The Love Story of Son of Sultan
143. Oma

“Huuft!” 

Orange immediately dropped the body on his soft mattress, he viewed one by one every ornament and decoration in his favorite room. Funny and expensive and interesting. Different many times with rooms on the island P.

For some reason, even though it used to be his favorite place, now it all feels bland, like a nuanced stranger. 

In the brain of Orange is now connected to Adip, the place where it is now the shoulders of Adip.

Orange already knows how warm and calm the grip of Adip's burly hands and the chest of Adip field into a place to lean. 

For Orange like whatever the important place there is Adip, that's where Orange is at home. The orange could feel its heartbeat spur healthy, feeling the flow of its spirit and soul alive. 

Even the orange no longer misses his friends like Amora and Faya.

Finding a life companion like Adip, Jingga feels as full as her life is fulfilled and complete.

“How about Baba getting angry? Yes Baba must be angry!” the Infernal Orange began to imagine its Baba.

The orange then hugs the doll-shaped bolster that is next to it. 

“Usaha first! Success or not is up to God, right? I have to tell Baba. I'm Adip's wife. Only Bang Adip I want, period!” inner Orange released itself from hugging the bolster. 

Orang-orang stood up, greeted the room again, the floor glittered and fragrant, the place indulged, lying down with warm water and the aroma of therapy, letting expensive soaps remove dirt and dead skin cells, and the, rejuvenates the skin that for two weeks is dry and arid due to natural changes. 

It is very different from the orange bath on the island of P. Walled trees without a top, let alone lying on the bathtub with fragrant soap, Orange bath should still wear wet clothes.

*****

“Cup... cup... cup.

On the balcony of the 3-story palace overlooking the beautiful flower garden, Buna Alya whose hair was still slightly wet and the smell of shampoo, stood still with a slightly open house dress.

Buna stood on the balcony welcoming the sun that began to show itself. The sun that warmly greets all creatures with its yellowish rays, making beautiful flowers look radiant vying to show their beauty.

Baba Ardi stood behind her, clutching her hands together, hugging Buna from behind, gently and warmly kissing Buna. The affection of Baba and Buna is never timid, age does not prevent them to always warm and love each other. 

“Thank you, you have been a great wife and a great mother to me and my children!” baba Sweet said, praising Buna. 

“Hemm... Orang-orang said what time is Ba? Don't come home?” tanya Buna looked up her head to hear her husband discussing children. Buna from the night still hasn't left the room.

If Baba runs out long and far away, Baba does ask for a longer time together, not a vacation out or picnic, enough in the room but should not be disturbed.

Their children are also taken care of by maids or older brothers. Although only in the room, because the room is spacious nice and a lot of decoration is enough to replace the holiday atmosphere. The value of the pluses in the house Buna still can monitor his children. 

“It should have arrived, maybe stop by for a drink or stop by for a break, let Baba trust Rendi!” answer Baba Ardi cuek.

“Buna wants to welcome them, Ba... we are out yuk!” take Buna to Baba out impatiently to meet her daughter.

“Shortly, Darling. If you come out and ignore me, I still miss you. Our kids are so good!” said Baba refused to want Buna out of the room quickly.

If the problem is Iya and Iyu, as long as there is Nila, Buna is calm, but Buna misses her eldest child who is very spoiled and stubborn. 

“Buna kangen Orange, Ba...! Come out yuk!” take Buna again. 

“Awhile, again yes... later in the day Baba will be busy, likely tomorrow will be busy again!” baba replied, asking Buna to go back up to her branch. 

“Ba... Last night, Baba is old!” tegur Buna felt his strength was not as great as before, let alone his family just began to enter a comfortable period. 

Baba did not care, said Buna instead raised his little wife and took her back to the room.

**** 

The beautiful orange and re-perfumed sitting in the middle garden facing the pool gathered with his younger siblings.

The orange sweat came out, with his finger moving freely tapping the glass table. 

The chatty Blue and Green who play water with Amer and Ikun does not bother him, even Nila who repeatedly offers breakfast he does not mind.

Orange is preparing a series of words to tell Babanya, Orange is married, although forced and only follow the custom, but Orange wants the marriage to continue real. 

Amer really wants to wash his hands and will only tell after the story of Orange. If Baba's emotions are good then Amer is advancing. If Baba is angry, Amer wants to take a safe position, Amer is as bad as it is. 

“Ck...!” decak Orange is upset. “Did I tap Buna's room?” inner Orange again.

“Also darling..” 

There was a soft and weak voice from within, and the orange turned to the source of the voice.

An old woman with perfectly whitened hair brushed a warm smile onto the Orange. The one who came down to welcome Orange first was Oma Rita, not Buna and Baba.

“Omaaa..!” yelling Orange woke up and immediately hugged her dear Oma. 

“Goodoo Oma is home!” oma memnciumi orange forehead. “You hitaman, spotty too!” ceplos Oma spontaneous. 

“Oma ih... but it's pretty right?” answer Orange smile.

“Oma's grandson will always be beautiful!” answer Oma again. 

“Let me that push Mbak!” jinga wants to take over the sisters. 

“Good, Non!” answer sister Oma. 

“Oma Orange want a story!” orange to Oma. 

“Come! Oma also wants to hear all your exciting experiences!” answer Oma. 

“But Orange wants to chat with Oma, we go to the middle room only yes... if outside will be disturbed Iyu same!” tata Jingga seduce Oma. 

“OK!” oma Rita smiled. 

For Oma Rita, Jingga is indeed his beloved grandson, Jingga the first child of Baba and Buna who is very much looking forward to first.

Before the late Opa Aryo died, Oma and Opa dominated to care for Orange rather than Baba and Buna.

All want Orange Oma follow, that's why in the near future Buna pregnant again and the nature of Orange far from Buna. 

Baba and Buna used to be made good with Oma because their children were brought by Oma more often. 

Now Oma and Orange are in the middle room both. 

“Oma...!” call Orange. 

“Hem..”.

“Until you can't join Baba's word for marriage to Baba's chosen man!” jangga started. 

“Why, Honey? Because you don't love?” tanya Oma guessed, Orange like Baba used to be, pretentious refused to be betrothed in fact even already take the start first with the same person. 

Orange shakes. 

“Listen Oma!” oma knew again. "If you are a mate, love will come because you are used to it. Oma has met Nak Rendi, he's a good man. Oma is sure that you will be happy and love each other someday. Babamu. Baba used to be fooled by Bunamu, in fact now her son wants seven!" oma lang.

Orange only sighed because it was a story that had been very memorized.

"Until you're married to someone else, Oma!" ceplos was anxious and could not wait to tell.

At that instant Oma Rita glared and disbelieved.

"Until the love of others Oma. On the island of P yesterday we got married. Orange love him, Orange does not want to marry Mr. Rendi!" say Orange again.

Orange really hopes Omanya understands.

But Oma Orange was speechless and held his chest.

"Orang.." Oma said her breath began to tight and Orange panicked.

"Oma... oma is fine, right?"tanya Jingga frantically approached and knelt down to Oma who was sitting limp and her breathing was heavy.

"Take the Oma drug!" lirih Oma.

Orange ran frantically looking for a cure, unfortunately there was none, and then cried out for help to other family members to help Oma.