Missing the Orange

18. Alan's Piles of Lies

Alan led Orange out of the room. They already look like a couple in general, even though their minds are still playing with their own thoughts and orientations.

"Come-ayo will be in the afternoon! " the voice of Eyang Putri was heard echoing, commanding from the top floor of the former room of Orange. Mr. Santoso was still seen carrying two suitcases belonging to Eyang and Ms. Sasmita.

"Why so early in the morning? " ask Alan a little surprised because he thought Eyang would return to the village rather unfortunate.

"Let's get home fast. Tomorrow Eyang wants to see our harvest! " said Eyang who went straight to the dining table. Sasmita, Alan and Orange followed.

"So, if you still feel pain, just tell your husband! Let's consult a doctor later!" eyang said to the orange that still stands.

"Yes Anyang! " orange said by arranging food on Alan's plate.

Alan only glanced at Orange who was also glancing at him, "Ngga, you are so different! When will I get that smile? " alain murmured inwardly as he imagined his wife's spoiled smile.

Alan and Orange ushered in the departure of the two women who became the most important part of both. When the civic car disappeared from the yard, Orange and Alan went back into the house, Alan's hand tried to reach the waist of small Orange, but still the woman was still trying to avoid.

"Sorry...! " orange said by releasing Alan's arm bandage on his waist.

"Why? What is wrong if a husband hugs his wife? " alans said with a sharp look at Orange to make his wife speechless.

"A-Are we really married? " ask Orange with a stammering tone.

"Aiiss... Do you still doubt all the statements of those closest to you, just because you don't remember me? " lattish Alan by scornfully slashing his face, making Orange feel guilty.

"Why aren't there any wedding photos in the room? " ask the orange who still does not believe.

"Well tomorrow we design our room again, I'll put up a lot of pictures of our wedding! " clearly Alan then stepped back in, today he will visit the construction of the hotel handled by the implementing team that was part of his recruitment.

"Mas Alan! When do I go to college again? " ask Orange by pursuing Alan's step which was already in the room.

"After Checking up to the doctor, we will decide when you will go to college again! " said Alan by inserting several folders into the backpack he will carry. His face turned towards the Orange standing beside him, while his hand was still packing all the items he needed, until it was perfectly finished.

"Can you get me my navy blue shirt! " let Alan say when he saw the orange that looked at him questioningly.

"All right! " answered Orange then stepped onto the walk in closet looking for a navy blue Alan shirt. Orange will hand the Shirt to Alan who turns out the big-nosed man has followed behind him.

"Mas Alan! " cried Orange was shocked, his body almost hit when it was about to turn.

"I'm almost too late, Ngga! " let's Alan who came back to reason. In fact, whether late or not, he himself has a company.

Alan only wore a shirt and jeans, today he is indeed more activity on the project. Architect as well as executor, the bule-faced man had long been used to working hard.

From earlier Orange was only behind Alan, even she only acted according to what her husband said. Not not thinking, but Orange is still trying hard to remember all the togetherness and habits with Alan.

"Gga, what's wrong with you? " alans said when he caught Orange holding his head that felt pulsating.

"I'm trying to remember, Mom! but, my head hurts instead. "creepy Orange.

"Don't be forced! Just go with what's available, I'll transfer information about us! " said Alan again stepped outside the room followed by Orange.

"Here, Ngga! " alans' word drew his wife closer. The man stretched out the back of his hand and it was greeted by an orange. But as he was about to advance his face to kiss his wife, Orange still avoided.

Cup...

Alan kissed his wife's forehead. Yes, he cheered in his heart, according to him this is a good start to get his Andinian Orange again.

"Be careful at home, if you need anything to ask Bi Murti or just call me! " said Alan then went outside to his motorbike which was parked in the yard.

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Orange woke up from her afternoon break. For a moment he sat on the sofa while scrolling his phone screen to see social media, still nothing interesting to him. Until finally, the idea arose to find a article on how to make cake.

Orange is still looking for ingredients that can be made cake, because there is only chocolate block, he finally decided to make brownies only.

"Mbak Orange, why not say if you want brouwnies! Aunty can make it for Mbak Jingga! " said Bi Murni, when he saw Orange look bothered in the kitchen.

"It's okay, Bi. Orang-jang just wants to have activities. " The orange answer made the fifty-year-old woman return to the building behind the house.

The black eye bead was still focused on the phone, while paying attention to the writing on the phone screen, Orange inserted some ingredients and started me mixer all the dough into one, his focus was still on the dough that started to whiten and expand even then, he had also melted the chocolate blocks that would be mixed into one. A burly hand stuck out suddenly, coiled in his stomach, just hit the mixer in the hand of Orange fell because it was stepped in shock.

"Mas Alan! " cropped orange, the little woman was stunned when Alan had already hugged her from behind.

"Don't do that again! Alan could have made me have heart disease!" Smashing at him with a glare towards Alan, his hand flicked that burly arm in the air as his chest was still pounding feeling shock from Alan's sudden presence.

Looking at the raging orange and nagging like that, made Alan even smile. The man who just came home from work looked at the happy woman with a straw face because it splashed the dough.

"The same old thing as before! " alain murmured inwardly, still revealing a smile on his thin lips.

"Why even smile? Look at the dough spilling onto the floor. " Orang slightly lowered his tone, though still upset.

"Let Bi Murti clean up!" alan then rang the bell near the door, calling Bi Murti to the main house.

"We don't eat brownies! " pitch the orange with pursed lips.

"We can buy! " answered Alan by pulling an orange hand down the water, cleaning it from the dough brownies.

"The problem is not buying it. I just wanted to do something. "heard Jingga keep protesting made Alan chuckle and wet his hands to clean the face of Orange from the splash of the Dough that is near his temples and cheeks.

"Shut up, Ngga!" alan said before rubbing some parts of the orange face. Their gazes clashed against each other, making a different beat in the heart of Orange.

" Duch, why is my chest pounding like this when I look into those silver eyes? " the orange murmur that is difficult to control the beating of his heart.

"Sorry what's wrong, Ma'am Jingga? " ask Bi Murti when he has not noticed the disaster in the kitchen.

"Bi please sort this out! " let's Alan who only nods at the middle-aged woman.

"Come on, we just deliver if we still want to eat brownies. " Alan then pulled up the arm of the orange carrying the woman to accompany him upstairs.

TB

leave the jejas yes gengs.. who have a point do not keep it. yuk thrown to 'Mind Orange'