Missing the Orange

56. Learning to Understand

"Geez, how cold the weather so really." grumbled Orange, afternoon that turned into evening makes the air in this mountainous area getting colder until it felt pierced to the bone. The orange picks up the scarf that it carries to circle around its neckline.

Alan, who had just entered the room, saw that Jingga was putting a scarf around her neck, making the man turn to the window and step up to close it.

"It's cold? " ask Alan when he sees Orange rise to the top of the bed and pull the blanket to cover part of his body.

"Hmmm... " The orange just muttered with a hand squeezing the phone screen. While Alan looking for AC remote and immediately push the off button.

"It's cold? " with the same question. Alan stared at the still serious orange staring at his phone.

"Hmmm." still with the same answer without seeing Alan who had been staring at him. The orange black eye bead does not switch one bit from the phone screen because it is chatting with two friends.

"Baby, Alan! " Anga's reflection held a scarf around his neck while looking over Alan's face, which was only a few inches from his face. Alan who tried to open the scarf wrapped around his favorite area was stopped.

"Let's not cold! " the phrase Alan made Orange nervous, still with the same turmoil when he was at a thin distance with a man who was already part of his life. The heartbeat that was getting tighter, even his body slightly trembling held back the nervousness that plagued his current feelings.

"Don't refuse, I've been holding him back from yesterday, honey! " the Alan's pinta is closing in on the distance between them.

"But.". "the orange sentence is interrupted when his lips are silenced with a demanding kiss from the husband.

They struggle to warm each other between the cold of the night. Still as usual, the indo-faced man always dominated the hot activities whenever they did. The roaring breath and long sighs proved that the two were lulled in pleasure, and even the humble moans sounded as they ended their union.

"I'm tired, Mom! " whimper Orange when she feels overwhelmed serving her husband's pent-up passion from yesterday.

"Just two rounds, baby! " take Alan a moment to stop his guerrilla under the blanket. The man who was still waiting for the figure next to him also ensured the state of Orange so as not to happen again accident fainted like the first time they did it.

"Two rounds but too long, making my bones crumble! " we still close his black eye bead.

Alan shuffled to sit up, leaning his back on the headboard. His gaze turned to look at Orange who chose to close his eyes because of fatigue. A faint smile rose on Alan's thin lips with his outstretched hands removing the haircut that covered his wife's pretty face.

" You are so beautiful! But there's something I like more about you, though you're fierce but you're very kind, my naive wife! " his murmured softly still with a smile attached to his lips.

"Mas Alan was praising or seducing? " tanya Jingga is still enjoying her rest after feeling very tired.

"Two, yes, if I ask for my wallet?" persuade Alan.

"No...! " a brief orange reply made Alan kiss his wife's squashy cheek, "stubborn bastard! " then he went to the bathroom, leaving behind a smiling orange with his eyes still closed.

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Orange blinked because of the sunlight that penetrated from the cracks of the window curtain of his room. After the lightning dawn prayer he closed his eyes again because he still felt his body was tired.

His hand touched the place next to the one that turned out to be empty, where did the man who had made him almost paralyzed go? Curiosity made him force his tired body to rise. Immediately, he grabbed his bag checking back the contents, maybe Mas Alan had already taken back his wallet, but it was not. The wallet is still in his bag.

Feeling sorry if her husband comes out without a penny. Spring, the orange gets out of bed. Just by washing his face, he came out with his bag to look for Alan.

Still wearing long pajamas with hair curled from the original, Jingga walked out of the villa, looking for Alan's whereabouts around the villa. Had felt confused because the bike was still in the villa, finally Jingga decided to look for Alan to the project site.

The atmosphere of the morning was still fresh and a little foggy, even the dew was still hanging on the end of the leaves that were sometimes nudged by his arms. The orange speeds up his steps in search of Alan's whereabouts on the project site. It could have been that her husband needed a wallet that he had confiscated from yesterday, that was all Orange thought.

"Orang, come! " call Alan, when you see Orange at the project site. The woman who suddenly felt insecure because of the appearance of her sleeping building was still slowly walking closer.

"She's my wife, her name is Orange Andini! " alain said to the head of the serveior team while embracing his wife's small shoulder, making Orange nod politely for the greeting.

"Beautiful, very young yes, you are very lucky, sir! " the man replied with a look at Orange with his friendly smile.

"I'll excuse you! To review the other section! " The man, who looked several years older than Alan, left them both.

"What's up, baby? " ask Alan.

"Just want to drop off Mas Alan's wallet, afraid Mas Alan needs it! " orange answered with his arms outstretched, handing over a black leather wallet belonging to Alan.

"You've been disobeying? "

"Sorry, I look forward to waking up! " The Orange Answer makes Alan smile thinly, then pulls the Orange on a rearview mirror of a motorcycle owned by workers.

"Oh my God,...! " At once the orange flicked its hair loop and continued to feed it forward as Alan showed some kissmarks around his neck.

"God, Mas Alan, the person must have seen it, just right before passing people they must have smiled strangely. Ichh... shame on me, Mas! " Jango turned to look at Alan full of question marks, his face blushing how embarrassed he was to imagine people thinking perverts about him.

"Yes, Ngga. Why shame too! that's also worship, right?"

"Badah also does not have to be known by others, Mas! " cubby orange still with reddened face.

"Let's go home! " get Alan by embracing the waist of the Orange.

"Mas Alan, is it done? "

" Already...! "

"crutches.. crutches! " the sound of an orange belly made Alan turn his head and stop his steps.

"Loh, you haven't had breakfast? I asked the villa guard to prepare breakfast."

"No chance, I was in a hurry to carry Mas Alan's wallet! But why did Alan suddenly become so good? "

"Have I not been good with you all this time, no? Are you not happy with me?".

Orange stopped his footsteps, his eyes looked at Alan's face full of search, looking for the truth of what was happening to make it suddenly changed drastically.

" What acting really is? "

"Oh my goodness, Orange! " Alan then clasped his half-orange hand to pull him back to walk.

"I may have been too ignorant all this time. For others it's important if I don't think it matters, I never care, whatever it is. But now that I have a partner I shouldn't think that way, I should try to understand your world as well, because you and I are going to be us. Thank you always there for me! " Their journey home was more filled with chatter dominated by Alan. Did her husband really love her with all his heart? Not just this matchmaking? Or not just need him to be his partner? Ah, this morning Jingga just smiled while struggling spoiled on her husband's arm without much expression with many words as usual. He did not want to ruin the moment that made his heart flower with many insignificant debates.

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