ORANGISH

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Peaceful dawn, when it can be one shaft behind our partner. Grabbing hands and kissing them reverently. Then it was countered with a brief kiss that landed on the forehead. That is the priceless gift of God.

Orange and Dawn throw each other a smile, when they can again perform the ritual as Muslims together, after what they passed some time ago. The two cupped their hands to each other's chests with their eyes closed. Begging for everything in their hearts. Then one aamiin from the back row of the priest airs when the end of a do’a.

Slowly Orange, began to rise from his seat tidying up the new prayer mat

only they use. He also folded his face and kept it in a drawer on the side of their bed. As for Dawn, the man crawled back to the bed. He threw himself next to the princess. Since the kidnapping some time ago, Orange and Dawn decided to temporarily sleep with their daughter.

“What are your plans today dear?” ask Fajar, when Jingga was about to sit in front of the dressing table to tidy up her hair.

“As per my promise yesterday Mas, I want to visit Madam Oma with Mama. I'll cook Mrs Oma's favorite meal after this”

“Honey, plis stop the call that impressed alai it. You simply call with

just call it Oma. Same as me”

Orange giggled amusedly to hear the words of her husband, not just the husband who

said the call was alay. Even Madam Nadin said so. But what can orange be? If one wants such a call is his own oman.

“Let Mas. That's all Oma's request. I don't want to disappoint him. Oh yes, I want

in what masakin? Let me make it” later

Orange stopped for a moment the activity of combing his hair. He put the comb back in its place. Now his hand is stroking the cheek of Gendhis.

“I actually want to eat you. But I don't think the time is right yet, you're

busy. How about tonight?” Dawn looked at him with her face. He raised his eyebrows in turn when he saw his wife.

“Ih what’an si mas”

Orange threw a pillow gently into her husband's face and passed away leaving the man. Before he changed his mind and wanted to eat it right then and there.

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The orange pensive for a moment when standing in front of the refrigerator. He was confused as to what to make for Oma. Foods that can arouse his appetite later. He glanced at the ingredients still available there.

I think I should make something different for Oma.

Mama said if Oma, don't want to eat rice. He will vomit his veins back when he reaches the esophagus. How about making lontong race only.

After arguing with himself the orange began to execute his cooking. It cooks

lontong with lightning method timed shortly. He who was helped by Asih quickly finished his cooking immediately. In less than an hour, all the food was served. In addition to making racing lontong food for Oma, Orange also makes for the entire occupants of the house there without exception.

“Ma, is ready” said Orange while tidying up the bushel on the dining table.

“Come, we have breakfast at the hospital with Oma and Papa. I think that way Oma will want to eat”

“Alright Ma, then I will add the portion”

The orange again prepares everything deftly. His fingers are so good to

set the needs for the morning.

“Be careful on the road. Call if it has arrived at the hospital” shouted Fajar who was carrying Gendhis in his arms.

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“Assalamualaikum Nyonya Oma” said Orange courteously when starting to enter the Oma outpatient room. As if he could immediately kiss Oma's hand with reverence.

“Waalaikumsalam”

oma replied limpedly while enduring the pain.

“Nyonya Oma for what's the condition? Has it improved? Which part hurts?”

Orange sits next to the Oma mattress. His hand held the wrinkled fingers that were in front of him.

“Oma is healthy. It's just that Oma is old, so yes like this. You okay, son? Oma hasn't seen you in a long time

the family purposely kept it a secret from him.

“I'm healthy Mistress, we're fine everything including Genthis. It's just that some time ago, Gendhis was a little fussy so I couldn't go see Mrs Oma. Forgive Orange yes Oma”

Oma did not give an answer the old woman just nodded her head.

“Nyonya Oma. I'm cooking lontong racing today. We eat together ya”

“I'm not hungry”

“But Mrs Oma has to eat. Madam Oma should try it this is my first dish making lontong racing. Otherwise Mrs Oma gives input

less more what? Later I don't know the lack of where” is

The orange tries to seduce Oma to eat. He had only received fluids for a few days

infusion and a few sips of water without eating anything it includes bread following rice or fruit.

“I'm not tasteful” he replied nonchalantly and turned his body to the side.

The orange does not give up. He chose to walk to the sofa in Oma's room. Opening with a loud plan that he brought from home. He began to organize and present in

table top. A fragrant smell began to air overfill Oma's nursery.

“Mama, Papa eat you must not have breakfast” said Jingga with a wink

his eye. He began to fill the plates of his in-laws and handed them over.

“Oma we eat first ya” pamitnya then which is followed by a decapan sound from

the mouths of Bu Nadin and Pak Angga are mutually simple.

“Yes this Orange is very tasty” Bu Nadin deliberately praised with a little hardening

his voice, he hoped that Oma would hear him. The same thing was done by Pak Angga, he fanned the puff of racing lontong and directed at Oma.

“Enak once, clever is Papa's daughter-in-law cooking. You can cook sometime

again like this”

Orange smiled, and the three of them enjoyed each other's food. Make way

eat them in such a delicious way, in order to attract the attention of Oma.

“Try bringing here, I want to try a little bit”

Oma's voice was heard in the middle of the eating activities of the three of them.

“Yes” hiss Orange in heart.

He quickly arranged the racing barn in a dish, decorating it so attractively. It too

carrying Oma to sit in a wheelchair pushed her up to a large window. The orange then pulled out the large curtains that covered the room. There is a dense view of the street from the 20th floor where Oma is now located.

“Monya Oma eat it. I want to see Mrs Oma get back to health. We can take a walk

back together”

With enough painstaking orange began, enter bribes for the sake of bribes lontong and its sauce in the

oma's mouth. He told Oma a lot of things to make the old woman unconsciously spend the contents of her plate.

“First when I was young. I often run early in the morning there” Oma pointed to a road that is visible from the window.

“I'll run off in the morning with my best friend. He comes from a small village in eastern Java. We both became regional children to study undergraduate education here”

Orange was silent listening to every sentence Oma said. He wants to be a good listener and position himself like a friend.

“I haven't seen him in a long time. It has been twenty years that we have not

meet. He's like my own brother”

“Angga” Oma called Pak Angga who was enjoying his breakfast.

“I want to meet Kinanti. Can you find it for me?”

Oma looked at her son expectantly.