The Love Story of Son of Sultan
93. Wicked witch

Pensive orange alone in the bathroom with lantern lighting from kerosene. If in the palace Babanya Jingga stay choose what entertainment she wants, karaoke place there, a small family-only cinema there is even a mini bar room in the rooftop as well, without going out of the house.

Now Orange accompanied have no entertainment, chat friends do not have, mobile phones do not exist. The orange is only friends with the sound of night animals, and occasionally the howl of a coyote is heard.

The orange was silent with his noisy heart. It is still always ringing in the ear of Orange what the children say when the Orange becomes Adip's master. Enough to make Orange sick but also always tickle the determination of the heart of Orange. 

“Eh no Miss Bidadar” 

“He's not a bidadari,” 

“Huh!” 

“He's a wicked witch, my mother said!” 

“Why is that?” 

“My father was sick and came to him, but he kicked my father out, when he said he was a doctor's mother who could heal, my mother said he was evil, because my father had no money! City people like that!” 

“Oh yes?” 

“Iya! Just look! He has no friends because he's a wicked witch! He's only here for his own sake! He didn't come to help us like an angel, but he was like an evil witch who came looking for his own pleasure, so rich my mother!" yusuf.

The orange who had just uttered an amiin at the end of his prayer was immediately torn to his heart by the conversation of Adam and Joseph.

The presence of Adip who was in front of them did not defend the Orange. Although not defending or justifying the Orange, Orange hopes that Adip should teach the value of kindness to children so as not to get used to gossiping and correcting the assumption of children so as not to recognize the evil witch. 

Adip focused on his dhikr. Ah either, just imaging or real dhikr, for sure, Jingga is very sure that she also heard the conversations of children.

Why Adip is silent, or even that is what Adip wants to accuse to Orange. 

"Basic, he's no different than a kid?" the angry orange mind hopes to be greeted and defended but in fact ignored.

Unable to stand it, the orange immediately folded face up, put it in place and walked home.

Arriving at the official house, all children seem to actively make material that they will convey to their class children. The orange is not called at all, even when the orange says its greetings they only turn to the orange. 

“Hiks...” 

The orange shed tears, felt completely alone and cornered. Faya, Amora and Joana will always be friendly to the Orange of Orange origin their love of the tract.

Now all treat Orange is nothing, no one is reluctant to Orange, no one is pretentious good to Orange, all ignore Orange. No one cares whose child is in it and no one respects the orange, like his servants who always follow his wishes.

“How will they understand, in the world of health there is a code of ethics and authority, am I wrong I do something according to that rule? Why is everyone saying I'm evil?” inner Orange still did not understand and felt himself right.

Because he had no friends, eventually Orange chose to lay his body and sleep.

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In the morning, Orange prepares for school as the day before. Yuri, Nita, Siska and Prilly were still silent and spoke as necessary to the orange, no stale bosa-sins or laughter. Despite being claustrophobic, Jingga tried to hold all of that firmly and went along with being indifferent. 

Jingga also went to school to fulfill her agenda as a participant of the inspiration room, which gave space to instill the spirit of learning to reach goals for children in the rural village. 

Agenda Orange today in addition to teaching children about reading and writing is to fix personal hygiene or teach self-care to children. Orange intends to teach the procedure of brushing the teeth good and right. 

Orange is very excited to do that. Yesterday the children were so enthusiastic about the orange. Especially when Orange introduces itself if he is a medical student or prospective doctor, children are very eager to learn in order to become like Orange. 

“Dheg!” 

Orange gulped his saliva after arriving at the class where he had taught yesterday. 

“Do I belong? Am I in the wrong class?” inner Orange.

Orange looked around, the other classes of children were already crowded. Neither the permanent teacher nor the friends of Jingga had entered the class doing their activities, but not a student in the Jingga class showed his nose. 

“Hhhhh!” Orange sighed softly with a heart that felt uncomfortable. 

“Children may be on the way!” inner Orange. 

While waiting for the children come, Jingga flipped back sheet by sheet of teaching guide books from bu Siti. Orange read it to completion and did not feel it had 3 hours Orange sitting there. 

“Hoooooh!” The orange gulped its saliva bitterly, the orange breath so weak. The orange stared blankly at the open gaping wooden door. Not a single step of the foot of the orange saw, the sound of the welcome of the children was not there. 

“They didn't come!” inner Orange is very sick to realize that reality. 

The orange then closes the book and packs the stuff. Orange believes that day is indeed the children do not want to be taught orange. Surely they were all like Adam and Joseph, considering the orange the wicked witch of the city. 

“Why does it feel so heavy? Am I really bad? Did I just go back? Why does everyone hate me?” the Inner Orange walked without direction leaving the school. 

The orange set its foot aimlessly, just down the path he met. When meeting mothers who are processing the results of their cassava plantations, the mothers were silent did not reply to the nod of the head of Orange even though Orange was already smiling. 

The orange is getting sicker. The state of the orange there really makes it crowded. Already all the goods are missing orange, can not contact anyone, Orange also has no friends. 

Orange is free to move without anyone watching, but this turns out to be more painful when the orange really feels the loneliness of the tormenting. Even an orange was like being imprisoned in a world he did not understand. 

“Perhaps my bag is floating!” inner Orange thinks irrational. Orange then walked towards the river pier where yesterday almost died. 

As Orange walked to the river, Orange passed through the house of Joseph's father who yesterday wanted to go to Orange. 

“Thank you Son, Doctor, Thank you!” 

Orange vegetables heard a voice behind the wooden wall on the side of the road. 

“Pak Doctor?” muttered Orange thought, Orange then smiled in relief. Here there is another doctor that means he has done the right thing, not done anything outside his authority, because he does not have an STR. 

Orange was then curious and peeked out from behind the crack of the wooden floor of the Joseph house stage. 

“I am not Doctor Sir, I am veterinary, I am veterinarian!” answer the man who gave Joseph's father medicine. 

“Hoh!” Orange was dumbfounded to close his mouth knowing the fact Adip dared to give treatment to humans, he would not have the authority to do that. 

It sounds like Adip is providing counseling like a human doctor. After that Adip said goodbye, Orange then followed Adip from a distance, Adip changed to the house of the other patient, even Adip, dared to do the injection, whether the injection is what it is. 

“Wahhh, not really this? She's mall practice!” the Inner Orange mengatai Adip. 

Orange hands reflex reached into his pocket wanted to take pictures of Adip, but when the hand reached the pocket, the pocket was empty. 

“Oh yes, my phone will be lost and washed away!” batin Jingga.

Still where he peeked at Adip, Orange finally leaned on the pole of the grill house was helpless. His legs he's proffering feel like his bones are coming off. 

“What world is this? Is he a veterinarian? Why treat humans? You know what he is?” inner Orange daydreams and thinks about many things. “Can that human doctor be me? Inner Orange again lowered for a long time. 

After a few minutes of Orange looking down there, suddenly seen two septu tread in front of him stand on the ground. Eye Orange then down the shoe from the bottom up until right eye Orange stopped on the same eye-same watch him with a sharp gaze. 

“Hi grandma magic!” greet the owner of the shoe. 

“Ehm.. ehm..!” Orange then throats wrong behavior is very embarrassed to be found stalking. 

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Because we will help each other, may Kakar2 readers understand and agree.

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