Missing the Orange

40. The 18th Century View

Alan is still sitting at home in the back of the house of Eyang Putri. His hand was still scrolling the screen of his phone, reading some messages sent by Raka that discussed about work. Yeah, he told Raka he'd take three days off.

Orange who was still confused did not bring a change of clothes was now approaching Alan.

"Mas Alan, I don't have a change of clothes! How's this?" mooing when near her husband.

"Wear that in the closet! " answered stared at his phone. Make the orange feel dicuekin.

"Relaine? " orange Lady who is upset because of being questioned. She was sure that Alan would not let her wear lingerie anywhere.

"The cake is Eyang! " alana's suggestion made Orange roll his eyeballs. Just imagine it must look weird.

"Where can? Don't want to ! " The Sung by dropping himself next to her husband.

"Well to buy, where to buy it? " Alan sighed, put his phone on the table then leaned his back on the head of the chair.

"Awhile...!" Alan left Orange who was still pouting because since last night he had not changed clothes.

A moment later, the white man brought a pile of jarit and a kebaya top.

"This cake! Definitely beautiful. " Alan pulls the hand of the orange forcing the orange to accept it. The man who was still pinning his sneaky smile was again sitting next to Orange.

"Mas Alan, I don't want to wear this! It's like a really granny grandma. " Imagining the people of the eighteenth century makes the orange increasingly do not want to wear it.

"I am aduin to Eyang lo, say look like grandma, Mumpung Eyang here! " It appears that the Princess is walking towards them.

" No....! "Torange still tries to resist.

"E-y.." Yeah...." Alan's sentence hangs, because immediately Orange jumps on the chair and smothers Alan's mouth with both hands from behind.

"Awas... If you complain if the clothes look like grandma, nganggur address a year! " mute orange which Alan then answered with a nod. After getting an answer from Alan, make Orange back with his sitting position.

"Eh, why aren't you guys in the shower? It's almost breakfast! " eyang Putri reminded. Yes, anything in the house of Eyang Putri is arranged according to the clock.

"There's your first bath, ngga! " Say Alan by handing over the kebaya with a mysterious smile, making Orange can only resign because it is not good with Princess Eyang. Huh, it feels like she just wanted to snatch her husband's head.

"Eyang, what's the condition, Eyang? " ask Alan after the departure of Orange. That old woman looks fresher.

"Wes timid(already better)." replied Eyang Putri by sitting his body next to Alan.

" Eyang, what if Eyang lives with us in the city?" Still trying to persuade Eyangnya even though all this time always get rejection.

"Ora - yes... I'm here wae. I'm Ora opo opo, there's a lot of people here. Santoso Aseh iki wes koyok sonu dewe! Ojo kwater, everyone just misses you, Cah Nice! " push Eyang, he did want to spend his time in the old house because many memories with his late husband and daughter (Mama Alan) are gone.

"Alan thought, Eyang! " It still persuades the Princess.

"No opo opo (not what), just what would you like if you have a holiday playing here! "

"Yes, Eyang..." Alan already understood the reason why Princess refused his invitation.

After a serious conversation with Eyang Rumana, Alan went into the room, having a fuss in the bathroom with his wife.

While waiting for Orange to come out of the bathroom, Alan broke down his body, his hands bent into the pedestal of his head.

"So, would be happy to stay at Miss Sasmitha's house! There must be a lot of clothes there too. "he thought, so maybe later in the afternoon he planned to go directly to Bu Sasmitha's house.

The sound of the bathroom door opening, appeared Orange that really uses jarit and kebaya tops belonging to Eyang. Her lips pursed in anger, because she did not have a more decent and easy change of clothes to make way.

"Wuihhh my wife's beauty! " tempting Alan with a smile on his face when he saw Orange coming out of the bathroom, the man immediately got up to his wife who was already standing in front of the mirror. No matter the whereabouts of her husband nearby, the tiny hand was still combing her black hair.

"Go there! don't bother me, I'm upset. "he remembers the smiling figure staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"All right! " he said then immediately functioned his cellphone camera.

"Mas Alaaaann.... Where's cellphone? Where's?" Jingga tries to chase after Alan who deliberately teases her. The twitching of the jarit cloth indeed made it difficult for him to step. But she also did not want if her husband only collected photos of ugly photos, such as he had been pergoki, photos of his mouth that was gaping into wallpaper.

"I don't take it, if it's bad I'm ugly! Love his phone" Still trying to catch up to Alan with a step I lost and a tragedy ensued.

" Babghhh...?

"Ouchhh...! "

"Dugh... Pyaarrr! " The orange body fell down to nudge a table until it rolled and dropped some ceramics that became sweetener room space. However, a sleeping lamp that obeyed his eel now had to make him grimace in pain.

"Oh my God, sorry... Sorry, Honey! " the words of Alan immediately helped the body that had fallen asleep on its stomach on the floor to wake up. Of course, Orange cried with a cry of pain, because of his bleeding eel due to the impact of a sleeping lamp that hit him.

"Evil...! " That's the only word that speaks to Alan.

"Drt ... Drt... Drt...! " His hand reached for the mobile phone that was already shaking, while Alan had brought a medicine box to treat the bloody orange forehead.

"Hello... " Coming still with tears, Jingga answered a video call from Tyara, where she also saw Daniah.

"Hae, you why is that?" ask Daniah from sebrang make Jingga glanced sharply at Alan who was still plastering his forehead.

"I'm down! " orange replied still with a grunt in annoyance, glancing at Alan who was also looking at him.

"Fall drama or fall right, dress lo kyk pree wedding only! " tease Tyara who also saw Alan finished treating Orange.

"Preewed your bald spot, this is a real fall, this is also a real leak. " While showing his forehead that has been finished bandaged. Hearing the seriousness of Orange sounded laughter from his two friends who were across the country.

"It's really bad...! the orange snort grew irritated.

" Sorry! Oh yeah, we're running out of this KRS. When are you, Ngga?"

"I just got home, maybe go straight to campus for an KRS! "

" Cyp back, we're already a heavy nigger, Nih! "

"Yes yes... I'll close first, see you, daaaa....!" Orange waved at his two best friends. This time he just let out a sigh, looking at Alan who had just come out of the bathroom, having felt difficulty to stand up.

"Ready, wait a minute! " said Alan who had understood the intention of looking at Orange towards him, orange's annoyed look towards him actually wanted to make him laugh but was afraid of sin.

After, putting his comb Alan approached the orange who was still sitting on the floor, From earlier he was still glesoran on the floor waiting for Alan to help him to wake up.

"Marry very! " he muttered while lifting up the body of the orange and would take him to the dining room for breakfast.

"From having no morals! " orange insinuation who was really upset with Alan.

"Diturunin anyways? " Max Alan is still joking mode but it turns out to make the orange annoyance growing.

"Let's down! " Original, Orange is really upset. His forehead was still painful, not even the slightest guilt was visible from Alan.

TB

Thank you so many who have deigned to read my trivial writing 'Missing Orange' who still have a vote can dong in Mas Alan and Orange... sorry if the author can only give something like this. hehehehehe.......

Happy fasting for those who run....