Missing the Orange

81.Grieved

Orange's Pov

I still see deep sadness in my man's eyes. The sense of loss over the departure of the Princess for good makes Mas Alan still look moody. I know that Princess Eyang has many roles there, maybe also one of them who replaced her Mama. But, I don't want Mas Alan to be dissolved in prolonged grief, I see there is regret in his eyes, probably because he felt he had never cared for such an old woman, I feel like I can't give anything to him. 'Enough' for him to mourn.

It's been a long time, Princess Eyang left us, but Mas Alan still seems devastated by the loss of the person who has been very meaningful in his life and our relationships. In fact, before his departure, he advised us to take care of each other, to settle each other and even fill each other's gaps and shortcomings.

I still remember very well the wrinkled hand was still able to gently stroke my stomach after waking from the criticism, his lips also said a joke sentence if one day he would be present with our baby. I didn't expect that Eyang would leave us forever. At that time, I thought his condition had improved, but one night, after asking for water, he complained very sleepy and that was when he never opened his eyes again.

I was crying at the time, but someone was harder than me. Mas Alan, he immediately shouted hysterically accompanied by the roar of his cry that froze the situation instantly. I had never seen him like that before, I immediately embraced that huge body, trying to calm it down as much as I could. No matter how great a person may be at some point he needs someone to lean on, like right now, he who I think is strong and powerful is like losing power when someone meaningful in his life is gone for good.

Eyang Rumana's

Old woman who during her life is still synonymous with the viscosity of Javanese culture, she is a person who cares so much about what ethical manners and tepo seliro. Again and again I admire his spirit, always thinking positively and his always eccentric appearance as if he wanted to say if he was not someone who was a colot, more just love tradition.

His fierce face with an eccentric look does not describe his true self, he is a figure of compassion and ngayomi. Otherwise, everyone who is side by side with Eyang will not choose to give high loyalty, because many good things have been handed to others.

I approached Mas Alan who was currently sitting pensively, behind the house. A cigarette lit up with smoke billowing and soaring high then disappeared into the air that was currently accompanying him.

I put a cup of coffee on the table, then sat down next to her and hugged her so tightly, as if I wanted to tell her if I understood her sadness so well at the moment.

"Darling, I'm smoking! " mas Alan said to me, wishing I had stayed away because I didn't want to smoke. Mas Alan will only smoke when his mind is confused, of course as it is today.

I didn't flinch at his orders, made Alan pierce his cigarette and return my arms. He hugged very tightly, then gently kissed the top of my head. I looked up at her looking for something I could understand, I saw her own sadness and feelings being told through those silver eyes and then I tightened my arms again, it's like my body is telling me if he's not alone.

For a long time we were silent about our body language which strengthened each other. That afternoon, we were silent for almost an hour.

"Mas, "I broke the silence between us. I looked at the look on the face that was now looking down because I returned my gaze.

"I understand how you feel, but I need you too! " i said so selfishly, I ventured to say that. He slightly stretched the distance away from me, staring at my eyes so deeply, as if looking for something there.

"Our son." I continued in a soft, vibrating voice. I saw his gaze so tenderly, so different from the Mas Alan I knew before .

"I'm sorry! " he pulled me back in his arms. immersed myself in the firm grip of his hand, like it was the most beautiful thing for me.

I was silent, until Mas Alan slumped his body on the floor. Her hands were coiled around my waist, her face was closing in on my stomach, until for a moment she buried her kiss in my still flat belly.

"I'm sorry, though,...! I should have realized there were you guys waiting for me! " bluffy Mas Alan was still in the same position, my hand stroking his head gently. I was selfishly demanding that he return to being the old Mas Alan.

I saw Mas Alan as if his life belonged to us both, not his own. She sat down next to me, smiled and hugged me warm. A hug I miss so much.

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A month had passed, Orange stared at the twilight from behind the window. There was a longing for his mother. "Mommy used to scold me when I came home in the afternoon! " rumbling. For a long time he tried to contact his mother, but still could not connect.

"Is that tenant mother to me? " his murmur was soft as he closed the window curtain again. He was shocked when Alan was already standing behind him.

"Tomorrow, I'll find mom! Don't be sad! " bluffy by stroking the belly of a slightly bloated orange, there is a pleasure in itself when his hands are in the part that he currently favors.

"Mas Alan is going to find mom where? Mother has also lived in the village ", said Jingga by looking into the silver eyes.

"Where is it important that I meet. In any case, this misunderstanding must be rectified. I'll ask Haris to find mom! " obviously Alan tried to calm down Orange, he did not want Orange to go through her pregnancy with a sad feeling. There are too many problems that the end has hit.

"Darling... Watch yuk! " let Alan make Orange look at him in disbelief.

"Seriously...! " continued Alan again trying to convince Orange, if he seriously want to invite him to walk.

"Now? " Jango asked with doubt.

"Yes, now.... "

"I'll change clothes first! Oh yes, my clothes are starting to cramp! I want to buy some more clothes. "

"No problem.your money, it's a lot! "

"Oh yes, my! riding a motorcycle, right? "

"No...! " Alan immediately refused firmly Orange. He doesn't want to risk anything.

"We're just riding a sedan!"

"Ihhh... Alan! Alan Junior's on the bike! " whimper Orange followed Alan's step out of the room.

"No... ! Listen to me, baby. Want any reason if it's risky for my wife's child the account won't allow it! " Alan stopped his steps, framing his wife's tiny face by explaining what she was maxing out.

"When what is ileren? "

"I will love him, love you with the utmost whatever your condition! " Alan landed a kiss on his wife's forehead and then grabbed the tiny shoulder to get out of the room to the parking lot. They are ready to go and watch, without having to change clothes.

Seriate....

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