The Love Story of Son of Sultan
218. What Paper Is That?"

Buna was immediately busy saving her daughter from looking stupid in front of her in-laws. As much as the position or social status of Besan Buna, Buna still teach Jingga respect, maintain attitude and keep disgrace.

Yes, the struggle and affection of the mother is indeed that big. Even the already married Jingga Buna still thought of everything.

The perpetrator was just embarrassed. While Adip could only sigh languidly. Yes whatever his wife's shortcomings, when he consciously uttered the jijak qobul, all the shortcomings of the orange should be accepted.

Adip also deftly want to go into saving thirst attacks and desire for nausea that befell his guests, especially Mr. Arman who is tired of driving.

"Come Brother, here you teach!" misik Adip nudged Orange.

"Yes..," replied Jingga as she obediently obeyed Adip. Anyway, after being a legitimate wife, there is no word not to reject the teachings of Adip.

When Adip and Orange entered, Mother seemed to come out carrying a snack. They also passed in front of the kitchen door. Adip and Orange stopped as well as Mother.

"This is for your in-laws. Mom's not cooking. Not making any reinforcements! Do you want to nginep? Cut chicken, huh? What duck? Rica-rica's mom, huh?" my mom is nervous. Mother wants to give a tray of fruits so that Adip presents it for his besanya and ask for Adip's opinion.

Adip smiled softly at Mom and rewinded his chant fixed on Mom.

Mother does not know that the arrival of her in-laws is not for ordinary people let alone eating. They want to be impromptu reporters and make the mother a source.

"Maak. Baba and Buna don't care, either. This is all enough!"

"What then? But you're nginep, right?" ask Mom disappointed and worried. Mother had imagined invite Orange to meet her friends. Mother is also very happy there is a very good and rich guest, Bak guest Agung.

"Insya Alloh Adip. Mother don't bother. It's getting out quick. Baba Sama Om Dika want to talk to Mom," said Adip told.

"Talk to Mom? Where are you guys going?" ask your mother to Adip and Orange.

"Pak Arman is a driver, less tea, still thirsty, want Adip to make coffee so seger. Just take Buna's white water will be pregnant again!" adip answered to cover his wife's disgrace.

Though the guests have not been drinking, the tea made in Orange all thrown Buna down the pot of plants. I hope your plants don't die.Hehe.

"Oh yayaya" replied Mom.

"Sana, let Mommy be familiar with besan!" adip said he wanted his mother to be haunted, because Mom looked nervous.

My mother came out. Adip and Orange enter the kitchen.

Orang as stalker Adip, there is no guilt that there is a sense of defeat and shame from the face of Orange. So that his lips are sweet and do not dare to look at Adip's eyes.

"Huuuft," Adip glanced at the anxious orange, wanting to get angry but also wanting to laugh. But anyway, the face of Orange is too dear to be scolded, because it is so beautiful and cute.

"Why can I take a micin anyway Yang?" tanya Adip to Orange while opening the Mother's spice cabinet is located in a small wooden cabinet below.

Place Bumbu Emak mini and simple, unlike in the house Baba tub in an expensive cafe, on a neatly arranged sparkling rack there is even the name of each content and the jar is beautiful.

"Yes, there is no name. Is the color just as shiny and soft white?" answer the orange defend yourself.

"Ck!" Adip chuckles annoyed, while opening sugar to make his guests coffee, Adip all teach Orange.

"Nih... tasting one-one! Watch one-one. Distinguish where is sugar? Where's micin where's salt!" say Adip to Orange removing not jars used candy wrappers. Even so, Adip still had time while concocting coffee.

"Yaa...," answered Jingga completely obediently, innocently tasting one-to-one all three spices.

"Udah!" jingle answered while wiping his tongue spit onto the cloth on his arm

"Where? Can bedain?" ask Adip.

"Hmmm," replied the embarrassed orange

"The taste is soft flattened darling, the sugar tends to be yellowish white, the rounder is harder and larger. Salt also differs slightly irregularly softer than sugar but does not sparkle like a flavoring!"

"Yes know!" answer Orange.

"Reviews wrong again. Take it ahead of there!" adip handed him a tray containing 3 cups of coffee and a pot of white water.

"Why did the orange bring it? Where's brother going? We're together!" ask Orange, because Adip was leaning against the table looking at Orange.

Adip smiled and whispered to the orange. "Against our battlefield!" whispered Adip with eyes glitter maskukinya.

"Hoh!" pekik Jingga was surprised the taste was almost oling but immediately fended off Adip. Even one of his coffee cups swayed, the water was already torn and splattered a little.

"You mean it? Watch out for nolak! Anyway it has to work! Tonight!" said Adip again with his naughty face that only he showed to a man.

