The Love Story of Son of Sultan
8. Arguing

In the living room of the Gunawijaya family mansion, his pregnant husband and wife were sitting on his expensive sofa. Buna Alya seemed to be sitting limply with an infusion hose in hand. Buna Alya chose to be treated at home, after all Buna is a doctor and her daughter is also a doctor student.

Their two twin sons fell asleep on a carpet near them. While Baba Ardi looked riled up holding his phone. Orange's phone has been tapped by his GPS by Baba Ardi, so Baba Ardi knows that his favorite daughter skipped home and lied to him. 

Baba Ardi fires his beard when the orange signal was off and Orange can not be contacted, especially until this hour also has not returned home.

Baba Ardi's possessive and paranoid nature relapses, let alone his daughter Orange whom he considers a child, to the old Bunanya still remains the same. 

“This can not be left Dear, Orange has started to disobey. Baba must act immediately!” baba Ardi said to Buna with a huff.

Buna Alya who was accompanied by an infusion to supply her strength that was hyperemesis sighed patiently. Husband and son are just as natural and just as hard to understand. 

“Mas, Dengerin Lian, Mas it's over-treating Orange so, kasian Orange! What is it that Mas act?” buna Alya advised her husband. 

Hearing the word excessive Baba Ardi is not self-correction but does not accept. 

“Kok exaggerated Darling? How excessive?” baba Ardi did not accept.

“Mas, our child is grown and mature, latian believes the same Orange. Surely Jingga is fine Mas, after all he has replied. Yes, wait for him to come home, we'll ask him carefully!" buna said again to calm her husband, but Baba Ardi remained unsettled.

"No, I'm disappointed in Orange, Orange is already against Babanya now!"

"Maas, Orange has the right to define his own life. He was also recently late. Maybe Orange is really necessary, please do not be too restrictive. Listen to him first, then we decide he's wrong or right. I did not like Mama Rita's arrangement. Mas now not only set up the Orange, but Mas has interfered with the Orange, curbed it and seized its cause, yes Orange protest! This is not good for Baba and Jingga”

“Darling, Mas only tried his best for Orange, our child is beautiful, the current society is terrible. I don't want to go orange why or the wrong way! Baba just wants to take care of him and protect him is Baba's duty as his father!” baba Jingga was right. 

“Mas... how to keep Orange is not like that, with Mas forbid Orange to do many things, put the bodyguard always watching him, it clearly robs him, it is natural that Orange protests and fights!” buna again wanted to wake her husband up.

“Haish..., why don't you understand too?” gerutu Baba even emotions to his wife. 

“Propa who never understood and want to hear Buna!” buna replied also along with emotions and gesh with her husband's behavior. 

The two of them then kept quiet, holding each other's roaring breaths, maintaining each other's opinions, still just as feeling right with his principles.

While Blue and Green seem cool suckling and holding the hape each play the game no matter Baba and Buna they are feuding.

Buna Alya wants to look after her daughter with trust, take her heart and let her son realize his own guarding of her and open up to his parents. When her daughter is open to her, Buna Alya can take care of her daughter only through messages.

Buna Alya believes that if her daughter is well educated and directed to her mind in order to have a strong principle of life, without her parents struggling to be her security guard, Orange will be safe. The orange will be on the right path. 

Unlike Baba Ardi, her brain travels everywhere. Ardi realizes his daughter inherited his dissident nature. Wearing his hijab just doesn't want to.

Ardi who long lived abroad, met many people from his business friends, memorized once the face of the metropolitan, even many friends, behind his wife bergonta change bedmate. Baba Ardi was so afraid, that Orange was deceived by such a man. 

Orange also inherited the face and body of Baba Ardi, very beautiful and proportionate, even compared to Nila sister who their fellow women have different faces. Nila is not as conspicuous as Orange, Nila is just sweet, cute and small, like her Bunanya.  

As a father and a man, Baba Ardi realized that her daughter had a lot of plus, men who saw her could be enchanted with the high and contained orange body. Orange also wears a lot of modern clothes like his friends, although always corrected first by Babanya. 

Baba Ardi treated the Orange as his own which he cared for. Baba Ardi was very afraid if there was a man who dared to touch his daughter let alone hurt and damage her. 

After staying quiet for a few minutes, Buna Alya opened her voice again. 

“Both, if Kak Jingga reaches home, do not immediately anger her Ba, let Buna who asked and love understanding to Kak Jinngga,” said Buna Alya again.

“No! Baba must give him a lesson he has dared to fight Baba, told to go home take care of his younger siblings even fooled the driver and left without permission!” baba Ardi replied that she would not listen to Buna's advice.

“Maaas!” pekik Buna.

“Maaas!!” pekik Buna Alya again tried to make her husband immediately realize his mistake.

“Why do you always defend him? I don't want to regret Honey, if Orange why-why how? He lied to me wrongly as his father. Mas must punish him!” 

“Lian also knows Mas, Orange is wrong. But how to make him realize his mistake is not punishment. Orange is an adult, there he can run away! We need to talk from heart to heart!” 

“Mas will soon match Orange with the right person so that someone takes care of him and he can obey!” ceplos Baba Ardi frustrated to take out his grandfathers.

Hearing his daughter who according to Buna Alya is young and needs fun, Buna Alya immediately glared and his emotions rose to the crown. 

“Stupid Mas?” 

“Iya!” answer Baba Ardi steady.

“No! Lian does not agree!” buna Alya replied no less firmly.

“Lhoh why?” 

“Mas... don't be a parent who dzolim same child Mas!” 

“Kok dzolim anyway Which? Try the best for our child's life!” 

“Nggak Mas, the age of Orange is still twenty years, it's still less than 1 month away, he is still the time of the process from adolescence to adulthood, immature. It's not time to get married yet, let alone get married! We never even know how our child feels, whether he has a girlfriend or not? What memories? You can't do this!” Buna Alya also opposes her husband's opinion firmly. 

“Mas not sure Orange can find the right guy!” 

“Astaghfirulloh Mas, Orange is entitled to determine his own life, he himself will go, please Mas do not go too far! Let Orange determine the direction of his own life!” 

“Mas will also let Orange choose itself, but who is Baba who will specify” 

“It's the same Mas!  Lian disagreed. If Mas maksa, Lian was also angry. Lian's going to mom's house just bring the kids. If this is how Bab treats children, Buna doesn't like it!” buna Alya finally pulled out his gun.

Even though it is old, if you fight and argue, it turns out that the parents of Orange also still use the style of threatening. 

“Lhoh how is that? Sin you out of the house without my permission, let alone to the house of Om Nando” replied Baba Ardi.

Baba Ardi does not want to be ashamed of her in-laws and stepbrothers if caught old is still urinating. 

“Ya Mas is also wrong, do not bridle Orange, Orange is still in college do not be betrothed, love trust to Orange, let Buna overcome this!” buna said again still muddled with his opinion. 

Husband and wife are still fighting and arguing, but usually they are always romntis.

“That's Brother Orange!” blue Chirps, although Green and Blue are silent, they both understand their parents are debating their brother. 

Baba Ardi and Buna Alya then turned their heads in the direction that Blue pointed to. Behind them stood her daughter, carrying a paper bag for Faya while shedding her tears. Orang-ga heard Baba and Bunanya's debate about her to be betrothed. 

Orange immediately ran to his room without greeting the baba and bunanya as usual. Baba and Buna Alya looked at each other. 

“Let Buna handle, Baba stay here!” buna Alya said with a threatening look.

“But Buna bring infusion on hand!” 

“Not a problem, Buna Doctor!” buna Alya was angry.