Missing the Orange

66. Fainted Orange

As if in disbelief, his silver eyes found the tiny woman he had been looking for now stood staring at him with crystal grains that flowed profusely from both of his eyeballs.

The orange left the painful scene by running into the alley. His body suddenly shook with the cry. His hands were cold, the turmoil within such a mighty soul ruled over his entire body.

"Nga... The orange! " call Alan by pushing Maya's body rough until the girl in white hit her car body hard enough.

"Your...! " yaya shouted as she saw Alan running to chase where the direction of the orange went. If it wasn't for the local youth's arak event, Maya might have been chasing Alan who first ran to find the existence of Orange.

"Damn...! " victim Maya when a girl accidentally hits her. In fact, moments later the youth ranks blocked his view to reinvent Alan.

With a run, Alan chased after Orange who had entered the door of his rented house. His chest was beating faster, not because he was running, but all the sense that melted when he looked back at the orange.

"Wl...! " call him by holding his wife from behind as if spilling longing and love that has been held back long enough. Her bangir nose began to sniff out the fragrance she so longed for, making her heart race faster than usual. What Alan was doing was stopping the orange from opening the door to his house.

"I miss you, No! " he whispered softly in the ear of the orange, making the cold hand of the lingering orange open the link between the two arms of Alan's cigarette currently clutching himself so tightly.

Holding her throbbing head, the tiny body turned to face towards someone who was making herself disappointed a second time. Although at this time his heart rippled to hold all the flavors, but Jingga tried to look at Alan calmly. Her eyes now fell on her husband's silver eyes.

"I want us to get divorced, Mom! " the word slid like a man's heart-destroying rocket in front of him. The field's shoulders decayed and weakened instantly, his gaze eagerly scrutinizing every silent stroke that was painted on his wife's face.

"What, Ngga? " again, Alan wasn't sure what he had just heard.

"Yes, I want us to get divorced! " let the crow's hand hold both his shoulders. The look in his eyes was so deep as to reassure if he did not play with his decision.

"What do you mean, ngga? It wasn't the right decision. You have misunderstood .. "the sentence hangs when Orange releases Alan's hands from his small arms.

"Listen to my explanation first! " persuade Alan who seemed to lose strength after hearing the word divorce that was thrown from the tiny lips.

"No need to explain anything, Mom. It all seems so clear. " His glassy eyes looked at the confused and wailing face in front of him. There are no proper words to describe the feelings of the two, just a sense of dilemma that now melts them in their respective emotions.

"Everything is not sep.... "

"Stop escalating the situation. Let our relationship end here so that we don't hurt each other anymore." Orange asserted, his voice trembled with disappointment, sadness and anger that made him no longer able to calm down.

"No! I'm not going to let you go. "elak Alan, there's a fear in imagining losing a woman who's now a priority.

"At least let me explain everything, No! "

"Nothing to explain anymore! I'm tired, go! " his screech with a voice echoed along with his cry that shook both of his shoulders.

"Go!!! Please go, let me be calm...." After his voice that screamed loudly now his sentence sounded soft. His hysterical cries dominating every corner of the room made Alan choose to reverse his steps.

The small body was humming leaning against the wall of the living room. A moment later the decays are not strong enough to withstand all the burdens that exist.

"Go, Mum! I want us to get divorced! I lost love and trust for you." she said softly still with her head resting on her arms bent over her knees.

Seeing the orange so angry at him, Alan retreated his steps. The last sentence of Orange sounded heart-rending, the corner of his eyes now condense, especially when he saw the state of Orange that felt to tear all the flavors that had been given to women who currently look down. Is that a orange? Seeing the cry of Orange his heart was already in pain. Alan chose to leave behind the still crying Orange, even after his departure, the cry of Orange turned into a roar that echoed throughout the room. His eyes felt dark, his head throbbing even his weak body was now decaying falling to the floor.

Those beautiful eyes blinked, as his lingering consciousness began to recover. His gaze circulated staring at the entire room, the black eye bead only found a woman as old as Bu Hani's mother Bu Amira who was waiting for him anxiously.

"Thank God you're sober, son! " he said when he saw Orange opened his eyes wide.

"What's going on? " tanya Jingga felt confused by her condition.

"You fainted, fortunately there was a mas mas with a bule face that helped you. He told me, he even made chocolate milk for you! Come on, drink it so that your energy will recover." the explanation of the old woman made Orange speechless.

The Flashback Back

Hearing the roar of orange cries, Alan stopped stepping out of the stainless steel fence. Doubt makes him want to see the condition of the orange again. There was no sound anymore, making Alan hesitant to open the door, afraid that it would make Orange even more shaken when he looked back at himself.

For a moment he sighed to decide between opening the door or not. His hands turned the door handle so as not to sound noisy, afraid to invite the attention of Orange.

"Orang." cried Alan when he saw the body of an orange decay on the floor. Without thinking long Alan cradled the Orange and put it on the bed, his hands rubbed soft hands cold Orange, then look for eucalyptus oil to be poured in the area of the nose so that Orange quickly realized.

With a worried heart, Alan called the elderly woman who was sitting on the porch of his house next to the rented house of Orange.

"Please, Orange fainted. " Mum Hani immediately followed Alan who went back into the house. Meanwhile, Asking Bu Hani to wait for Orange, Alan made a glass of condensed chocolate milk. He felt like the orange had lost a lot of energy, even his body looked thin and lethargic, the black circumference around his eyes made Alan guess, if the orange was sleep deprived.

Bringing warm milk into the room, Alan looked back at the now pale face and looked weak.

"Why is he not conscious yet? Should I take him to the clinic? " lamented Alan with anxiety when he saw the state of Orange that had not yet opened his eyes.

"So soon he'll realize! I saw him throw away his food a lot, he was so unappetizing! " clearly the old woman by rubbing the orange palm with eucalyptus oil.

"I'm pinching the orange. Take him to the doctor, Grandma! I have to leave because I have a lot of work to do! " said Alan by stroking his orange forehead and landing his kiss there. Alan's treatment of Orange makes Bu Hani full of question marks, who Alan really is.

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