Missing the Orange

44. Taxpayer

"Sorry, Brother. I've been picked up! " the phrase orange makes Arga stop chasing him. The guy who was about to finish college was looking at the curious orange and Alan who walked out the gate. In Arga's mind, who is the Indo-faced man who seems to always follow the existence of Orange?

Both of them were currently in the car, Alan was still speechless staring at the road in front of him. Many things still want to be said to Orange, but his brain is still digesting in order to convey it calmly.

"Mas Alan, angry huh? " tanya Orange precedes breaking the silence between them. Actually he already understood if the man who is currently trying to focus on his wheel is indeed in a bad mood because of him.

"Can't you just focus on college? " alans said without looking at Orange who was looking at him at the time.

"Don't we talk about it a couple of times, have we? What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, but I just want you to focus on college. If you have a lot of activities, tiredness, not to mention the house, when do we have a baby? " Alan was still trying to speak calmly.

Hearing Alan's words made Orange silenced, he knew that the difference in thinking could not be resolved in the middle of the road like this. Orange let out a long sigh and leaned his head against the car window, making Alan glance at his wife in a flash.

"Why silence? " ask Alan who still wants the Orange to obey everything that has become his will.

"Nothing is impossible for God, if He wills. It is not a matter of tiredness to get a baby but it is also a fortune, Mas. "kilah Jingga began to feel upset.

"But we have to try, right? Don't you have responsibilities at home?"

"You said no, just say it! No need to muter! " the grunt by pursing his lips, made Alan stop the debate that must have been difficult to find common ground.

Alan turned his car around at home, parked the Jeep behind a camry sedan that had no police number. It seems, Jingga wanted to ask the owner of the car but was stopped, because the situation was less conducive between herself and Alan.

Orange immediately opened the car door and walked into the lower room. He held his weight, then rested his head in the hands of the sofa. Alan entered the room, but the man chose to just glance at his wife and passed into the bathroom.

Clenching her eyes, she looked back at the clock hanging on the wall of the room, almost half an hour she had fallen asleep on the sofa. His gaze circulated looking for Alan's figure, but he was not found in the room.

Still curious, Orange decided to look for Alan's whereabouts. Smelling the aroma of cooking that was very fragrant when he came out of the room, it was also what shifted the purpose of the tiny woman who was supposed to go upstairs to change direction towards the kitchen. The orange paused his steps for a moment, when he saw Alan standing facing the pantry. Where is Bi Murti? why is Alan in the kitchen? She thought she felt bad because she was sure that Alan was preparing dinner.

"Mas Alan, why cook for yourself? Why not wake me up? " The orange that was currently hugging him from behind made himself startled and stroked the small hand that was already coiled in his hard belly.

" I'm not cooking. I just warm the food." he replied by looking at the orange still attached to his back.

"Why not wake me up? " Where is Bi Murti? " ask Orange while still resting her head spoiled on her husband's back.

"You seem very tired. So, I thought to wake you up later, when dinner is ready. "

"Where's Bi Murti going, Mas? "

"Bi Murti asked for permission to go home this afternoon, because his son was sick and he had to take care of his granddaughter." explained Alan, who was visited by Bi Murti this afternoon before returning home.

"Mas Alan, you're home this afternoon? I'm sorry I'm late to come home! " the word orange makes Alan pull the body that holds him from behind it slightly sideways to line with him. There was no answer, only that the burly hand grabbed the body next to him and kissed the top of his wife's head.

" Where to take a shower! Before we have dinner." Alan said, making the tiptoed orange kiss the thin feather-filled jaw.

Waving her hair, she walked towards the bathroom to clean her already sticky body.

Alan actually prepared dinner this time, even he also made apple juice to complete his dessert.

Orange came out of the room with a fresh face, even he had changed in pajamas shorts and singlet made of satin.

Seeing all the dishes ready at the table made him feel uneasy himself. Alan did deliberately use a more subtle way to reprimand Orange, because he knew the character of his wife who was harsh. Debate and pressure would only make the petite woman in front of him even more against him.

"Mas Alan, give me time at BEM until the end of this year's stewardship period. Can ya? " Organic Requests in between their dinners. As a wife Orange felt guilty as Alan prepared dinner.

"Yes.it's up to you, Ngga! " Alan replied who sounded not excited about it.

"But don't get angry and keep donk, later get older, lo! " Alans only snorted annoyedly at the old banter from the Orange.

"But still handsome, the proof is that cute and kind young women like I still want to be with the old one. " continued Jingga while winking her eyelids, making Alan increasingly anxious to look at his wife.

"Let's eat it fast... ! " said Alan still withholding his smile.

" Why do you have to be fast? " tanya Orange who then put the feed back into the mouth.

"Eating young leaves! " Seloroh Alan makes orange cheeks again blush.

"What the hell, Alan? " orange protests are still in shame.

They were silent until dinner was over, Jingga cleaned the dirty dishes and assisted Alan.

"Mas, in front of whose car? " tanya Orange is still with soaping dirty dishes.

"Red Brio's replacement! " answered Alan by putting a clean plate.

"Why should camry, then every year spending on taxes is increasing lo! "

"Not much calculation, Ngga! I also pay the tax, besides it's also our wedding gift car from Papa! "

"Heh... The base turns out to be a stingy who's here? Not making a promise. "

"Emang still wants his Red Brio? No love paying taxes? " tawal Alan convinced Orange once again.

"I'm not interested in cars! " among orange, they finished the action in the kitchen along with the sound of the bell.

"There's a guest, you go in first! Change clothes there!" Orange runs into the room, while Alan opens the door which turns out to be Raka who comes with a report that Alan must sign at that moment.

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