The Love Story of Son of Sultan
70. Baba Ardi's Plan.

The Gunawijaya Palace

Although it has passed the age of maturity, differences of opinion still always color the household life and make the atmosphere tense.

In that large room, despite being one bed, the husband and wife were silent to each other. They even turned their backs on each other. 

Once he found out his beloved daughter was not home, Baba Ardi was so angry. Only, his wife is pregnant, his two in-laws at home, Nila the beloved princess is also nearby. Baba Ardi couldn't take it out as usual. Baba Ardi had only kept his wife quiet for two days. 

Baba Ardi spends a lot of time in the office. Just go home at night and get tired of going to bed.

Baba Ardi is still Baba Ardi who dominates, although she seems silent and can not vent her anger, but Baba Ardi does not want to submit to the opinion of her in-laws. Baba Ardi planned something, now neatly arranged in his head without anyone to guess. 

Silenced by her beloved husband, Buna Alya was so crowded and tortured. As a wife who is solikhah and obedient, let alone enter the age of twilight. Husband's anger is a catastrophe. 

Actually Buna also memorized the nature of the man who always made him feel the most perfect creature, only this time, Baba Ardi was not easy to conquer as usual. 

“Maaas!” call Buna in her soft voice. 

Buna Alya shifted her body slowly, Buna facing her husband who was behind her. Buna Alya then spawned her lentic hand which she had spent years devoted to be the painstaking hand that takes care of her husband and children.

Last night, Buna Alya did the same thing, but Baba Ardi did not respond and pretended to sleep. 

Buna Alya did not give up, to seduce her husband. This afternoon, Buna Alya had followed Baba to meet her future friend, Buna Alya, hoping that her husband's emotions had diminished. Buna Alya hopes that tonight her husband will melt down and re-open communication with her.

20 Years more they lived together, Baba Ardi could not live more than 1 day. One day only, Buna Alya was angry Baba Ardi would be very crazy and confused, but this time it had been two days Baba Ardi silenced him.

Buna Alya believes her husband is also tormented withholding her anger, Buna Alya believes tonight will succeed in deciphering that anger into forgiveness in the name of love that creates warmth. 

Unfortunately, Baba Ardi had not answered and was still silent. 

“Maaas,” call Buna again tightened his arms, Buna no longer cares about his shame, let alone prestige, after all Buna has issued 6 Baba children. Buna drowned her face on the back of her husband's field which for 20 years had been her shelter. 

Baba still remained unmoved, Buna did not give up. Buna moved her hands down, moved gently and slowly down the belly of her husband who was a little more bulging than when Baba was young, although still relatively flat as well. 

Buna's hand also managed to grab something at the base there, which turned out he rebelled from the owner. Buna Alya smiled and won. 

“My husband is so stubborn? He hasn't slept!” inner Buna. 

“Please Dear!” whispered Buna into her husband's ears as her hands moved gently caressing the Mighty Swordsman who delivered Jingga and her sisters in this world. 

Buna's style is telling, the Swordsman responded, hardened, still remained dashing and the Elder too, Baba's hand immediately moved, grasping Buna's hand. Baba then opened her eyes and turned her body towards Buna who was attached to her back. 

Buna immediately revealed her magic-filled smile. A smile that has eternal beauty and is timeless by time and age. 

“Hmmmm!” 

“Sorry Lian, Maas! Pudahan dong angrynya!” buna said with a powerful voice. 

Baba Ardi is silent. His jawbone which began to grow white hair was still tight and firm. His slash was still emanating, Baba Ardi was looking at Buna with the same gaze, still filled with love. 

Without hesitation Buna Alya re-hugged her husband freely even though Baba Ardi did not say a word. For Buna he still responds means Baba Ardi is only still covered in prestige. 

“Remember, Mas, Alloh it according to the prejudice of His servant!” whispered Buna in while inhaling the soothing fragrance of her husband's sweat for her.

Buna looked up at her husband. Then Buna let out her hand stroking her husband's face.

“Baaa...dengerin Buna!” said Buna now her hands cupped Baba's cheeks to look at her. 

“Traveling Orange, it means protesting how much she wants to be recognized if she has become a mature woman. Look at Baba's gray hair that is starting to grow, we are no longer young, Ba. It feels like just yesterday Buna pushed and heard her crying, but look, Jingga already wants to be a doctor, Orange has the right to find her identity!” buna lirih. 

“What if there's something bad about our son Bun? What if there was a beast that was putting him in danger? What if our child is starving? What if our child is sick? How does he live there? What if he falls in love with the wrong person? And bag?” baba Ardi said that she has more womanhood. 

“Sssst!” Buna immediately moved her index finger to Baba Ardi's lips to stay still. 

“Can Buna say? Positive thingking! Prejudice and speech are prayers. Talk good. If Baba is worried, why whastap Orange does not reply just yesterday there is a signal? Baba heard Nak Rendi right?” ask Buna again. 

“Hhhhhh” Baba just sighed softly, listening to his wife's words, afraid of the truth of his wife, wanting to believe, but Baba's heart was so hard to agree.

For Baba Orange is like her precious treasure that she wants to hold.

Orange is like the color of the sky that is so beautiful and only takes a moment to be able to see Baba. Like the color orange in the morning which only exists at dawn. Colors that we can see at the expense of the warmth of the place of the contest. 

Like the color Orange in the afternoon, if we do not stop for a moment to take a moment to look, the color will fade blackened with the night.

Baba was afraid not to see it again, Baba wanted to continue to exist and stand enjoying the Orange before night captured it. Baba doesn't want to miss it for a second. 

“Rendi is clear, right? Jingga is placed in a village that groups all women, the most numerous villages with tourist attractions, villages that have Muslim complexes, villages that have easy access to the city. One month was not long Ba!” buna tried to convince her husband. Rendi has explained the safety of the Orange. Of course before all that Adip who worked on it.

“Buna said one month isn't long? Baba's like losing Son Bun, we can't reach him! Baba can't sleep quietly!” baba replied again now only regretted because when her emotional tension went down trying to reply to her daughter's message instead was not connected.

When yesterday Jingga called and said goodbye, Baba was emotional and angry to want to punish Jingga, Buna or other families forbidden communication. Now Baba really can't communicate. 

“Change Baba's mindset about bad thoughts, Ba! Imagine our daughter there laughing with her friends, understanding outside life, self-study and adulthood. Orange is useful for many people, dear to many people, so Ba, later one month is not strong! Insya Alloh Jingga back to us!” buna again. 

“No, Baba can't calm down, Baba has to send people after her!” 

“Ba...!” 

“Baba will also be moving their wedding date!” 

“Babaa!” 

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