Missing the Orange

05. Labile Wife

"Jingggaaaa .. why does the vomit not matter!" alan said with great emphasis. Suppressing emotions that want to just explode.

"Sorry...! " said Orange with a face, this time his gaze was clear.

Almost the man with a sharp nose was ignited emotions, but when he saw the beautiful eyes that looked at him with compassion even make alan heartless. As if someone had realized it, if the woman was his wife.

"The punishment is tomorrow you're the one who washed that shirt!" said Alan took off his shirt and left only a white shirt that printed his wavy body.

"Yes." answered the orange with a wiry.

"Come, get in the car! There's still an hour's drive." Alan said by opening the car door to Orange.

"Mas Alan, can we find a warm drink first! " the orange pinta who still felt his body was still limp.

"Yes, just a minute!" alan answered, then back at the wheel.

Occasionally in the lyrics of Orange who just fell silent. Alan felt anxious when he saw the face of Orange look pale.

"Are we going to the doctor? " ask Alan with a glance at the orange.

"No, my mom! I just want a warm drink." lirih Jingga still with her head resting on the car seat.

A moment later Alan turned his car towards a nearby restaurant. By holding the small arm, Alan entered the restaurant that was not too crowded.

"What do you want to eat, no?"

"I don't want to eat, I'll have some warm tea! My stomach's nauseous, she's afraid of vomiting and I want her to be up fast, too."

Alan left the orange that put his head on the table. A moment later Alan brought warm tea in packs so that it could be drunk in the car.

"Want to drink here? What's in the car? "

"On the car! " answered the orange which then forced his body to rise. In addition to his head that feels dizzy, now his body also begins to feel weak.

Alan walked with his wife's small shoulder, afraid that suddenly Orange fainted, because Alan saw the body of Orange began to sweat cold.

"Here..drink first! " Alan handed over the warm tea packaging to Orange, then returned to drive his car.

"You used to pick up vehicles? " examine Alan.

"Not really, but from yesterday I wasn't feeling well! " obviously Orange while sipping warm tea.

After five dozen minutes, the jeep car has entered the garage of a minimalist two-story house that is designed very unique.

"Would you eat first? " ask Alan after they get to the living room.

"I want to sleep first, Mas." replied Jingga quickly, as if to end the conversation with Alan immediately.

"You sleep in my room first! "To swallow his saliva with difficulty, his throat felt choked, when he heard they had one more room.

"No need to think macem! I'm just afraid you're dropping! " alana said by pinching the tip of the tiny nose. Orange's face became blustery as Alan was able to guess what the contents of his brain were.

"There was only my room and the library on the first floor" Alan continued as he stepped into his room.

Orange tailed behind Alan who was currently opening his room. The word that comes to the brain is Orange, a room that looks large and comfortable with paint and perfume a masculine room.

"Rest! I'll be out for a minute."

"Don't go far! I'm afraid to be alone. "pinta Orange.

"Hmmm....If I need anything I'm in the living room." said Alan who then left the orange that had laid the body in bed.

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"Waduh."." he complained as he muttered while his hands and feet were coiled on Alan's body. On the ground he shifted his body so that Alan did not know if he was the one who had overstimulated him.

He looked at the face of the man next to him before he got out of bed.

"Why smack-dip? " said Alan by pulling one arm of the orange that became the focus, making the body of the Orange fall on the chest of his field.

" Aaauuuhhh. I'm not putting on Mas Alan's body either. I just don't want Alan to wake up! " answered Orange with a face looking up at Alan's face.

"really? " tanya Alan was still holding onto the body of the orange that had fallen on his chest. The real question does not need a lying answer from Orange, from earlier the man had been awakened even though his eyes were still closed, even he had time to look at the face of the slumbering orange ayu for quite a long time before Orange woke up.

"I will pray first, Mas." said Jingga wanted to immediately escape from the situation that made his heart beat irregularly.

Alan released a small body that moved to the bathroom. His eyes were trailing towards the woman he was beginning to recognize.

Orange Andini, the girl he suddenly married. Ten years ago, the match happened. A smile is embedded in Alan's thin lips when he remembers he has married a young girl. The girl who was only nineteen years old, while she was currently twenty-eight years old, "Like a pedophile." he murmured softly as if wanting to laugh at himself.

The orange pinched his long hair upwards, after the dawn prayer he came out of the room looking for the kitchen. His stomach feels hungry especially last night he did miss dinner to choose to sleep faster.

Before looking for ingredients to cook, he wanted to make a warm drink first. His eyes were looking for tea and sugar. The woman snorted, when she saw the object in her car was located in the kitchen cabinet which was quite high.

His feet tiptoed with his hands reaching for the jar he was aiming for.

"Aarrhghhh.... "

"Mkrnrank ....! " The scream goes hand in hand with the fall of the coffee jar. Meanwhile, his body hit Alan's body because the stocky hand was faster pulling him backward before the fall of the coffee jar. Fortunately, the jar was made of plastic.

"Don't force your height! " laced Alan with a flat face.

"Well, the kitchen set the height, anyway! " answer Jingga still refutes.

"I don't think my wife is much different than me! " hearing Alan's words made the orange push the tall body away.

There was no further rebuttal from Orange, Alan's sentence immediately hit his heart. Orange again felt she was not the wife Alan expected.

"Ngga, make me tea, sugar half a spoon" Alan said before leaving Orange. But, just a few steps away, Alan turned his head back towards Orange. Confused, is there something wrong with his words? Until suddenly made Orange speechless with an annoyed face.

Orange brought a cup of tea to Alan. Still in silent mode, Orange put the tea and passed it. Not until he returned to the kitchen, there was already the sound of bells ringing in a row, making Orange choose to open the door.

"Sorry, Bang Alannya is there? " A girl of high height and white skin was already standing at the door.

"Some, I'll call you a minute. "

"Eh, no need! I just want this nitip for Bang Alan. You who? " ask the girl by handing her a paper bag containing a lunch box and a book.

"I'm the new maid! " answer a brief orange with a restraining of resentment.

"Oh .. Then, excuse me! I'll stop by sometime! " After the girl's departure, Orange again closed the door. His steps came to a halt when the figure that got the seat was in front of him.

"There's a deposit...! " Jangga handed the paper bag to Alan.

"Why answer it like that? " Alan chases Orange into the kitchen. He had already read the orange sour face.

"From an abbreviation of reason, Mas! "

"Jingga.....! "

"Yes.., I want to clean the coffee first! " Alan was silent for a moment, looking at the stubborn Orange. It might be natural, if girls the age of Orange is still unstable.

"Eyang...why match me with a young girl who is still unstable? Does anyone want to test my patience? " murm Alan muttered furiously. How could she accept this marriage if the difference was significant enough? Alan could only shake his hair, venting his frustration.

TB