Missing the Orange

01. Forced Home

Still in the same style, the cool man with a high body stature was open his sunglasses that had been perched on his nose pointed, when getting off the motor.

Alando Mahesa Putra is an architect who is quite reliable and ambitious for every target that has been listed in his life. But not with his love. Since the match that Mahesa's family agreed with the family of Cokrohadinoto was intertwined, Alan chose not to foster feelings of love for any woman including with Jingga Andini, the woman he had long been betrothed to.

The hard-boiled man still holds a backpack on his left shoulder and carries several sheets of wide paper rolled when entering a minimalist house designed with a very slick design.

"Simple... " Alan's burly arms filled with thin hair opened the door to his room.

The man's steps are now fixed on the sofa located next to the bed. With a massage of the base of his nose, he sat down and leaned his head on the sofa. His mind was now burdened with a call home from the Princess Eyeang to pick up Orange. To pick up means to marry the woman he was betrothed to when they were little. A very senseless match. But, that's the truth.

"Damn... Why do they never understand? This is no longer the time of Siti Nurbaya. Anyway, why don't they think about it again, if we are adrift by a long enough age. Nine years, it would only make me feel like parenting a teenage boy. A tomboyish and very annoying daughter." His head was so dizzy thinking of a reason to dodge and end the match. All this time, Alan had tried to avoid the match by continuing his studies in Austria precisely in the city of Vienna. But Indonesia remains like a magnet for him, so he must return to this country.

At this time, the agreement with Eyang Rumana could no longer be denied. This time, he had to keep the agreement he had made with his Eyeang. At that time, he may continue his ideals to become an architect, as long as Alan remains back and will receive an arranged marriage with a girl who became the successor of the family Cokrohadinoto. I don't know what special about the girl, until the Princess Eyang is crazy about the girl named Orange Andini.

"Drt. drt... " Alan grabbed her bag to grab the phone she slipped in her backpack pocket.

"Assalamualaikum Eyang. "he said when the call with the name 'Eyang Galakku' was plastered on the screen.

"Greetings, when are you ready, Lan? Go home as soon as possible before this Eyeangmu dies. "said the old voice from across.

"Yes Eyang, Alan's project in Bali has just been completed. This is Alan just getting home. Tomorrow Alan will go home to Eyang's house "Alan replied in a lazy tone.

"okay... Wait for yourself to keep your promise! " press Eyang Rumana on Alan.

"Well, Assalamualaikum." replied Alan who then just put his phone on the sofa.

The tired-looking man then went to the bathroom to refresh his body under the running water from the shower.

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Orange, a grown-up girl, she grew from a tomboyish little girl now transformed into a beautiful woman with white skin and long hair that gives the impression of a little feminine.

The little lipped girl was still near a cliff where she always saw the sun that was about to set. In a moment, maybe he will miss this atmosphere because Mas Alan will take him to the city after their wedding.

"Mas Alan, it's been almost ten years that I've been waiting for you. In fact, I've never seen you that long. What are you like now? Are you going to reject me after you find out I am now? " orange murmur in the heart. There was a sense of anxiety that swallowed his heart when he thought about the matchmaking that was done when he was nine years old, while Alan was just graduating high school before continuing his studies in Austria. The girl then gazed back at the orange color hanging on the western horizon before leaving the place.

With a very hasty long-haired girl tied up pedal pedal pedal pedal furiously, his mother always scolded Orange because he always spent time in the twilight near the cliff. For Ms. Sasmita, the taboo for a girl is still wandering in the twilight. But the recalcitrant Orange always let his mother grumble every time he came home in the evening.

"Mothers.. Orange home! " say Orange when entering the old house made of teak board.

"You're a girl, it's almost evening and you just got home. Pamali, No! " sasmita said by stirring hot tea in a cup.

"You're getting married soon, you should start preparing to be a good wife." explains Ms. Sasmita approaching her son who was sitting at the dinner table.

"Mom, what if Mas Alan does not want to marry with Orange? What if Alan already had a girlfriend? " say Orange slowly. His gaze glared at the teacup his mother had just placed in front of him.

"Where is it possible, she will reject a girl as beautiful as a mother's child? " sasmita answered with a smile towards her daughter.

"You're going to college there. Eyang Rumana has explained everything to Mom. Don't worry about Alan, no one can dodge the charm of your daughter. " Sasmita's mom raised her son. Orange smiled back at the woman who was actually a burden on his mind. Who will her mother live with? If he goes with Alan to town.

"Don't worry about the mother, there is still Mbok Nah who will stay with Mother." explained Sasmita who can already read the anxiety of Orange will himself. After the departure of his father and Eyang Hadi, his grandfather Jingga, Sasmita and Jingga were expelled from the large family of Cokrohadinoto.

But it doesn't matter for Sasmita and Orange. Living in the countryside makes it much calmer. Father Jingga, has several acres of land that is unknown to anyone but his wife. They live on farms and ranches in the mountains.

"Here you take a shower! " get rid of Sasmita make Orange go to his room. Instead of taking a bath, the girl instead pecked herself in the mirror imagining that she met Alan.

His smile developed imagining the figure of Alan now. Perhaps he would be much more handsome and remain a quiet Alan. Imagining her future husband, making Orange smile for herself in front of the mirror, it feels like she can't wait to meet her future husband.

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It had been almost four hours Alan drove his jeep to the house of the Eyang Rumana in the mountains. The road is quite steep and uphill makes it more careful with the road terrain in the mountains.

His mind was still agitated by his match. She married a girl she never saw again. How ...? Has he changed? Or still the same, remains a tomboyish girl with her puffed cheeks. Imagining a small orange made Alan shake his head because he felt amused.

"Chiiit..... " Alan suddenly braked his car.

"Bruuughhh" a girl fell off her bike as the road swooped down making her crash into a car that was walking uphill.

"Aduhhhh.. heart heart dong if you get in the car! " cry Orange by holding his feet with slightly flaky skin.

Alan got out of the car and approached the long-haired girl who was still in the street.

"You're the one who fussed. I know you want to turn around just like that. "sneedy Alan who just stood near Orange.

"Let's get up...! " alans said by re-establishing a tail belonging to Orange.

Trudgingly the girl stood up to take back her bike with a grumble, "Why did you please my old age instead of me. " Although it sounded soft, but it was still heard by the man who had the eagle's gaze.

"What's? " ask Alan by pointing his ear toward the orange.

"No....! " cry the orange with his bike back.

The man shook his head and boarded his car, it felt like he wanted to hurry up to the Eyang Rumana house and get some rest.

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