Missing the Orange

74. Feelings of affection

In the lower room, after waking up, Orange Still cried. She felt guilty about her mother, however she knew that her decision had failed her. The one who raised him with love.

"Shuuutt, shutt. don't cry, yeah! " Alan tried to calm the weeping orange. He wiped away many times the tears that were dripping endlessly from the two already swollen eyes. His nose was flushed and his cheeks were still moist.

"Dear, pity our baby. He can feel your sadness! " Alan was still trying to stop the cry of Orange, it could be seen that his shoulder was still shaken due to the sobbing that was difficult to stop.

Orang-orang dipped his face in the chest of Alan's field, can be felt the heartbeat of the man so clearly. How could she leave her husband. It is not just a feeling of love that is taken into consideration. But a rule of his belief became a benchmark of Orange decided it.

"We'll explain everything again to Mom! " Alan was still looking for a point where he could calm his wife down.

"I hurt him, Mom! I understand that you love me too much, I find it hard to choose between you.

" Yes I understand your position! We'll find another way out, but you eat first! " alans pinta he does not want the condition of the orange to drop. Still drowning his wife in his arms on the bed.

"Tok... tock.... tock...! " the sound of knocking on the door that had actually opened made Alan turn his head.

"Mas Alan, dinner's ready! " said Bi Murthi. Before nodding at the door of the room that was already open, the middle-aged woman had time to go back and forth and think a few times. Afraid of disturbing both of his employers who were in trouble.

"Yes Bi, soon we'll eat!" Alan's statement made Bi Murthi leave them. He chose to go to the back house so as not to disturb his two masters.

"Darling, do I need to bring the food to the room? " persuade Alan.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. I'm gonna eat. " Corange then inching up. His face was already swollen. I don't know, how many hours has she been crying? he himself did not realize it.

Alan pulled one of the dining chairs for the Orange. The young pregnant woman was menu on the table, but nothing made her tasteful, it could even be said to make her a little nauseous.

"Mas, which one is my empek? " his question recalled the food he had bought from earlier this afternoon.

"There is still, but part of me asked Bi Murthi to share it with people. Now eat rice first! "

"I want your fried rice and eggs, Mas!" pinta Orange makes Alan a little riled up. Making a single egg almost empty, how to cook fried rice? I don't think he can do it like this anymore.

"If you don't want to! "

"Yes, I'll try it, baby! " Wouldn't want Alan to start concocting spices, in refined with blender, he did not want Orange too much consumption of instant instant.

Seeing Alan who was so bothered in the kitchen Orange also walked over, waiting for Alan up close. Can be seen the look of the face stiffened Alan, the forehead that has revealed sweat grains and can be sure the kitchen is dirty and very chaotic.

"Darling, just wait at the table! It's getting ripe soon! " he said he did not want the orange to be exposed to hot oil splashes.

"I love you, Mom!" Orange hugged Alan again, this time his eyes glazed with glass considering the problem of choosing. Alan only kissed the top of his wife's head briefly. He was afraid that if he was a little careless, his fried rice would become charred.

Hearing the commotion in the kitchen, the middle-aged woman walked up the alley to the kitchen.

"Loh, Alan... Why didn't you tell me you wanted fried rice? " Bi Murti felt bad because Alan cooked his own fried rice.

"Yes Bi, Alan junior and his mother again! " interrupted Alan after turning off the stove. You can see sweat pouring from the man's body, after cooking.

"Wahhh... Congratulations to Ms. Orange and Mas Alan, May all be healthy! " It could be seen a happy hue emanating from Bi Murti's face.

"Oh yes, sorry I was able to hear the commotion in the main room. I'm sure Ms. Sasmitha was just carried away by her feelings of regret with her mother Orange, she won't leave Mbak Jingga! But maybe, he did need time. "clear Bi Murti who also saw Orange who had fainted and cried for hours.

"The horror is dear...! You don't go overboard. We will definitely explain to Mother, but not now. "persuade Alan by showering the cheeks of Orange with a Kiss, instead making the middle-aged woman blush to see it.

"I'm sorry then! " said Bi Murthi leaving them both.

Orange brings fried rice and eggs ceplok that can not be ascertained taste. While Alan tailed from behind by opening one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"Yes, how hot! " The complaint that then put his shirt on the back of the chair. If only he had not waited for Orange to eat first, he would have already jumped into the pool.

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In a house that he had long abandoned, Sasmitha was still pensively thinking about the events of yesterday with Jingga. Of course, she was very disappointed because her favorite daughter preferred to believe in her husband rather than her.

Among the ranks of classic objects that are still neatly arranged to inhabit decades in the house of the relics of Eyang Hadi, arrived Sasmitha missed Cokro, husband who had left him long ago.

"If you were still there, my. There must be something to protect the orange, the fruit of our love. "he murmured with glassy eyes.

"Den Ayu, someone's looking! " said Mbok Minah, a person who is believed to guard the historical house belonging to the Hadinoto family. Maybe, if the language of the palace can be said with the term abdi dalem.

"Please come in, Mbok! " sasmitha's decree had invited Faizal. Believers from the heyday of Cokro Raharjo to the present.

Can be heard the sound of the knocking of pantofel shoes that are getting closer to him. The man had already memorized the ins and outs of the mansion and where he would meet his master.

"Good morning, Madam!" greet Faizal when he sees Sasmitha's whereabouts. The man who always appeared neat from antiquity until now was in front of Sasmitha.

"How, Zal? When can I meet Mas Wirya? " Sasmitha did want to talk about all assets on behalf of Orange. From what has been told Faizal makes Sasmitha does not want to take risks. However, Orange must have its rights from the legacy of the Hadinoto family. She doesn't want Alan to leave Orange one day, her daughter's life has no future.

"I've contacted Mr. Wira several times. But, he has not given certainty Madam. "said the middle-aged man who still has a sturdy stature.

"Please try it immediately. I don't want to take the risk of always buying time, "the word of Sasmitha who was then embraced by her confidant.

"Oh yeah, what's your daughter's condition? Can I still be treated at home with a psychologist? Or be rehabilitated in a mental hospital? " Hearing Sasmitha's question made Faizal sigh weakly. There is a lot of hate going on there.

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