Missing the Orange

03. The First Night Missed

All day long They have been busy with the core event of arranged marriage. Alan asked his daughter Eyang to make the wedding as simple as possible. After handing over the keys to Alan's jeep, Santoso (private driver of the Princess) and the entourage of the Mahesa family left the family home of Ms. Sasmita.

Jingga Andini, a nineteen-year-old girl was legally the wife of Alando Mahesa Putra. Despite that, they still looked very awkward, not even a word had come out of the two of them even just to greet each other. Strange or stupid, it felt like Alan wanted to curse himself. The man who is currently sitting in the middle room of Sasmita's house has already shown his tired face.

"That's it, take my son Alan to your room! " sasmita said to Orange when they were near Alan.

"Let's take a break!" said Orange who will lift a small suitcase belonging to Alan.

"Wild, I'll take it! " Alan held down the tiny hand of an orange that was about to carry her suitcase. The two sentences became prologues between them.

Alan walked tailed, trailing where Jingga was stepping. Orange opened the door to her room, then turned to Alan and let her husband in.

Alan circulated his gaze staring at the entire room which was said to be wide enough for the size of the room. His gaze was currently fixed on a line of photos that had been arranged on the wall. A thin smile was disguised on those thin lips, as he looked at the little girl with the puffed up body he had once been paired with. Why did he want to be betrothed? I think he wants to laugh at himself. For a moment her gaze was fixed on Orange who was walking towards the closet, "But why can it turn out to be that beautiful? " murm Alan in the heart.

"Mas Alan, here's the towel! " The orange broke Alan's daydream, the man simply took a towel that was still folded from his hand.

"The bathroom's over there! " The orange shows a small room in the corner of his room, making Alan quickly step towards the bathroom. From then on his body was already feeling sticky.

Orange sat his body on the sofa with a long sigh and threw it away. He was a little disappointed, when he saw Alan who was reluctant to undergo this marriage. According to him, Alan who used to be quiet, but Alan who is now more impressed Angkuh.

The orange sprawls its body on the sofa, its head resting on the hands of the sofa. His body felt so tired that for only a few minutes, he could already be recovered.

Alan rubbed his wet hair with a towel as he exited the bathroom. His eyes were fixed on the orange that had fallen asleep on the sofa. Alan walked up to the Orange and raised his dangling orange leg to be aligned with his body on the sofa.

flashbacks

Before departure to the house of Orange for application. Alan was still trying to negotiate with the Princess Eyang.

"Eyang, why would Alan be betrothed to Orange? Why not another girl?"

"Because Eyang already understands the seeds, bebet and weights. " replied Eyang Putri still by enjoying his coffee.

"That's old school principle, Eyang! " grunts Alan sitting next to his Eyeang.

"Do you think that Eyang is an old man? As long as you know good light, if Eyang kolot where maybe your soul mate with a beautiful girl like Orange. In any case, it is necessary to look at the seedlings, not a matter of the size of the patent of one's goodness. But habits and traditions, manners and uploading it is difficult if taught instantly. Hence, for Eyang the seedlings were important! Although some come from ordinary seedlings only but can be a superior variety. But, we need to work hard to produce like that. " Eyang Putri was already stirred by emotions after being said to be an old man. Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Alan fell silent again and hugged the old woman, "Have not been emotional, you will soon be old! " the leadek Alan is only in the lyrics and in Encepi Eyangnya. Alan was a quiet man once. But that silence is sometimes hard for others to understand.

Flash On

Alan walks out of the room, his gaze scrutinizing every detail of the classic-style house. There is one object that makes his eyes feel at home for a long time staring, namely a painting of a man wearing a blangkon shirt. Although it only looked inside the photo, but its aura emanated so strongly.

"That's Eyang Hadi, Orange's grandfather!" the voice made Alan look up. Now, Ms. Sasmita was standing not far behind Alan.

"Ohhhhh. "that's all that came out of Alan's mouth which incidentally known as a quiet figure.

"Come, have some tea! " let Sasmita make Alan follow the middle-aged woman to sit in the dining room.

"She did talk a lot, even often filed protests. He's also a little wayward. " Sasmita was unable to hold back her tears. Tears that had run into the river were just like that.

"Yes, don't worry! She's my wife, of course it's Alan's responsibility to take care of her. " The sentence is so fluent glide, as when he said the phrase kabul ijab when the wedding. Whether it was an honest sentence from his heart or just calming the feelings of a mother who was crying in front of him, that sentence without him realizing it had given a lot of hope to his in-laws.

"Unto where? " ask Sasmita.

"He's asleep, looks like Orange is exhausted! " answered Alan after sipping his warm tea.

"Oh yes, I asked to hide the last name of Orange. I don't want anyone to recognize Orange as the Daughter of the Hadinoto family" Sasmita said to make Alan more careful with his real identity.

"Yes, Mom... ! " alana answered briefly, although her brain now thinks longer about the background of the Brownadinoto family.

"Mom will rest first! " sasmita said before ending their conversation and leaving Alan with a million questions.

After finishing his tea, Alan returned to the room. It felt strange, when he had to one room with a woman. But, it made her realize that her status was now married.

While passing the sofa, Alan glanced back at the girl who was there.His feelings returned unbearable when he saw the little girl had to curl up on the sofa. He walked up to the sofa, lifting up his body to be moved to the bed.

This time it was Alan who was confused, where would he rest his body? if even on the sofa, it will certainly make his body like flexing because the size of the sofa is too short. The 187 cm man was stunned for a moment, but then decided to sleep next to the orange.

The orange blinked its eyes as the sun pierced through the sidelines of the room curtain. How surprised when he woke up, he made a big step towards the bathroom. After opening the bathroom, Orange went straight to the sink to wash his face first. Several times he washed his face until he finally stopped and looked at the mirror.

Deg. his heart seemed to be dislodged when the tall figure was already behind him with his hands resting on the wall of the sink.

"You're in a closed room, knock first! Don't be cheek! " alans whisper makes Orange reflex turn his body, facing a stocky body that only wears a towel limited to the waist.

The orange gulps down the saliva violently, its heart beating irregularly as their body is only a few inches away.

"Why isn't the door locked?" deny the orange is leaving soon. But, his arm was held back by Alan.

"I think my wife knows the manners. Uh, don't know the nyelonong handyman. "hearing the answer of Orange makes Alan upset. Orange is indeed a protestor like what his in-laws said last night.

"Why not build? " question Orange with a glance at Alan's fingers tightening in his arms, making Alan release his grip.

"Open it back? "

"Nope, Mas. The wife of the husband's responsibility." still answered Alan's words, making the man even more upset.

"Here, get out! Or want to see me change clothes? " excuse Alan when he sees Orange will again argue. The woman hurriedly left the bathroom.

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