The Love Story of Son of Sultan
148. Buna reducer Baba

“Be quiet, this is Baba's business with Baba's son!” baba snapped at Amer and Ikun who were about to break up Baba.

“Ba.. be patient first, Kak Jingga is not completely like the one in the photo and the timelier, Kak Jingga is not what Baba thought!” amer said again with great courage. 

Amer knows very well the feeling of Orange. Orange was very sad, for what happened to him. The orange loses its dignity by being stripped naked by a man.

More than that if true rape occurs, the orange loses its self-esteem and precious treasures that have been the crown of his life. 

Not yet healed the wound, Orange still has to be accused, slandered and defamed.

A good name that not only one two people know, but the whole country. A good name that not only carries the name of Orange, but the name of the family, on behalf of students, on behalf of the youth organization that brought it on behalf of the activists of the social movement in the interior. 

Without anyone knowing the incident alone Orange has been depressed, plus if Orange must withstand bullian and makian.Jungan need support and support. The orange must be fragile and chaotic. Amer knows that.

Hearing Amer's words, the orange brain is also connected. Screwing off? The photo? The timeline? Does Baba know what happened to her? What photo? timeline what? Who spread it? Whereabouts? The killer doesn't know anything. 

“Braakkk... Prang!” 

Hearing the words of Amer, according to Baba, Amer began to fight, Baba even more angry and emotional.

The easiest thing Baba said so much that his anger was breaking all the stuff in front of him.

Baba wanted to hit Amer or Orange, but Baba's hand was powerless. Both Orange and Amer are the fruits of Baba and Buna's love that they have kept and raised for many years. 

The thump of each piece of the expensive and large vase that was broken with all his might by Baba further added to the rumbling of the heart that heard it.

Not only is Orange shaking, Amer or Ikun. Buna whose heart was crumpled dimly and so pained when her eyes found the picture of her baby was also shaking. 

For nearly 22 years of marriage, her husband has never been as angry as he is today. Buna knew how Baba felt, because Buna felt more than Baba felt. 

A mother and father are the main shield for her child. The feeling they receive if their children are hurt will be more often felt. The child Buna carried for 9 months with full of struggle and affection. 

The child whom they care for wholeheartedly and abundantly in love, should be a spectacle in a bad state. Their beloved son must be the bully of millions of people.

More than that, in the brains of Buna and Baba, her daughter's crown ends in a man who doesn't know her origin in an undue way. 

Buna's world felt shattered, like someone was tearing his heart apart so strongly. Buna was unable to withstand all of those flavors. 

“Hah... huh..!” Buna felt the breath so heavy, and her stomach felt cramping to hold the tension, Buna staggered, her seat foothold also shifted.

“Bunaaa!” pekik Amer and Ikun ran to hold Bunanya who almost fell to the floor. 

“Hiiiks... hikkss!” The orange with tears streaming down, his body trembling in the face of Baba's anger. The orange also hurts Buna and Oma. “Bunaa... Baba...!” lirih Orange with a tremble. 

Orange never thought, his actions had a great impact on both parents.

Baba turns to Ikun, who is trying to support Buna's body. Baba was in a fog, all her emotions were dim and lost in an extraordinary panic.  

“Buna.. Buna is fine, right Bun?” exclaim Amer worried. 

“Haaah... huh..“ Buna continued to hold her stomach and tried to regulate her breathing. Buna's eyes are also glassy. 

“Honey... You're fine, right? Tell me which one is sick, forgive me.” asked Baba immediately approached to Buna.

The three Buna heroes also brought Buna to lie comfortably on the sofa.

"I.e." call Baba very worried to see Buna close her eyes trying to catch her breath.

“Ba..!” lirih Buna then while enduring her pain. 

“Sweetie, where does it hurt? Tell me what to do?” baba asked as Baba held Buna's hand. 

Baba could at least see his wife was sick let alone pregnant. Baba does not want to because one child, sacrifice another child, let alone his wife why. 

Buna then opened her eyes looking at her husband expectantly.

“Don't be rude Ba..., sabaar! Yeah! Don't be rude.Be patient! Sabaaar! Huh!” lirih Buna tearfully coded Baba to lower her tension.

Apparently Buna was not strong to hear her husband wrath and see her baby crying in fear. Buna tried to strengthen her husband so as not to misstep and hurt her daughter. 

Baba nodded then hugged Buna. 

“We first listen to what Amer and Orange Ba say...!” buna again. 

“You okay? Does your stomach hurt? Is our baby okay?” ask Baba again. 

Buna nodded while wiping her tears.

"Buna is good. Don't worry!" buna replied again hiding her taste. As a mother who is the heart and core of a family. Buna must be strong. If all is messed up and lost control all will be destroyed. Buna must be able to control everything and set the situation to remain stable.

Whatever happens to them is a test. They must face it with courage and sincerity. Whatever it is must be faced.

Buna then turned to Orange who stood pecking with tears. Buna's tears escaped again, unable to hold the pain, her daughter was so chaotic.

“From, Son... sit next to Mommy!” call Buna gently spread her hand telling Jingga to sit down. 

With heavy steps and a lowered face, Jingga dragged her feet closer to Baba and Buna whom she feared.

“You too, come sit here!” buna said to her two children. 

Amer and Ikun immediately submitted obediently. The three of them then sat quietly coiled on the expensive sofa in Baba's palace.  

"Tell me what happened! Huhhhhh... Why is there this photo?" buna asked quietly and her tears still did not want to stop dripping.

If Buna had acted, all patug would have been silent. The atmosphere was silent, Amer waiting for Orange. While Jingga took her breath and asked to see Buna's phone.

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