"Ehm..," Jingga cleared her throat.

The orange suddenly creeped all over his body and swallowed his tongue. Adip can also catch the expression of the cute orange tekajar and make him increasingly impatient to meet the night.

"Dad!" answer the orange and shame. Adip smiled again.

"Then take it out. Kasian Mr. Arman!" adip again.

"No! From now on it's your room too!" adip pointed to the door in front of them.

Orange nodded and swallowed his saliva. While walking out Jingg glanced, paying attention to the walls of Adip's room.

The walls are bamboo, without ternit, the walls are also not full of roofs. Looking at the distance of bamboo saka tip and tip is not too wide about 2.5 meters only.

Orange so impatient to see in it, the orange brain directly traveling. If the walls are bamboo without ternit it means it is not soundproof like in a hotel or in Baba's house.

Hooh, Orange must shut up tightly during the fight in the room later means.

"Haisssh," hissing Orange expelled his dirty brain while walking out.

Adip smiled and walked in with his hands tucked into his pants pocket. Adip went into the room.

Actually Adip to the room is not just checking his childhood room that he always misses and has long lived.

Adip is busy and busy. Adip rarely goes home, sometimes once a month but often once every 3 months. Even so Adip routinely send money to Mother, even though Adip is still in college. Mother to be confused, notya Mother and father of Adip's college fees even Adip who send money.

"Hopefully still," murmured Adip opened his wood closet, and began combing in the pile of SD-SCHA diplomas.

Apparently Adip was about to find some data on his mother's legacy. Adip found it when Uwak was convicted of fighting with his cousin and locked up in a warehouse.

Adip finds a map containing several of Adip's father's death papers and hospital files where his mother is being treated. There's a lot of paper in that map. Abandoned and piled up goods in the warehouse.

"Alhamdulillah, meet!" muttered Adip patted his shabby paper map.

Adip swallowed his saliva and suddenly his eyes turned red. Actually the map was just Adip save for years without Adip know the contents or read. Because Adip just read a few sheets but was very afraid to continue.

The Adip read like a death letter and the management of the disbursement of his father's death money which number is not small. Adip did not dare to know any further felt he was still a child, not a priority and did not have the courage to ask.

"What did you actually get sick with?" gumam Adip opened a collection of several files of Adip's mother's hospital.

Her toothy sheet contained several hospital medicine notes. Letter of control and others. Adip was afraid to read it.

If Adip used to think he did not want to make the mass then to haunt him, make Adip sad and inferior. Adip chose not to know, to focus forward, to do the best he had in front of him and to forgive everything.

Adip thinks that the important thing is that his life is now and in the future happy, so as well as humans who are as useful as possible, spend his time doing good deeds.

But now it's different. Adip is mature and independent, Adip's future is bright sparkling, there is nothing Adip fears anymore.

The role of husband and leader, was already perched on his shoulder. Sooner or later Adip will become a father and make a new world.

To be able to compose and build that new world, Adip must finish the PR he left behind. Knowing himself.

"Positive... HIV?" gumam Adip spelled the writing on his hand. Adip's chest rumbled as thousands of soldiers attacked. There is pain.

The paper in Adip's hand fell off. Rows of letters that are especially on the scattered paper that reads that Adip's mother was infected with HIV.

"Glegs!" Adip breathed for a moment, as if the world had stopped.

"Is this why Uwak hates me so much? Why did you get HIV?" muttered Adip dumbstruck unconsciously his tears dripped.

"Will the orange receive me? But I routinely donate blood. I also did a medical check-up before work. Me healthy? Why are you so sick?" thousands of questions invade Adip's brain.

So the correct doctor on the island of P or Uwak Odah. It's just that Adip heard Adip's mother was exposed to infectious diseases not from her who was wrong. But Adip's mother, who was a nurse in a abandoned place, had met emergency patients without a complete PPE.

Adip was dumbfounded to shed his tears without knowing Orange was standing in front of him.

"Dragon...!" call the orange at the door.

Adip was shocked and immediately squeezed the paper. Orange has put his coffee and intends to call Adip. Mom and Om Dika need Adip to talk seriously.

"Ehm!" dehem Adip immediately wiped away his tears.

Orange was speechless and immediately approached trying to grab Adip's hand and ask for the paper.

"What paper is Bang? Orange look Bang!" pinta Orange suspected her husband was crying and immediately squeezed the paper from her mother's lab.

"Don't!"

*****

Hehe.

The previous episode was crisp. But really. Because the author rarely read stories of other people, the number of author ideas dr daily experience.

That's why pemes kali? Hahaha.

(My mamak was actually wrong to enter the cooking seasoning into the gelatin dough - to be counted agar2)