Missing the Orange

21. Drama Romance

In the car they were still silent. Alan occasionally glanced at the woman next to him with an annoyed look. Many things he had wanted to ask, but still he could bear to give pause to Orange from the events that had shaken him emotionally.

Several times Alan sighed heavily, until the Jeep car turned into the yard of the house with several palm trees lined up to welcome. Open the car door and accompany orange steps directly into the room.

Both are now near the sofa that is near the window of the room.

"Sit down! " let's say Alan ordered Orange to sit on the sofa. The man still held back from being annoyed that there was still a lot of office work that he had to leave behind.

"Why can't your phone be called? " alain asked with an intimidating look made Orange look down with her guilt.

"The batteries are low, Mas!" lirih Orange voice seemed choked because he saw the sharp gaze of Alan. Just this time he saw Alan that angry.

"If you know the phone is off, at least you have the initiative to go home faster! Not intentionally too late! Where are your friends? Why aren't they with you? " Alan's voice was heard rising, There was an outpouring of emotions inserted in it.

"No one wants to go home late on purpose! I'm just stuck in the toilet! " deny Orange is no less emotional when he heard the screams of Alan. Her heart seemed to be pinched, as her husband blurted out a sentence with a high tone.

"You're a habit of refuting! Where's your manners, Orange Andini?" His emotions became more and more when he heard the orange that still denied him.

Not wanting her cry to break out because of Alan's anger, the orange chose silence. The woman who pursed her lips with teary eyes stomped her feet to enter the bathroom.

"Shiiiittt." said Alan by raising his fist in the air. Emotions, they make him unable to control himself. He shouldn't have to talk to such a rough Orange and not blame it maximal, he just couldn't stand the chaotic state of Orange plus the unresolved office work.

Alan's on his way to the kitchen, he's gonna make some hot chocolate for the orange. He thinks the orange needs something that will relax.

While carrying the hot chocolate, Alan went into the room. His gaze swept across the room space but his wife was still in the bathroom. Alan placed a glass of hot chocolate on the nightstand, then left the room unbeknownst to Orange.

Orange came out of the bathroom, her eyes were wide but she did not meet the figure of her husband. The pajama-wearing woman exited the room to look for Alan, but still did not find Alan.

With anxiety, Orange climbed the stairs looking for Alan on the second floor, again all empty no one was there.

"Why did Alan leave me? Was that my fault until Mas Alan left me?" Monologue orange. This time he could not hold back his tears. Her crying broke out on the balcony in front of her former room.

Almost half an hour she cried, in the lyrics the clock on the wall of the room, it turned out to have been ten in the night but her husband had not yet returned home, and it made her heart even more agitated.

His eyes can not be separated from the road in front of the house, he hopes Alan quickly home. It looks like a Honda Jazz stopped right on the road in front of the house, and alan came out of it.

This time Jingga blinked her eyes, staring intently as a woman in a pencil skirt and body-fitting shirt got out of the car and chased Alan into the yard.

Her tears just slid when she saw Alan coming home ushered in by a beautiful woman. There is a sense of goiter who wants to be blown up instantly when she sees her husband is so familiar with his officemate. Yes, Jingga remembered she was the woman who had come to the house.

With a hasty step down the stairs, he did not even have time to see Alan who had just opened the front door. His eyes continued to water even though he had rubbed them several times. Alan was stunned when he saw the orange running towards the room in tears.

"Is he still mad because I've been snapping at him?" alan murmured inwardly.with Alan's long strides following the Orange inward.

"Orang...! " call him when he sees the orange coming into the bathroom.

There was no response from the orange, only the sound of splashing water from the shower. Alan chose to sit on the sofa by opening the map he had just taken from the office.

He waited for her for half an hour, but there was no sign of her coming out of the bathroom.

"Didn't he take a shower? " Alan was monologuing with his own thoughts.

"Orang...! " call Alan impatiently waiting for Orange to come out.

"Nga ..Orange, answer! Or I'll break the door! " alans shouted by knocking on the bathroom door several times.

Exactly ten minutes from his warning but Jingga did not also answer, forced Alan to break down the bathroom door.

"Orang...! " squealing Alan when he saw his wife sitting under the water shower.

Alan leaned over, lifting the wet body of the orange that had been sitting on the floor. The anxious-looking man was sitting an orange in the bathroom toilet. His hand now grabbed a towel hanging to dry his wife's wet hair, while the orange still sobbed with his cry.

"You why? " tanya Alan instead made the roar of crying Orange increasingly heard echoing.

Alan stripped off his orange-wearing wet pajamas, "glek.." the man swallowed his saliva as he saw his wife's smooth white skin clearly exposed before his eyes. The small body that contains enough it raises the desire of his man who had long been quiet. His burly hand grabbed his shirt still hanging from the hanger, then put it on his wife's smooth body.

"Sial."." he swore in the heart, when wild thoughts began to rule his brain. But Alan is still trying to emphasize his passion that continues to craze because he does not know the reason why Jingga did the silly drama.

"You why? " ask Alan by holding the small body and putting it on the bed. Orange still hid her face from her husband's gaze, making Alan come to lie hugging the small body.

"What's going on, Ngga? Tell me! " he said slowly, trying to be calmer.

The girl simply shook her head with her face on her oblique chest, even though the little hand did not want to hug the body in front of her.

"Say, Ngga! This drama will not end if you do not want to talk! " push alan by pulling an orange arm to circle around his waist. But nimbly Orange pulled his hand, rejecting what Alan wanted.

"Okey, .. It's okay not to hug me, but tell me first why? "

"Why leave me, go with another woman? I'm just late to go home! " tanya orange still hid her face in Alan's chest.

"Hae who went with the other woman?"

Alan was amazed by the prejudice of Orange, Alan tried to find the face of the face of Orange. But, the sobbing woman instead wrapped her hands firmly around Alan's waist.

"I saw it for myself, Mas Alan got off the sexy lady's car! " hearing Orange's words made Alan chuckle.

"It was just straight for you baper?

" I'm not baper! "

"Jealous? "

"No! "

"Try seeing your face! " Alan tried to stretch out the embrace of Orange, but still Orange did not want to show his face.

"No want! "

"Why? "

"My face must have been swollen! " the shrill orange made Alan laugh.

"Definitely beautiful! "

"Don't flirt! " alans seduction reply Orange by pinching Alan's waist, to make the man complain.

"You're mens, huh? Baperan kok? " Orang simply shakes.

"Don't you get pregnant? "

"Where is it possible? Last week we did it again, and we never did it again! " clearly Orange.

"Well, we're gonna do it now, yeah!" Seeing Orange speechless Alan began to kiss the nape of his wife's neck, giving her suction that imprinted there. "It hurts, Mom! Slow down! " orange groans rang out between the moans and sighs between their first night. Desire that has been held up long enough to make Alan more wild and crazy to explore the body of his wife's makeup, to make Orange froze weak when ending their heat struggle.

TB

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