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Chapters. 163
Orange squeezed his clothes part of his chest was so sad if he had to go back to remember some of the most beautiful memories in their lives.
Mas Abdil Pramudya insha Allah I have been sincere, because I believe you there are not calm if I behave as if always protracted in sadness. Though I'm sure I really don't like it if I behave like this.
Astaughfirullahaladzim forgive me well Allah, I was wrong. Mas Abdil may we still be reunited in Jannahnya Allah SWT.
One by one his favorite things from the gift of Abdil that almost every month he got special from a man who was so sincere in love with him.
He was stunned in his cry, he sobbed until a hiccup was heard from his tiny lips Orange Aurora.
What was done by Jingga was accidentally seen directly by her mother Bu Aliyah. He stood behind the doorway, watching and listening to what his eldest daughter was doing.
O Allah give the best soul mate for my daughter in this world, Nak Abdil is very good, gentle and caring men even love my son very much, but they are not at all matchmakers.
But I wish that Thunder was better than Abdil's son, for I always pray to you that Orange will live with a man who truly loves and loves him with a whole heart and soul.
I also pray to You, O God, that Orange may repay the kindness of his love for Thunder Son.
Alia immediately left her daughter's room, as she suddenly grimaced in pain while holding her suddenly dizzy head.
Astauhfirullah aladzim why is my head, like dizzy and this house circling well? Aliah shrieked while kneading her temple.
Aliyah immediately went down the stairs by walking very slowly while holding on to the handle of the stairs made of iron.
Orange grabbed a fairly large box wrapped in purple gift wrapping. The new orange remembered when he saw the last object located at the bottom of his closet.
This is the last gift given by mas Abdil before he died. It's been a long time, but I haven't touched a single bit if there's a big secret behind it.
Orange looks like a person who is in a hurry, because there is something hunting him so he looks with the movement of his hands agile while continuing to open the gift.
Until he saw there was a small box containing a really beautiful watch with the inscription name Orange contained in the inside of the watch.
Masha Allah is beautiful this watch is very beautiful and compatible I wear.
Orange immediately put the clock to his right wrist Orange. He was so happy to get the last gift from his dead girlfriend.
A blue diary was opened by an orange sitting on the ceramic floor of his room. The orange opens the diary piece by piece.
Orange also reads every letter, sentence word to every paragraph contained on the white paper.
His teary eyes that come back will cry. Her tears dripped back soaked her glowing cheeks that her tears looked like a clear sparkle of jewels. Hemm..the author is too hyperbole apparently not bullied.
His lips trembled violently, his nose was reddened and his eyelids were swollen for so long already weeping in his sorrow, his grief and his longing that would not be brimmed.
O Allah why bang Abdil his heart is so noble, even in the rest of his age which has been at the end of his last breath, he gave his cornea to others.
Jingga had just been about to read the lowest writing on the paper, but the cry of someone from the bottom floor stopped her from wanting to read the entirety of the message from the late Abdil Pramudya.
"Aghh!!" He shouted someone who had fallen downwards.
The orange still holds his diary which is still a lot of writing that has not been read by him.
"Astaughfirullahaladzim what's going on, who's yelling hysterically like?" Orange spread its gaze around the place.
Until the scream of a man was able to make the orange immediately rise from his sitting position. He walked quickly towards the door of his room, while throwing into any direction his diary Abdil Pramudya who happened to be in his grasp.
"No!! Lady Aliyah!" Shouted aunt Minah who saw her master who had been rolled from the second step of the stairs from the bottom until his head hit the ladder.
Brakes…
Jingga immediately accelerated her steps until she slammed the door of her room again with full force so worried about who the person who had fallen.
"O Allah may it not be Dusk, if it is not pity for the future twins," his great-grandson Orange whose steps are accelerated.
After reaching the front of the stairs, Jingga saw her mother lying weakly helpless on the floor while aunt Minah did not know what to do. Seemed like a confused and absentminded person when he saw his master fall unconscious.
His eyes widened to see the condition of his mother who had fainted, he immediately went down the stairs with great care fearing that he also fared the same as his mother.
"Mama Aliah!" His screams are orange with a voice that is quite shrill to be able to be heard clearly into his room Dusk and Kabir who happens to be not tightly closed.
The twilight that had just opened its eyes unintentionally heard his cry Orange his twin sister.
"Abang Kabir! Isn't that the voice of an orange?" He asked Dusk who immediately threw away the blanket that had covered part of his body.
"What happened to Mama?" Ask Jingga who had panicked fear and worried about her mother's condition.
"A-nu i-tu saw the Big Lady fall from the stairs like this" he replied bi Minah stammered.
"Where's papa? We must immediately move the mother into the room, Bi Minah please contact Doctor Talita to immediately come check on her condition as soon as possible!" His command was an orange looking around him.
Kabir who had just come out of the bathroom immediately walked towards his wife who was only wearing a towel wrapped around her waist.
"Darling what happened to you! Remember you're pregnant with our child, don't get up in a hurry like this too!" The Kabir Kasyafani.
"I heard the sound of Mama and my husband's orange brother screaming!" He said Dusk with a little raise the volume of his voice.
"If we go downstairs together, but I have to get dressed first, you can wait for me, right?" Ask Kabir who has been scrolling towards the dressing room.