Missing the Orange

41. Negative Thinking

"Why are you, Cah Ayu? How to use the show? And that's why the jidat? " the daughter's cross when she saw Alan put an orange on the dining table chair. Actually, if only to step slowly Orange can still, but because of his regret for Alan, the woman will not let Alan pitch just like that.

"Fall down, ! " orange replied, his eyes looking intently at Alan, wanting to spill all his irritation on the man who was currently sitting in front of him.

"Can't walk, Eyang! Biasalah, many polah now use jarit yes, that is! " Continuously Alan mocked Orange as it deliberately made his wife endure with his anger. However, the orange is just silent even though his heart is currently very inflamed, yes... The irritation was because Alan seemed not to feel guilty and his speech was still painful.

After breakfast, Jingga chose to walk alone even though she had to slightly lift the fabric because it makes it not as free as when wearing pants or dress with a wide bottom cut.

###

"Is Eyang really healthy? " ask Alan reassured again when they were sitting casually in the pendopo, because later in the afternoon he wanted to go to Bu Sasmitha's house.

"It's so old, le! It's all right, you guys just nengokin Sasmitha. She must have missed her wedok son (daughter). " replied Eyang Putri who really understood the feelings of a mother.

By late afternoon, after the ashar prayer they say goodbye to the Princess and leave the spacious courtyard of the joglo house. Orange is still pouting, it feels like his legs are tied up, can not move as usual.

" Why keep pouting?" alan asked with just a glance towards the orange sitting next to him.

" Sucks! " That's all she said to her husband.

" Why sucks? Right, let's go back to Mom's! Don't pout so much. Later even thought I'd have taken care of my wife! " Efforting to persuade the woman beside him to display a smile, though the results failed as well.

"Ooh...! Intentionally, Mom? " When the steep road hit the head of an orange in the frame of the car window. He was thinking negatively about Alan.

"Why am I so sorry! " the orange murmur in his heart was accompanied by a rough sigh of breath.

The steep road they had gone through in just an instant, the Jeep car turned in the yard of Bu Sasmitha's house. Actually there is a sense of happiness between his feelings of regret for Alan is when he saw the house that has been a witness to him growing into a girl.

"Let's get off! "

"Can't go down! " he answered Alan's call. Alan got down first and opened the car door, then carried and lowered the orange from inside the car.

The atmosphere of the house looks quiet, but still looks former flowers and plants that are still wet because they are watered. Orange still runs with the calm balanced by Alan who also slowed his steps until he reached the door.

"Assalamualaikum.. tok toko! " Alan knocked on the door of the house that was already wide open as usual.

"Come on, Mom! " Oranga is already not aware of wanting to change clothes immediately.

" Husse... That's not polite! It's Mom's house." Alan's sharp gaze pointed towards the orange that had pursed his lips.

"Assalamualaikum... ! " greetings both in welcoming the arrival of the middle-aged woman with a big smile.

" Greetings waalaikum...Orange, Son Alan! " said Ms. Sasmitha who walked hastily towards the child and her daughter-in-law. Hugged Orange for a moment, as if wanting to complete his longing for this long.

"Let's go in...! " take Ms. Sasmitha with you after taking off her arms. They walked towards the common living room used for chatting and gathering.

"Mom, Orange will go to the room first! "permitation of Orange made Sasmitha realize the appearance of her strange child.

"Oh, that's ... We're going to the right place with no preparation, ma'am. And had to wear an orange kebaya Eyang."

"Mom, do you know if Orange is traumatized?" Alan finally asked her in-laws that. He did not waste the opportunity when the Orange was not with them.

"Yes, it's been a long time. What, Alan son regretting knowing the state of the Orange?" There was a sense of worry on Sasmitha's face of fear that her daughter-in-law could not accept her daughter's circumstances.

"It's not like that, ma'am. Why didn't you take her to a psychologist? Cassian Orange during certain situations such as thunderstorms and seeing machete, she experienced post traumatic stress disorder! Such a situation can make him depressed. " Alan is very fond if the state of the orange like can drag on for a long time.

"Is it getting worse, Alan boy? " It could be seen that anxiety on Bu Sasmitha's face when she heard the word depression.

"Until now I am in therapy, I think there has been progress, because he has been able to put resistance to his fear. But he still has to continue his therapy. "

"I'm sorry Mom, I'm just thinking about how to live a quiet life and stay away from a big family. So I never think about the condition of the orange that needs a psychologist. " It can be read by Alan many things that are still kept secret by his mother-in-law but he does not want to force Ms. Sasmitha to tell a story now.

"I understand. Pray that everything will go well. Don't worry, Orange can definitely cope with everything. "

"of course. Oh yeah, I'll prepare dinner first! " Sasmitha left Alan who then went to the room, the day before evening made his body charge to be cleaned. He recalled that the orange that used the day to wear clothes in the 18th century made him want to laugh amusedly as well as pity, unlike him who always stay in the car clothes for backup when he has to review the project on the field.

His gaze circled all over the corner of the room, but no orange was found in it. Alan walked up to the bathroom door, he was sure the orange was inside.

" No, you're inside? " he asked by sticking his head on the bathroom door. He was so curious why the orange is too long in there when the bathroom there is no bathtub.

" Orang...! " call Alan once again by knocking on the bathroom door a few times.

"Mas, my stomach hurts! I'm menstruating, can you buy me a sanitary pad? " The grimacing orange face endured the pain in his stomach, as he opened the bathroom door slightly.

"Slayers? "

"Yes, did I buy it myself? At the shop next door, Mas. Just walk a few meters. " The orange then closes back the bathroom door.

"Jeez Orange, it's not a matter of the way, but ... ! " Alan scratched his nape that didn't feel itchy. Never did he imagine buying a pad. What would people think if they saw him buying a pad.

"You what don't you want? " Crowd Orange from the bathroom, as if forcing Alan to agree with his wishes.

"Yes a minute...! "

With Alan forced to agree, inevitably he went out. Alan from afar had already researched the situation inside the stall, it was fortunate that the stall in a quiet situation made him speed up his pace.

"What do you want to buy, Mom? " when he arrived at the stall made him welcome the owner's mother.

"Buy it! " Alan pointed to one brand of sanitary napkin with the origin. his face was met with red restraining his embarrassment. Moreover, when he realized the presence of two girls to shop, it felt like he wanted to drown his face at the bottom of the ocean.

Seriate.