Missing the Orange

36. Miss Communication

The orange still pegs itself in front of the mirror after the dhuhur prayer. By wearing a dress that is long below the knee with the arms under the elbows and the green color of the leaves makes it look more fresh and charming, moreover, her hair was tied with a little long bangs hanging on both sides of her face, adding the pretty side of her tiny face.

Orange grabbed her little bag and immediately picked up a food box she had prepared for Alan.

A sweet smile adorned her lips along the way, on the back bench of the taxi she hoped this would be a surprise for her husband.

In the afternoon with the sun blazing, the taxi carrying Orange stopped in front of a two-story office. Alan's office was not as big as other companies, but it was purely his own hard work and hard work.

Jingga hopes, this time she must be able to persuade Alan to be able to forgive him.

"Sorry Ma'am, Alannya sir is there? " ask Orange on the receptionist who is on duty at the front.

"There's Ma'am, please go straight upstairs! " said a neat-looking woman who looked at him full of searching.

"Thank you! " jangga said as he left the reception desk towards the second floor.

"Look in...! " The baritone's voice was heard after several times the orange knocked on the door. As he opened the door, he noticed Alan was still busy and focused on his laptop.

"Orang...! " call Alan stunned, when he saw that Orange was already in front of his eyes.

" Sorry, Bang! We are waiting for the client! " between Maya who suddenly nongol from behind the door .

" okay... May! We leave now, "answered Alan, who let Orange down when he heard it.

" No, you wanna wait here or...? "

"I'll just go home, Mom! " interpret orange quickly when the sentence Alan hangs.

"All right, I'm home, Mom!" his cleavage was at the same time as his hand which placed a paper bag containing a food box on the table.

" Come, I'll take you forward! " fresh Alan.

" No need, Mom! " push Orange, push orange,

He turned around immediately after saying goodbye to Alan. There was a sense of sadness that was currently touching his heart, his mouth was clenching even his eyes were condensing.

With a hurried step, he walked out of the mostly glass-walled building, some of the other staff looking at him with a strange look. But no matter what, he went out and walked first to remove himself from the sight of those who knew him.

His steps continued to trace the sidewalk, until a car stopped next to him.

" Orang! " call Haris by opening the window of his car.

"Who with? " ask the brown-eyed man.

"Yourself, Bang! " answers answered.

" I'll drive you home! " the bargain, when feeling awkwardness with an orange attitude that looks lethargic.

"No need, Bang! Thank you. "reject Orange make Haris immediately get off his car.

"Come,..!" encourage him by opening the door. Inevitably Orange finally accepted her husband's friend's offer.

Pajero sport that divides the crowded road. Between the silence created, car audio continues to chant music breaking the silence between the two. Every now and then, Haris' sharp eyes tailed, observing the figure next to him. The admiration that had been implied for a long time was not fading but instead getting stronger.

"Ehmm uh... Why go home alone?" tanya Haris tried to kill the silence between them.

"Mas Alan, there was a meeting with the client" replied Orange by playing his finger.

"Sorry, Bang,... Stop by tomorrow if there's Mas Alan! " said Orange as the grey car stopped in front of the gate of his house.

"Thank you, Bang! " say Orange. After that, he immediately rushed into his house.

###

It has been three days Orange and Alan have not greeted each other or just eat together at a table. Of course they do not sleep together in one room. Jingga glanced at the clock on the wall of her room, it was ten o'clock that the woman who felt the loneliness that was very much still waiting for the return of her husband. But it turns out, the waiting is not yet visible, to make him decide to sleep first.

Cloudy enveloped his heart, there was sadness that could only be stored without being able to express it again. Orange began to lay down her body on the bed, her cries broke out among the sadness that seemed to be squeezing her chest, but this was indeed her fault. Lasting, his swollen eyes carried such a great drowsiness. The woman who actually still wanted to wait for her husband was finally asleep in sleep.

Alan stretched his body and pulled all his stiff muscles, after getting out of the car. His eyes glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. It was almost eleven o'clock at night, he was sure that Orange must have slept like normal nights when he came to the room girly nuanced.

Long steps entered the house, but had not had time to climb the stairs he saw Bi Murti who was still visible in the kitchen.

" Bi, has the orange eaten? " ask Alan as he glanced at the food that was still intact at the dining table.

" Not yet, Alan. Mbak Jingga lately rarely eat." explains Bi Murti, who fussed about the sadness of Orange.

"Mas Alan wants to eat? " the middle-aged woman continued, stopping her activities to clean up the pantry.

"No, Bi. Just want an orange. "

"Mas Alan...! " the sentence hangs between wanting a story and not.

" Final this, Mbak Jingga looks moody, looks very sad. "the story of Bi Murti makes Alan frown.

"Ohh, let me see above, Bi. " said Alan who then ran up the stairs to the room of Orange.

Flash Back's

Yesterday night, Alan came home at ten, at that time the intended room was Orange. It feels like all the work has taken a lot of time, even just to see his wife he has trouble dividing time. If it wasn't for the psychologist who told Alan, if the end of this orange looks moody and less focused, maybe Alan is still waiting again to see Orange.

The sturdy hand opened the door of the room Orange, his wife seemed to have fallen asleep hugging the bolster. His face did look puffy as Alan looked at him more closely. Get rid of the hairdresser who blocked his sight and looked at his wife's pretty face. The real face she missed so much.

Again, his resort project really seized his mind, he remembered if tomorrow had to complete all the plans and agreements. In a hurry, he stood up and confirmed the position of his wife's blanket to the neck, and kissed the white forehead belonging to Orange before he entered his study.

Flash on

Alan approached and sat on the edge of the bed that belonged to his wife, in the face of her clingy face that had fallen asleep.

"What are you thinking, baby!" his murmuring by stroking the soft cheek in front of him made Orange blink his eyes.

"Mas Alan, ...!" call him with glassy eyes, the little body then shuffled to sit.

" Why, are you crying? " ask Alan staring intently at the bead of the already foggy eyes in front of him. Make those tiny lips clench to hold back the cry.

"Mas Alan, I'm sorry! " she said as she hugged her husband.

"I'm sorry, don't be mad at me hik hik" she cried in the arms of Alan's burly body.

" Hae .. No one is angry with you! " alana said as she stroked his wife's back.

Hearing her husband's words made Jingga increasingly tighten her embrace and sob in the surging chest.

"Don't ignore me! " Orang is still at home in the arms of the figure he has longed for.

Seriate....