Missing the Orange

35. Contraceptive Pills

After dinner, Alan returned to the room. Actually, from earlier he wanted to find his passport that was sprained out of nowhere. Almost all the rooms below have been thoroughly examined, but did not also find an important letter in the way.

" No...! " call Alan, when he saw the shadow of an orange flashing in the kitchen, his steps stopped before climbing the stairs.

"Yes ...!" answer the orange by wiping his wet hands with a tissue. Then the woman wearing the jumpsuit pants walked closer to Alan.

"You've seen my passport, haven't you? "

"Try looking in my room, in the nightstand drawer. I often keep something important there, Mas. "obviously Orange.

"Thank you, you just finish your job! I'll find it myself up above! " Alan came back up the stairs with a small run. While the orange turned around to continue some kitchen. Yes, he had already asked Bi Murti to rest after dinner was over.

Alan entered the white and pink room, his eyes fixed on the drawer of one of the nightstand. His steps approached the drawer that had become his focus.

Slowly opened the nightstand drawer to the left of the bed, indeed there are several agenda books, lecture schedules and semester payment receipts. His hands were still researching and searching for what he was looking for, but there was something pulling the focus from his gaze that was a pill tablet.

"What'sthis? " his murmur was scrutinizing closely. His face changed pias, heat spread in his brain and face when he saw if Orange stored the Pill and only a few grains left. That means if his wife has been taking the pill all this time.

Forgetting what he was in, he immediately stood up because of the domineering emotions.

"Nga... The orange! " he shouted as he went down the stairs. With haste and a burst of stifled emotions, Alan looked for the Orang-like who was also walking over from hearing his screams.

"What, Mas? " Just a few steps she who wanted to meet her husband stopped.

"What'sthis? " ask Alan with a raised voice. The man also threw the contraceptive pill he had just obtained onto the dining table next to the orange.

"It-it-it...!" Orange stuttered, his throat felt dry, even just to swallow his saliva it felt difficult.

" What? " alans snapped making the Orange startled. His eyes closed, locking for a moment the black eye bead to hold his astonishment.

"Say, what do you mean? " continued Alan, making the orange silenced, even the face that had been flushed was not brave in his eyes. Her mouth was silenced as she screamed and her husband's face filled with emotion.

"Tell me if you don't want to be my wife, the mother of my children!" His voice was swallowing but full of emphasis, making the orange tears just melt away. Alan's slow sentence was like a dagger stuck in the recesses of his heart.

For a moment Alan stood waiting for the answer spoken from the Orange, but staring at the orange that was just crying made him choose to leave.

The agony with anger still directed at him, made the orange sit limp in the dining room. The last words Alan said were so sharp that he didn't know what to say. Though she only wanted to postpone having a momongan until graduating from college, instead of not wanting a descendant from her husband.

His cry became, after Alan's disappearance from his sight. She regretted why she had to arrange the pregnancy, should after deciding to get married, she had to be brave with all the consequences, including to be a mother. Her tears were stunned by slipping her face on the dining table, which lingered in her mind just a word if only, she was indeed wrong to do that without talking everything out with Alan.

" Corny Ma'am, why are you crying? " ask Bi Murti who will take water in the kitchen.

"Mas Alan is angry, Bi. All this time I kept the Pill "clearly by wiping away the tears that kept dripping.

"Ehmm.. be patient! May the anger of Mas Alan not long, " said Bi Murti by stroking the little shoulder.

"Patience.if Mas Alan is angry, Ma'am Jingga who is patient. Putting two heads together in one goal is hard, Ma'am! So in a relationship we must be able to suppress each other Ego and good communication. At this time Ma'am Jingga rest only, if forced to finish tonight can even be the same emotion. Tomorrow morning try again. I went back first! " After leaving Orange, Bi Murti took water to bring him to the back of the house.

The orange wiped away the rest of the water that made his face moist. He walked up the stairs to his room.

"Thus, why did you do it! " she murmured inwardly, that regret now filled her heart.

Taken down her body that was currently feeling tired. He saw the place next to him empty. He felt that this time it was just what it was to split the bed, he was sure that Mas Alan would sleep in the lower room.

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his eyes were still sleepy, his body wriggling under the thick blanket. If he had not heard the sound of dawn, he would have been very lazy to wake up. At one in the morning he could only sleep, even his eyes now felt heavy opened because of swelling.

The orange lowered his legs from the bed, and immediately went to the bathroom to clean himself and fetch some water.

"Oh my God, my face, how can I come out with eyes like this! " the flow is monologued in front of the glass when finished ablution.

The orange was still silent after the greeting and praying, he was feeling confused. What should she do when she meets her husband? Apologizing? What if Mas Alan is still angry and the situation heats up? He was stunned because of the many questions that perched in his brain.

When the sun broke into the room from behind the curtain gap, it made him realize if the afternoon had penetrated into a sunny morning. He had to prepare breakfast before Mas Alan left for work.

After putting his face, Orange went straight to the kitchen, in the lyrics the clock hanging on the wall showed at six o'clock.

"Bi, what's it? "

" New tea nyiapain same morning snack, Ma'am. This is waiting for Mbak Jingga to cook what? "

" A moment I asked Mas Alan, what would he eat? "

Just getting out of the pantry to meet alan in the lower room made him stop his steps because it turns out that his husband was neatly dressed with an office bag and walked in a hurry while looking at a circular watch on his wrist.

"Bi, Alan's gone... Cook anything, I also eat males! "

"Don't do it, Ma'am! Try it later Madam Jingga went to Mas Alan's office to bring lunch. Couples fight, noisiness is common. But someone has to think cold. " Bi Murti understands bringing two different characters together because matchmaking is not easy.

"Too once we cook English saurce roasted chicken only! " say the orange with passion.

"Wow, the name is hard too! " say Bi Murti.

"Casual, Bi. I've made it before, and Mas Alan likes it! " orange was right to believe in his decision to apologize to Alan.

seriated.

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