Missing the Orange

32. Separate Bed Share Blanket

In the evening, Alan looked at the orange who was spending his time sitting in the shade behind the house. His gaze stared at the green grass that stretched under the two spruce trees.

"Well, can you make me some tea?" said Alan reawakened his wife's daydream.

" good, Mas. Wait, yeah! " Corna hurried to walk towards the kitchen.

Alan himself was still considering what he should say to Orange about the teraphy program so as not to offend his feelings.

"Mas Alan, here's the coffee! " say the orange by putting down the cup of coffee he just brought from the kitchen. Meanwhile, Alan just turned his head, looking at him sharply with questions, was not he asked to make tea not coffee but that came instead of coffee.

"Honey .. Come here! " Alan patted the spot beside him.

Enfolded his wife's body in his arms, Yes.

"What's up, Mom? " ask Orange by looking at those bluish silver eyes curiously.

"What if you have teraphy? "

"I'm not crazy, Mom! " kilah Jingga tried to convince her husband.

"I know baby .. I just don't want you to get pobhia and suffer in certain situations". "please talk to Alan again.

" Yes, I'll take care of it! " answer the orange with resignation.

Still letting the orange lean on his field chest he reopened his phone. He is waiting for his two friends who will come to the house, namely Dave and Haris.

Before long the sound of the bell was heard making Alan move. "Honey, I'll open the door. "he said making Orange straighten her body.

" Oh yeah .. Ask Bi Murti to make you drink. Remember, not you! " he continued before leaving an orange that just nodded.

His steps drifted towards the main door, he was sure if it was Haris and Dave. His sturdy hands opened the door and at that moment, two burly men were already standing smiling at him.

"Hae, Bro... How are you? " ask Alan by shaking the hands of his two best friends.

" Come, in! " Alan allowed the two to enter into the main room.

"Your house is cool, bro! " praise the mature brown-skinned man before sitting his butt on the sofa.

"The name is also the house of the Architect! " sela Dave was still staring at her phone.

"Old, unseen in circulation, even when Dave held an event at the club, you didn't come. "

"He was, again busy making little Alan." still interjecting, now Dave displayed a sinister smile at the corner of his lips when he saw Alan's sharp gaze towards him.

"meaning? " Haris knitted his eyebrows together as he turned towards Dave full of question marks.

" He's married, not a single person anymore! "

"Really, Al? " ask Haris turned her gaze towards Alan to search for the truth.

"Yes.the cave is married! "

"Married matchmaking xixixixixi! " ledek Dave, still staring at his phone.

" Suittt..lo mouth, kayak rombeng can! " said Alan heard Dave's throttling.

Their preoccupation stopped, when they realized a pair of footsteps were approaching them. Yes, Orange brought tea and snacks for the three men who looked engrossed in their jokes.

Deg.. Haris immediately raised his gaze toward the orange. Such a beautiful face sculpting, her eye beads, her nose and her extremely proportional thin lips revealed an extraordinary beauty. Shiit.she should drown out all admiration for her best friend's wife.

"Oh yes, I would like to ask you to investigate the accident that occurred at Orange during the electronic exhibition at the Horizon building! Come on, I suspect this isn't just an accident! " take Alan to his best friend who joined the police service.

" Well, I'll try to get it sorted out as soon as possible. "

"Oh yeah, how long have you been in town?"

"Well, I can't be sure yet, but maybe for the case I'm currently dealing with it's probably quite a long time" Haris replied with a sip of tea.

" Lo, can you handle people who experience pobhia and trouma?" alan asked Haris who was the basis, he was a psychologist.

" Mending lo, go to the psychologist, I'll recommend a good psychologist to your wife! "

" I mean, I want the psychologist to come home."

"Oh that's it, easy. You can negotiate with my friend. "

They spent a long time talking. In addition to discussing the case of Orange, they also reminisce because they have not met each other for a long time.

After driving his two best friends out of the house, Alan went back in, looking for the existence of Orange.

At eight in the evening, the man glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of his house.

"Also, .. "his call stopped the step of the orange that was going up the stairs carrying the blanket and pillow in the clasped hand.

"Honey, where are you going? Why bring the blanket up? " this time his steps were a little closer, looking for confidence with what he was seeing.

"Don't I say, Mom. We'll be apart of the beds for a month! " answer the orange by going back up the stairs.

"One month, Ngga? My stuff's taken a month? " Alan pursued the Orange with a full plea. But his wife went to close the door to his room.

His normally erect shoulders now withered when he heard the punishment from his wife. It feels like he is no longer excited, if it is like this. Tucked her body on the sofa in front of the TV, which is located between her room and her study.

"Take it for once my fate! " spiritedly murmured.

But his mind even floated about the fate of his life with the life of an orange that is not much different. They grow up with family imperfections. If since childhood he lived with his parents, because since the age of ten his mother had left him for good. While his papa chose to return to Switzerland, making him grow into a more independent figure. In contrast to Orange, although he was also left by his father since the age of three, it may be said that Orange has a more complicated background with mysterious.

"Mas Alan... !" call Orange while standing near the head of Alan who was lying on the sofa. Hearing the spoiled voice of his wife made Alan look up, he got up and sat facing Orange with a pleading gaze.

"I've moved in the upstairs room, Mom! So don't wait for me. "jangga said again reassuringly, so that Alan stopped to persuade him.

" okay... I can also move on top." Without waiting for an answer from Orange, Alan then ran down the stairs to pick up pillows and blankets to take to the upper room, his mind cheering triumphantly when the Orange again allowed to sleep with him.

"It's called splitting the bed but sharing a blanket! " orange grousers who then went back into his room.

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At a cafe two men were enjoying the coffee they had just ordered.

"I hear you're a little bit involved in Alan's project? " ask Dave who can be said superhuman knows if it's about his best friend.

"Did Alan tell you? " Reyhan asked back with a sip of his smoky coffee.

" No, I know from others. What exactly makes you so vengeful about Alan? "

"I haven't liked it in a long time. Ever since I broke up with Alea, and it's Alan."

"Max, lo? What does this have to do with Alan. "

" Yes, he cut ties with me because of his closeness to Alan. At that time I really loved Alea. "

"Don't tell me, you're Deandra's macari just because of Alan!? dave asked with his body straightened, he looked more enthusiastic when he heard the reason for the dispute between his two friends.

" Yes, that's the first reason. But instead she was pregnant with my son, now that I'm married to her. "

"Wow... Lo, wanna be a father? But not love your wife? "

"Take the road! " ansaid Reyhan of origin.

" Alan never took Alea from you. In fact, he was focused on all his ambitions. Come on's.. Let's forget the one behind and say hello to the front" Dave said, reassuring Reyhan.

"Yes, I've been focusing on my son-in-law. After all, he's my flesh and blood" Reyhan said with a gaze staring in all directions.

They spent the afternoon exchanging stories. Yes, Dave really hopes that the friendship between them can come back like before.

'Sometimes the E**motion trumps truth born of a common sense' (Kirana Putri761).

Seriate.