Missing the Orange

04. It All Takes Time

Orange still pursed his lips. There was disappointment when Alan's attitude was contrary to what he had dreamed so far. A love story is like a fairy tale, waiting for the lover to end beautifully in time. It all turned out to be a figment story. He felt too quick to deduce a relationship and status. But, this marriage has already happened and in fact she has become Madam Alando Mahesa Putra.

Orange is still packing all her important items, her chest feels tight when she thinks of being married to someone who never wanted it. But, he did not want his sadness to be seen by his mother. The woman he loves the most in this world.

Occasionally rubbed his eyes that feel watery with one of the backs of his hands. From afar, Alan noticed the clammy orange and lowered his head with his hands still busy packing all his belongings into the suitcase.

Their relationship still looks awkward. He alone is not easy to accept this relationship, all it takes time, let alone Orange who is too young. But all too late, Alan again realized that his wife was a teenage girl, not a mature woman with a mature enough thought.

"Ngga, is it done? " Hear Alan's question from afar, making Orange immediately finish packing.

"Yes already, Mas. "answered Orange.

Alan approached the orange and picked up the suitcase his wife was going to carry. Let time answer all these forced relationships, thought Alan who just wanted to look forward.

"The diploma has been taken? " ask Alan once again at the orange.

"Already, Mom! " answer the orange by following the tall, sturdy body. Alan slowed down his steps, as he felt the orange lag behind.

"Come, evening hunt! " The Indo-faced man held an orange wrist to say goodbye to Ms. Sasmita.

In the courtyard of the joglo house two people, mother and son hugged each other. It feels heavy to release a girl who has never been far from him.

"Be careful there. Learn to be a good wife! " sasmita's cries broke. The figure of the mother who had always looked tough in raising her child just wayangnya, now can not hold back tears.

"Mother..keep your health! Don't be sad, later Orange will definitely often visit Mom! " said Orange with tears when she took off her mother.

"You guys, hurry up and leave for the night! " sasmita said she did not want to see the Orange Dissolved in her grief.

After saying goodbye, Orange and Alan boarded the Jeep car he had prepared. Dusk began to gradually shift in the evening, glimpsed by a silent orange staring out the window with eyes that had condensed.

"Don't crybaby! During the holidays we will visit Mom! " said Alan with a slow scramble of orange hair although his gaze was still focused on the steep road to the house of Eyang Putri.

Orange smiled, turning her gaze to the man beside her. His heart melted, as he looked at Alan who was slightly open. It only took twenty minutes they had arrived in front of the house of the Princess.

"We're gonna stay here last night! " alana said as she turned her car around in the courtyard of the house of Eyang Putri.

"Yes." replied Orange.

Orange coming down from the car. He was used to coming to this house as a messenger from his mother.

"Well, is it common to come here? "

"A few times, Mommy. "

Alan held the hands of an orange that still looked timidly headed inside. The typical house belonging to the Javanese is often seen as quiet because there is only the Princess and some household assistants.

"Duch..Eyang's grandson has arrived. "the voice made the two turn their heads.

Alan and Orange walked closer towards the Princess Eyang who was already standing not far from them.

Alan hugged his Eyeang, while Jingga was just as quiet as usual when meeting the Princess Eyang.

"Wes-wes, you guys take a break, Good! Take your wife to dinner, we'll eat in the back." The rich woman left them.

Alan took Orange to the room. Alan's room was indeed impressed like a guest room, It's just Alan's childhood items in it.

"Mas, I'll get my suitcase first! " said Jingga who remembered her clothes were still in the car.

"No need, no! Tomorrow, let us not bother. "answered Alan who then sat down and checked his phone.

"What do I change if I want to sleep? "

"Try checking the closet, usually Eyang has taken everything. " Hearing Alan's words, Orange immediately opened the wardrobe.

"Mas... "

"There's only this! " said Orange who showed her lingerie hanging double with her kimono.

"Let me take the suitcase in the car. You rest first! Eight o'clock we have dinner and tomorrow we will travel far." said Alan still by answering incoming messages from friends.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Alan and Orange walked to the dining table. There the Princess was waiting with a cup of coffee that became her favorite.

All menus are arranged on the dining table including plates and spoons that are ready in front of each chair.

"Service your husband to eat first!" the Decree of the Princess who then got the gazes of her two grandchildren.

"Yes... Grandpa! " answered Orange who would then take the rice on Alan's plate.

"Eyang...does it need to be like this?" ask Alan who wants to protest against his rule too much. He didn't want to burden Orange before he could fully accept the marriage.

"Must be Good, you guys iki garwo sigare nyowo terms, kudu give each other, receive each other and need each other. The term child today is soulmate, so it must take and give. "

"What is Eyang. But is the orange too small to understand such a relationship? "

"What's? " orange protests when heard in say a little boy made Eyang Rumana smile. That's what Eyang Rumana from Orange likes. His resolute soul from Hadinoto remained radiated on the girl's soul, even though she was living not in the Ningrat neighborhood. Well, he only needs to be shaped a little because Sasmita has been very indulgent.

"Sorry, it's not like that! " said Alan lowered his voice and looked at Orange.

"Just look at Cah Bagus, the people of ancient times kui although the age difference is very far and betrothed, just keep them can complement each other, accept each other, it's all because of tresno jalaran soko kulino. Mung siji Eyang, learn to open up to each other." Alan was just speechless, free to argue against the super-power woman. They continued to eat dinner without any more discussion.

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"Be careful on the road! If you do not visit Eyang for a long time, make sure to visit you! " said Eyang Putri when going to release the departure of Alan and Orange at that afternoon.

"Eyang, it's old! Do not mostly adventure later gout pain relapses! " answered Alan while hugging his eyes. The woman who took care of him after his mother's death.

"Don't it still be in Indonesia, in Austria it's also coming after you, right?" sergeant Eyang Putri.

"Eyang, baby you guys. All right over there! " slowly with an unusual sad face.

Jeep Wrangler was driving slowly because of the road less qualified.

"You sleep, Ngga! "

"Yes, Mas. " But Orange does not want to miss this trip for free. He wanted to enjoy the view of the forest because it was rare for him to be able to do so.

A few hours they go through a steep road with uphill and downhill terrain and even dive. From earlier Orange was silent but his eyes opened with a face that had paled making Alan stop his car.

"Gga, what's wrong with you? " ask Alan a little worried.

"My stomach is nauseous and my head is dizzy, Mom! " Hearing Orange's answer made Alan chuckle.

"Don't be too clumsy, Ngga! Riding in the car for a few hours is gone." Alan's thump made a sharp orange glint towards him. Orange was upset by Alan, if he knew suffering people mabok the vehicle.

Alan got out of the car and walked around to open the car door next door.

"Let's go down, Ngga! Let's get some fresh air." Alan helped Orange out of the car.

"Hukkk.... " The orange spewed out its entrails right in Alan's shirt.

"Jinggaaaa.... ! " The man was growling irritably when his shirt was hit by a spurt of orange stomach contents that was quite smelly.

"I'm sorry." replied Jingga with a faint smile. Looks like it's already retaliation for Alan's bust.

tbc

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