Missing the Orange

37. Know Bacem Rewarded Red Brio

In a luxurious house a sixty-year-old man was stunned by resting on a beloved wooden stick.

"Yes, sir, Mrs Sasmitha and her daughter are still alive" said a tall and well-groomed man. He is an adjutant of Mr. Wirya (Sastrowirya)

Mr. Wirya thought for a moment, his gaze looking forward, as if he was considering something.

"Let it temporarily, after all, the profit from the assets of the ownership of her daughter is still under my control. If only they come out of hiding, we just finish them like how we finish Cokro Raharjo." said Mr. Wirya who then chose to sit on the sofa, even so does not change his brain that is thinking to maintain all the property that is actually limited to the name Orange Andini.

"Rey, I want to talk! " call Mr. Wirya when he sees his little boy coming into the house.

"What else, Dad! At least Reyhan told me that Reyhan is not interested in your nephew's hotel and property! " Reyhan who always contradicted his father again denied.

"Young Master...! "

" Stop lecturing me, Hendra! " reyhan snapped at his father's aide.

The man who is more happy to dabble in the automotive world was passed by just leaving two people who are currently still staring at his disappearance. From the past, he did not want to deal with his overcomplicated extended family. What's more, he knows, the ownership of the hotel and a private college foundation is under the ownership of his long-lost cousin.

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Her body wriggled under a thick blanket, even as her face rubbed against her husband's bare chest. His bed-splitting status changed by sleeping together.

" It's sad that Mas Alan ignored me, especially if it was as if Mas Alan cared more about his assistant Mas Raka! It felt like I could barely take it. "he said with his eyes closed making Alan chuckle.

"You make me know bacem! " it was Alan's pinta who felt his stomach was hungry.

"This fire, the face of the tongue jowo bule! " sergah Jingga with her head up looked at the smile attached to her husband's thin lips.

" Know bacem with red Brio, huh?" reply Orange by wrapping his arm around the chest of Alan's field.

"But you cook yourself without help, Bi Murti! " challenge Alan, who was so sure that Jingga would not be able to without Bi Murti's help.

"Who's afraid? " Corange confidently accepts Alan's challenge.

" Can you drive? "

" Study can be, Alan! " In fact, Orange only teases Alan, Orange does not really want a Brio car. Let it be, all this time, Alan never gave any gifts, really unromantic, inwardly.

Still humming, the orange gives off the materials needed to make the tofu bacem.

His hair was plucked upwards, and the white neck made the pair of eyes of the man sitting at the dinner table not blink.

Orange is very lucky if Alan only asked to know bacem, because yesterday he had just learned from Bi Murti to know bacem. His mind laughed out loud, but still he pretended to be pretentious cool.

"Mas Alan ...! " call the orange makes Alan move closer.

"What's up, Ngga? " he asked when he was next to his wife.

"Please peel the onions! " The orange thrusting the onion, garlic and knife in front of Alan made the stunned man even more dazed.

"This Japanese occupation is called! Red Brionya in halves means? You're my car on behalf of the BPKB? " tawal Alan who already felt deacalin Orange.

"Well, you can't, Mom! That's called wit. Like people tuch talk about the application of cars uh end-end, pay installments cut spending money. Ogahlah like that...! " That tiny mouth just kept nerocos, making Alan even more anxious.

"What's? What did Alan say? " ask Orange with a knife to Alan. Make the man spontaneously take a step back to give distance.

They really shared the kitchen, this was the first time Alan was in the kitchen and the tragedy of crying onions happened. His heart continues to curse his misfortune who wants to know bacem. Totally double loss.

"Yes Allah...Mas Alan, asked to peel the onions just use a crying event! " tip the orange with his eyes closer as if examining the clear liquid that filled the silver eye.

"Body as big as the hulk, the onion enemy just use a cry? Really too.." plucked it once again by patting Alan's big arm and bring his face closer while giggling in front of the still pouting face.

Cup....

Instantly Alan pulled the nape of his wife and*******thin lips to stop babbling.

"Wmmmpp.... Mas Alan! " he said a leap by pushing a body that does not budge at all from its power.

" Don't prattle on...!" annoyed Alan whose eyes really feel sore, because slicing onions.

"Ting tong's... Ting tong's...! " Hearing the bell, Alan put down his knife and went to open the door.

The door opened wide, the two burly men would advance, but Alan retreated his steps, afraid that the smell of onions would be sniffed by his two friends.

"Why, Bro? " ask Dave.

"Like the smell of onions? " haris's words make Alan wrong.

"Don't tell me lo, cook again! Ahahaha! " dave's laughter instantly burst into the room.

"Sialann... Lo! What's the weekend here ? " At last the swearing managed to slide from Alan's mouth, when his two friends were already sitting sweetly on the sofa.

"Road, yuk! We're going to the rame-rame beach! " take Haris who deliberately gathers some of his friends. Alan thought for a moment, afraid that Orange would not want him. It is also impossible that he went alone or refused the invitation of Haris who had come to his house.

"But you guys eat here first! Orange has already cooked, dear if not eaten ", said Alan.

"Ready, man! " Hearing Dave's answer, Alan rushes to the back to tell Orange if his two friends are going to have lunch together. Of course, because the time is indeed when the afternoon. Meanwhile, Alan prepared some needs that he would bring later.

The three men were already at the dining table. Dave could hardly believe the menu his friend was serving.

"Seriously? This is what's cooking the orange? " ask Dave in disbelief as he ends their afternoon meal.

"Why? It knows the most expensive bacem" Alan said after wiping his lips with tissue.

"No reason. Just said, you were very lucky!" sahut Haris who is increasingly admiring the figure of Orange, Perfect wife.

"Cock can be most expensive? " Dave is still curious.

"Well, let's know how to ask red Brio!"

Alan's statement made his two friends laugh.

"Pinter is also the Orange, hahaha know her husband a lot of money and super save! " say Dave still with his wild laugh.

TB