Missing the Orange

29. Alan's anger

The position that hangs for hours makes his legs now feel sore and his hands have begun to weaken, making Orange feel hopeless.

"PLEASE....! " he shouted continuously until his voice sounded raucous. Her tears escaped, as fear filled her heart. Maybe he'll be gone in a really bad way. If he had been a little careless, his body would have fallen between the rocks.

"Oh my God, forgive me...! Mom, Alan, I'm sorry.....! " his cry broke out among the already attacking sense of despair. His heart shrank even more because the hope of getting help was very impossible. Where there are people who would pass by in such hills if not intentionally to look for it.

"PLEASE...! " the voice sounded hoarse because the throat had dried up. But still, he kept trying to scream.

"PLEASE...! " his cry was accompanied by a cry that he could no longer contain. Of course, a cry that is only limited to the impingement of despair.

Alan, who had walked several meters, intended to find the existence of the base camp of Jingga's entourage stopped, the man who had been holding the backpack immediately sharpened his listeners when I sneered heard the sound of a request for help.

"Please..I'm stuck on a cliff! " His voice sounded more and more subtle, making Alan look for the origin of the voice.

His steps down where the sound came from. " Please...!" Alan heard it once more despite the sound of a soft sound, but made Alan sure that the woman's voice came from the cliff.

Hurry up, Alan walked up to the cliff. "Jinggaaa, O Allah." he was shocked when he saw his wife hanging with an ungodly look.

"God, "his grunts with thumping chests saw the scene that almost stopped his heartbeat.

Alan immediately put a carmantel, carabiner and other equipment on his body to go down the cliff. His heart raced faster not because of the cliff terrain, but none other than because he was worried about Jingga with a risky position.

Without speaking due to his anger also exploding in the chest, Alan nimbly went down the cliff.

"Mas Alan.". "cloak orange as if he could not believe if Alan came to help him.His sturdy arm grabbed the tiny body that had been hanging.

"Reverse body! Do it carefully!" alan's word is still with one hand holding the body of the Orange and the other holding on to the carmantel rope. The orange streak turned her body, her hands coiled around her husband's chest even though her small arms did not cover perfectly, while her legs were hooked at Alan's waist, just like a koala child.

Alan began to climb down the cliff with his nimble, athletic man was already very trained to do it. He did not want to see the face of the Orange, even so he could feel the body of the Orange that had been trembling. Can still be felt both, the heartbeat that seems to blend but blocked by each other's feelings. An orange with guilt was still waiting for Alan to look into his eyes, but Alan himself did not want to see his wife's face because his anger and annoyance was still erupting in the chest. It only took a few minutes, Alan went down the cliff perfectly.

"We're at the bottom!" said Alan still holding the orange and sitting between the large rock crevices to avoid the blazing sun that gradually to the west.

"Drink! " Alan took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack. Then walk left the orange still sitting limp leaning between the big stone.

Alan swung his step towards the backpack that was still lying, the woman deliberately threw her rangsel when her hand felt tingling when hanging on the cliff.

Still with a face full of anger, Alan returned to approach the Orange, the look of his face like regulating the emotions that were already unbearable.

"Happy! " he said briefly still with a sharp look at his bowed wife. Alan stood in front of the orange, his hands clenched while his eyes did not want to turn to intimidate the figure who was currently torn by tears.

"What if I don't come? Have you ever thought about the feelings of others? What do you think I am? " his voice sounded cold as if it was still harboring an overflow of emotions.

"What if you really fall there, Orange Andini?" alan continued in a soft voice full of emphasis, the man scooped his face violently, maybe if other people Alan would have beaten him all out because it was very troublesome.

Hearing all of Alan's anger made Jingga only sob, the woman who was still touched by his cries now felt very guilty. He could not think that everything he did would make Alan so disappointed in him.

For a long time they were silent between the sound of the waves, even the sun began to gradually west. The actual twilight is quite beautiful to go through, but they are on the emotional side of each.

"Let's go home, before evening! " said Alan who immediately stepped away from the orange.

"Ooh...! " orange groans made Alan stop his steps, the man only glanced at the fallen Orange. Although there is a sense of heartlessness, when looking at the orange that is currently limped.

Not wanting any words to say, Alan stepped back even slower. Orange forced his feet that felt linu to walk following the steps of Alan who had been left a bit far. His body was still trembling, but he did not dare to just complain. Of course, it was due to feelings of guilt and seeing Alan's anger towards him.

The road was shuffled, trailing behind Alan to leave the sandy soil. The orange sky, the pounding waves and the gently blowing wind are now beginning to leave behind.

The orange stopped when he saw the steep ground of the uphill rocks, he wiped away the sweat that had soaked his forehead. It felt like he was no longer strong if he had to walk on such a field, he thought, then followed by a heavy sigh outwards. While Alan, just turned a little face then glanced at the orange that is still sculpting.

"This is what nature does, isn't this what you want? " alans circus is unforgiving.

Hearing Alan's scream, Orange walked back. To be honest, he found it very difficult to get through it especially with his body that already felt very tired. Her eyes were back in tears as her husband now punished all his wrongs.

Although with weight, Orange can still go through a steep journey up to several meters. Not only did his body feel weak, even at this moment his breathing felt tight.

"Mas Alaaaannnn....! " creepy Orange as his foot slipped by the rocks made the man spontaneously turn his head.

"Jingga.....! " the voice of the baritone echoed in the evening, when he saw his wife's body roll freely to hit a large chunk of coral that was located between the swooping turns.

Alan ran after Orange, his face stiffened again with anxiety that was again seen in the look on his face.

"Ngga, Orange...! " call him when he is near an unconscious orange.

Seriate.

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