Missing the Orange

64. Feel Sick

Orange continued to be stunned staring at the drizzle that was so comfortable fluttering in the corner of the city. His current existence may be beyond anyone's prediction, even he himself does not believe that he is far from his former life.

His tired back rested on the wall of a shophouse where he was waiting for the rain to subside to return to his rented house.

Flash Back's

While holding a ticket with the purpose of the city of Jogjakarta, Jingga was pensive with a bright view. There were a lot of considerations he had to think about besides being disappointed and angry at Alan.

Seen, both eyes reveal clear details that immediately in the hole. Still feels crowded when remembering the incident of her husband making out with another woman. The shadow was still clearly visible in his memory. It felt really stirring all the flavors that ever existed, a sense that was difficult to name but disappointed.

"Mom, why are you crying? " ask a forty-year-old woman, who then takes a seat next to him. Orange immediately rubbed his eyes that were already moist, although still the middle-aged obedient woman saw if she had been crying since.

"No, Mom!" answer Orange a little embarrassed because it looks very clear if his life is in trouble.

"If in doubt, you should not go! Sometimes we have a hunch as a clue! " the veiled woman said with a smile towards the Orange, she could see the anxiety that was being felt.

"I don't know where to go, I just want to calm down for a while!" orange said, his fingers squeezing each other, his body looking thin and lethargic. Even his long hair looks wrinkled.

"If you want, you can stay in my house for a while! This is her home address, you can talk to my mother whose house is next to mine. " The woman offered a business card, and behind the card was a clear address. He did see the cluttered look of an orange, but the diamond rings and watches worth tens of millions made the woman believe that the Orange was not an indiscriminate person.

For a moment Orange thought, but there was no harm if he went to the corner of this city. He thought it was a safe place to be alone. She knew that if she stayed in a hotel or apartment, Alan would easily track her down, while she still felt disgusted to remember everything that had happened between her husband and the woman (Maya).

"The house is small, minimalist once and is in the suburbs, but the environment is quite good if to calm down! " The woman felt unbearable with a plain face of Orange, dull look and look tired so clearly as a sign that the woman ayu in front of her was frustrated.

"All right, thank you, Mom! I will see the house "he said, leaving the woman who was waiting for the Jogjakarta train car.

Jingga stepped out of the station looking for a taxi that would take her to the home address that would be her next stopover.

In the taxi, Jingga just realized how messy her life is now, the lecture is abandoned, she also does not know how to live, withdrawing money from the ATM as well as leaving a trace of its existence, because he knew Alan had a tracking team that no doubt had the ability to hack the security system. Ah, it feels so difficult that life will go through, but she is also not ready to meet her husband because of the heart injury that still feels sore.

His eyes warmed up again, he had no idea what he was going to do. The last time Ms. Sasmitha contacted him was full of anger because of her desire to know her father's background.

"Again the breakup, Ma'am? " ask the taxi driver who from earlier noticed Jingga repeatedly rubbed his tears. Only a bitter smile was in his treat to answer a question he thought was only stale.

Two hours drive makes the hustle and bustle of the city is now changed with a fairly quiet environment, still with public facilities and simple city planning. An orange-ridden taxi stops in front of a minimalist house in a small alley of a simple residential complex.

The Flashback

Stretched out his hand to reassure if the drizzle has stopped. Still carrying a black plastic bag containing melons, he again stepped back to the rented house. A considerable distance made him hold back tired, but how else? For a week he was not very appetizing, he felt all that because of the influence of stress and stress since the disgusting incident.

Orange opened the iron fence of her contract, but before entering, the voice of the old woman called out to her.

"Over..this is vegetable soup, grandma made a lot! " the mother of Mrs Amira, the owner of the house she had contracted, approached her with a bowl of rib soup.

"Thank you, Grandma!" the word orange makes the old woman smile before leaving the orange that hastily entered the house.

He left the rib soup on the dining table and immediately ran towards the sink.

"Hoek... huekk..! " the smell of onions that are quite stinging makes it feel nauseous and dizzy. He tightly closed the bowl until the aroma was not sniffed into his nose.

"O Allah, may my stomach acid be this bad! Would I die without anyone who loved me. "his grunts half gave up on slicing melons into small slices and taking them to the front room to eat.

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Looking at the tall-bodied figure with silver eyes that stared intently ahead, made Raka smile. He was very grateful if Alan started to act as usual, frankly he was quite overwhelmed to handle a lot of work since Alan did not enter.

"Good Morning, Bang! " raka said as Alan approached his desk.

"Pre-prepare design and schematic designs for suburban shopping mall projects!" alan then went inside.

For more than a week, he did not care about his job at all. Even so he did not find the bright spot of the existence of the Orange.

"Where are you, Ngga?" his sigh while occupying a chair that had been empty for a week just to find his wife.

In his view a picture of a smiling orange makes him miss his wife even more, a whimper that used to sound annoying now wants to return he heard. Alan again sighed heavily withstanding the yearning that was growing in his heart.

"Bang, these are just a few points for more I've sent in Bang Alan's email! " said Raka who seemed to arrive standing and handed a map on Alan's table.

"Ka, please print an orange photo, keep looking for a nice frame. I want to put it on my desk." Alan said by pressing the send button to send a photo of Orange to no Raka.

"Ready, Bang! "

Seeing Alan directly open the map in front of him made Raka step out by shaking her head, feeling silly with the behavior of people who are desperate because of living off her wife.

"You're smart, Bang. But honey is not good at recognizing women. His wife disappeared first, just confused to print her picture! " raka muttered with a sneaky smile wanting to laugh at Alan in dealing with women.

Seriate