Missing the Orange

07. Just Flow

They walk among the bustle of the city. From earlier on Orange linked his arm to the sturdy arm belonging to Alan. They were enjoying the night along the way. In fact, Jingga had invited Alan to turn in a shop on the side of the road to buy some snacks that he no longer enjoyed.

"You happy...? " tanya Alan still turned to look toward Orange who was still fun to enjoy the ice cream skewers.

"Yes ...! " brief answer Orange does not want to divert his pleasure of chocolate that is so smeared in the mouth.

They were only walking around the city because Alan's motorbike was parked in front of the food stall that had been their dinner place. Alan looked again at the woman next to him, beautiful.it was a new impression he got from the figure of Orange Andini. But, beauty alone is not enough to make someone fall in love.

"I'm pretty, right? " ask Orange as she glanced at Alan's still-at-home eyes looking at her.

"Lumayan, for the mountain boy! Hahahaha. "the laughter of Alan made Jingga glance fiercely at Alan. While screeching, Jingga put up her sour face.

"Yes pretty...! " answered Alan again. His hand pulled the head of the orange in his arms and gently ruffled the hair of the little girl nearby, "Basic! " summer in the heart.

After walking far enough, Jingga invited Alan to go home because his legs had felt sore.

"Haea... " One hit Alan on the shoulder, making the white man turn his head for a moment.

"Maive ...! " call Alan when you find out if it turns out that his best friend is currently greeting him.

"Remain the muter-muter street, like a confused person?" asked Dave who had noticed that Alan was walking with Orange.

"Who is he? Not bad.." continued Dave with a look for a female figure who hid behind Alan's burly arms.

"She's my wife, her name is Orange. "the words Alan immediately made Dave laugh out loud, assuming Alan was joking with her.

"Don't be kidding... ! I know, after Deandra you never dated anyone! " Hearing the words of a friend from her husband, made Orange release her arm link on Alan's arm. There was a sense of disappointment that infiltrated along with Dave's sentence. Feeling Orange move away from him, making Alan reflexively pull the orange arm over so his wife does not stay away.

Seeing Alan's reaction, Dave frowned to understand there was something he didn't know about Alan.

"Oh yes, tomorrow there is a shareholder meeting, to elect a new board of directors, I hope you come! And make sure it's in my pocket. " The man with a tall body that is not much different from Alan was choosing to go away from Alan and Orange.

"I'm already sleepy, can we go home now!? " tanya Jingga with a sad face.

"Yes, we're going home now" Alan replied.

Alan turned on the engine when the orange was already piggybacking behind him. He knew that if the orange wasn't okay. Motor sport was speeding through the city that is still crowded with people's activities back and forth, glimpsed orange from the rearview mirror, making the long-haired woman turn her face to the side.

Alan grew increasingly anxious with the usual rest of the chatty and fierce orange, until he pulled the arm of the circular orange on his stomach. No conversation or word came out of the two, until the bike turned in the courtyard of a minimalist two-story house.

Orange goes straight into the house. It felt like he wanted to jump straight into the room, shut himself up so that his brain could think more normally. Jealous...? Maybe it was that feeling that was struggling in his heart, but still he was still trying to cover up what had burned his feelings.

"Orang." call Alan while running after the orange that has reached the top of the stairs.

"I'm going to sleep, Mom! " the word orange just stops without looking. Then, he walked back.

"Wait a minute! " Alan is still chasing the orange. Greget, as there was no response from the orange, made Alan pull his wife's arm.

"Why, Mas? I'm already sleepy! " say Orange by pretending to yawn.

"Don't lie! " Alan pulled Orange to sit on the sofa of the TV room on the second floor.

Orange was silent, his face looked up at the face of the man who was embracing his body at this moment.

"Yes, she's my ex-boyfriend, but our relationship is long over. " Alan instantly cut to the core of what he wanted to say.

"Continue... ? " ask an orange who does not know what to answer.

"The bottom line would have betrayed our match. "Jingga answered still by cornering Alan.

"Yet saaayyaaaaangggg....! " said Alan with great emphasis.

"Heh...what?" sidelines the orange with a wink of his eyelids in front of Alan.

Cup....

Alan landed a kiss on the orange forehead. This time, Orange completely blinked her eyes. Trying to convince his conscious. His face now looks blushing even his tongue feels mute.

"Don't think weird, now yeah now, we just go through this. Geez, only the one who was kissed red blushed his face, what if I kiss there...! " pointing Alan to his orange lips made the girl instantly smother her mouth and run to the room. Seeing the orange behavior, made Alan chuckle amused, still with a tailed look toward the orange.

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The whole day was alone at home. Oranges do spend their time playing mobile phones and cooking. Saturated inside the house she spends her time on the balcony of her room overlooking the street.

"Just try if I'm in college, I'll have a lot of friends, not this whole thing! " orange grouse by putting his cell phone on the table. His eyes were already hot, while staring at the phone screen for most of the day.

He remembered his hometown, usually dusk like this he would spend his time to see the sunset on the hill. Right now he could only stare at the street and the palm trees that were lined up along the way.

"Still in the afternoon, Mas Alan will be home at night, meaning I have to wait for him a few more hours. "collapsing orange, then leaning his body on the sofa balcony in front of his room.

Jingga scrunched her eyes, focusing her gaze, as the awaited figure entered the gate by riding her favorite motorcycle.

"Mas Alan...!" orange shouted excitedly as he watched Alan walk over and open the door of the house. Don't want to wait anymore, he ran to see Alan as soon as possible.

"Don't run, Ngga! " said Alan saw an orange running down the stairs. Hearing Alan's cry, Jingga simply slowed down her steps.

"Mas Alan, we're home!" Orange jumped straight towards Alan, before finishing the bottom stairs.

"Orang..you can fall." said Alan who was shocked when the body of Orange jumped towards him. The small arm was perched on the shoulder of his field, followed by his leg which continued to latch on to his hard waist.

"Don't be careless, Ngga! You can fall "attack Alan by lifting up the body of Orange and walking towards the sofa. His gaze pointed towards the orange that looked happy when welcoming his return.

"She said to come home last night, Mom? " tanya Orange was still sitting on Alan's lap.

"Udah finished his meeting." replied Alan still looking at the beautiful face which was only a few inches away from him.

"Well, isn't Mas Alan the architect? How, getting involved in someone else's company? " ask Orange by rewinding her head to give Alan some distance to be able to notice the handsome face in front of her.

"Yes, there's some stock there, it used to belong to Mama. Keep fit I'm still abroad is a big architect salary. So, some of the projects that I worked on the results I can save to add some shares owned by Mama. "clearly Alan made Orange round his lips.

"Your lips are sexy Ngga, if it is like that. " Alan's seduction that makes the orange instantly rise from his thigh.

"Hahaha..just invited to say it's back, No! that's why you dare to get married." Alan snorted while laughing at the naive orange.

"Let's eat first, Mum! I was cooking squid oyster saos. " Oranga diverts Alan's conversation. However, the girl was still embarrassed when she mentioned physical contact.

"Ting. Ting.. tong" The sound of bells was heard on the sidelines of their activities.

"Let me open, Mom. " Gegas, Orange stood up and walked towards the door.

Tbc....

Don't Forget to Leave a Trace, Gaes....