Missing the Orange

31. Alan Sick

On the way home, the two were silent. Orange was upset, because Alan had lied to him a lot.

Alan pulled the tail of his eyes, glancing at Orange who was only speechless staring out the car window. Some debates have not been resolved during the clinic, making the two still in conflict with the truth of their respective versions.

The black eyes returned to glass, when they remembered the many lies her husband had done. "Ah why is my life so complicated? Why there are only lies. "collapsed orange in the heart. The long-haired woman let out a heavy sigh, like she let out a tightness in her chest.

The Jeep car stopped, and suddenly the orange immediately ran into the house. Seeing the attitude of Orange, Alan only massaged his head that felt a little dizzy. He then went inside.

Orange goes into the room and chooses to sit on the sofa, Alan who goes inside chooses to enter the bathroom. His body already felt very sticky, and he wanted to soak as well as cool his brain from just now heating up.

After nearly an hour of Alan soaking in a bathtub, Alan came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes looked at Orange who had been curled up on the sofa, apparently his wife was asleep there.

"Geo, let's take a shower! " said Alan, He approached Orange after changing clothes. Sensing someone stroking his cheek, Orange opened his eyes, Alan was sitting next to him. The orange sat up and went to the bathroom without a word. Of course because of the orange that is still irritated by all the lies that Alan has done so far.

The athletic body felt extreme fatigue, even the drowsiness that ambushed made him choose to rest his body for a moment.

Not long ago Jingga was in the bathroom, she just refreshed her already very sticky body. Since the incident on the cliff he has not had a bath at all.

His steps stopped, when he saw Alan who was asleep. Today he wanted to cook something to restore his stamina, his body felt all pain after yesterday's incident. Just two steps he was about to exit the room, suddenly he stopped his steps.

"Mas Alan.." he muttered as he watched Alan move agitatedly with sweat visible on his forehead. Orange chose to approach Alan and put her palm on her husband's forehead.

"O Allah, you have a fever! " his murmur immediately picked up Alan's cell phone lying next to him to call a private doctor.

Her eyes frowned when she saw the photo on her husband's wallpaper. Ah, it's important later business he should contact the doctor first, thought Orange.

"Don't be too tired, Mom! And don't stress too much" Vian said after examining Alan. The personal physician and distant relative of Alan.

"Thank you vian! " alans said as Vian's doctor put his equipment back in his bag.

Orange escorted doctor Vian to the outside of the house. After that he took a bowl of porridge from the pantry and brought it to Alan.

"I'm sorry, Mom! because of me, Alan's mom is sick." His heart was filled with guilt as he sat beside Alan, making Alan smile and shifting his body more towards the center.

"Come here...! " alans' word by patting the remaining place beside him, made Orange fulfill Alan's request.

"Why your eyes? " laced Alan, when he saw the tears clumping in his wife's eyes.

"Because of me, Mas Alan is sick! " saying orange with a choked voice.

"I'm just tired, I'm fine. Missed you!" alan said by drowning his wife in his arms. Warming embrace to ward off the longing for both.

"But I'm still mad at you! " sleak Orange by stretching Alan's embrace.

"Loh, didn't you also make amends as well? You should apologize too, okay! "

"Okey, We will make amends for each! " reply the orange by sliding its body back and taking the bowl of porridge from the top of the nightstand.

"So, Ngga? "

"You're outrageous, Mas. "cloak orange and then feed a spoonful of porridge into Alan's mouth. The man only smiled at the anger of Orange who was still willing to feed him.

"Lies are still lies, even when I am ignorant, you use them too, Mas. "the voice sounds raucous still there is a sense of disappointment.

"I do it because I love you, I don't want you to stay away from me. I chose that path, because before the accident you were avoiding me and I didn't understand why you were doing it." Alan made Orange replay his memory at the time of the incident.

"That means that night... First we do that relationship? " orange gaze is very difficult to interpret. Making Alan can only nod his head.

"Why lie to me? It was the first time for me. "the grunt was full of disappointment.

"Are you sorry? " ask Alan without sin.

"Help me! I'm not sincere. "

"Well, "just that word came out of Alan's mouth in response to the previous Orange sentence.

"Drink medicine! One month we separate the bed." said Jingga by cleaning the bowl of porridge.

"Lah ... cook a month, No? "

"Bodo. Rest first! " orange then left Alan for the kitchen to return Alan's food.

"The strange wife, the first night taken by the husband did not accept. "his sigh by shaking his head.

When Jingga was in the kitchen, Bi Murti happened to be there. "Mbak Jingga, yesterday when Mbak Jingga and Mas Alan were not at home there were looking for Mas Alan." said Bi Murti by handing over the brown envelope that had just been placed in the refrigerator. Climb up the orange and open it, "Oh Allah... " At once the body of the orange squeezed when looking at a photo of a pigeon with the head and body detached with a long machete that still looks bloodied.

"Why, Mother Orange? " ask Bi Murti who then looked at the photo that had just been taken out of the envelope.

Bi Murti helped the almost unsteady Orange and took her to sit in the dining room.

"Why, Bi? " ask Alan in a stinging voice as he exited the room.

"This is Mas, Mbak Jingga almost fell" Bi Murti said when he saw Alan walking closer to him.

"Why, Ngga?" alan said by holding the orange shoulder. But his body still looked stiff with a blank look, his hands firmly gripped the chair he was sitting on.

"Orang...! You're okay, right?" alan asked with a wiggle of an orange shoulder. The man then clutched the body of the orange until his wife now returned his embrace.

"Bi, make some warm chocolate! " let Alan with his hand take the white water that Bi Murti thrust.

"Drink first! " said Alan when he just heard the cry of Orange.

Alan crouched down and helped Orange drink the water in the glass.

"You should go to a psychologist, honey! your trauma can not be left alone ", said Alan as gently as possible.

"Am I crazy, Mom? " cloak the orange by holding its fill.

"It's not crazy, but the trauma has to be healed" explains Alan who does not want the fear of orange sustained.

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