

Eki's treatment of jasmine is very different. He will always be there for Melati, while in Orange he always ignore. In fact, she let her first child grow up without any affection from her. He should have given the same affection as Melati.

Regrets always come later. Eki realizes his mistake when Jingga graduates High School. One of Jessi's best friends came to see her. Suddenly he landed a slap on Eki's cheek quite loudly.

"This is your son, right?" The woman showed Eki a photo with her face red.

"What kind of father are you? Let your son work like this!"

A very high tone of speech with a sharp emotion.

"Jessi died two years ago .. Don't you know? Are you just pretending you don't know?" bright friend Jessi with tears that have been dripping.

Instantly Eki fell silent, he had heard such rumors. But he doesn't believe it.

Jessi's best friend was a little angry at Eki's reaction. He took out another photo and gave it to Eki.

Eki's eyes widened, her body trembling as she looked at Jessi's lifeless face.

"I-ini-"

"That's siri lu's wife. The mother of the child who is now ART in the cave house" he stressed.

That's where Eki started to know everything. He really regretted what he did to his daughter. The child born from Jessi's womb.

"Lu high school, but your morals are not rich people who do not go to school," said Jessi's best friend with anger that is still exploding.

"This child has been living alone for two years. This child does not get love from anyone. Can you let this child live like a kara? Though he still has a father," growled his mother's friend Jingga.

At the time, Jingga was working in a stately house as a domestic assistant. Apparently, the house was the home of Jessi's late best friend.

Jessi's best friend is a good person. Seeing the orange was like a stranger to him. Slowly, he approached the Orange and asked about the life of the Orange. At first, Orange refused to tell who he was. However, slowly Orange told him everything and who his mother was. The orange employer was very surprised to hear the orange saying that the child in front of him was the son of his best friend.

She does not believe it, and ends up showing a photo of the late Jessi to the Orange. He nodded slowly with tears already falling.

"Yes, it's Mommy."

Jessi's mother's best friend was very sad. His heart ached and hurt. When asked about his father, Jingga just smiled with a sad face.

"My father is lost to the earth."

How not to be angry Jessi's friend heard the words Orange. He was desperate to meet Eki and did not hesitate to be rude to a loser man.

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When dusk comes, then the orange rises from the navel of the mother. He smelled the wooden headstone very deeply.

"I'll go home first, Bun. I promise, this month I'll change Mother's headstone."

Orange smiled towards the mother's navel. Let him be said to be crazy. He's just a little boy who doesn't know who to complain to.

His footsteps took him down the streets that had started to get crowded and jammed. The orange just walked slowly, like he was feeling every inch of pain his father had ever incised. A rough breath came out of his mouth.

In the past, he often felt jealous of his friends who were always escorted to school by their father. He also wanted to feel how happy he was delivered by his father. However, until Orange graduated from school even that desire never materialized.

A car suddenly pulled over right next to the orange that was walking on the shoulder of the road.

"Son."

"It's great that I was able to meet you" he said with such sincerity.

Eye contact Glassy orange. He looked at the woman.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" ask the woman.

Orange shook her head, then said very slowly, "can I hug mother's body?"

His voice was trembling, his tears were already flowing. Not waiting for long, the woman immediately hugged the orange body very tightly. Orange sobbed very softly.

"What's wrong with you, son?" The delicate hand of the woman gently rubbed the vibrating orange back.

"I miss my mother" he answered.

Surely the woman could not say anything when she heard the reason for Orange crying. He remembered his daughter-in-law who had also been abandoned by the mother.

The woman was very patient and motherly. After the cry of Jingga subsided, he took Jingga to a place, the park. It was almost night time, the garden lights were turned on.

"You're a strong boy."

The orange looking straight ahead turned to the woman. There was a warmth that the woman's eyes radiated.

"You are like my son-in-law, trying to pretend to be strong when his heart groans in pain" he said.

The woman's hand was clutching the orange hand tightly. Staring at him with a loving and affectionate look.

"Son, your shoulder is too weak to carry this alone. Stop pretending to be strong, you can also complain. You can cry" said the woman.

"I know your heart is not okay."

Not feeling that clear circle was dripping back in his eye pelupuk. The gentle words of the woman were very sincere. He felt warmth especially the same language as the mother. The warm strokes of her body made the Orange very comfortable, as if the woman knew what the Orange needed.

"Thank you, Mom. You've been very kind to me" said Jingga with great sincerity.

The woman just smiled. He wiped off the trace of the orange tear with a very fine hand.

"Since our first meeting, my heart seemed to click with you. You're a good kid, a strong kid and a different kid" he said.

"I feel like you look like my son and daughter-in-law" he said.

The woman's sincere smile was transmitted to the orange. The woman was able to fill the emptiness of her heart that had been almost six years.

"Sometimes, I will introduce you to my children and daughter-in-law" he added with a very beautiful smile.

The orange face changed when he heard what the woman said.

"Don't be a minder, son. They are not arrogant people who are concerned about caste. They are good kids. They must like you, "he said.

Orange sadness is slightly treated with the presence of angelic hearted women. A woman who gives love like a mother to herself who is in pain. Without the Orange to tell, as if he knew the Orange heartbreak.

"Don't feel alone. There's still me who cares."

Deg.

That sentence was the one Aska often said to her. The orange looked at the woman's face with long-sought. There is a slight resemblance to Aska.

"Is this mother Bang As's mother?"

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