ORANGISH

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The roar of the sound of four-wheeled vehicles began to enter the Hermawan house delivery. Homehouse

majestic three floors with white shades and has a very large yard area. Green grass covers greet anyone who starts to set foot there.

Quite slowly Dawn and Orange began to reach the page. Passing through the segment by segment

the angle there is. The house looks very quiet as if it is uninhabited. There was no light in that house. There is only one light that lights up on the terrace and living room. There were no guards at the front of the house. The door is open.

In doubt the orange, began to enter the house that became a silent witness of his life for more

from twenty years. She held hands with her husband, as if looking for a source of strength there. In silence and doubt he tried to keep going. Slowly his hands stretched out to knock on the large door that was in front of him. I wish there was someone left in that house.

“Assalamualaikum” said Dawn, quite loudly.

Tok.dok..

He knocked on the door many times and said hello. The orange is still silent. His eyes circulate busy observing around the corner of the house that has many memories.

“Waalaikumsalam” replied a woman, sounding her footsteps slowly. Looks like the woman hesitated to open our door. But we said greetings many times, making him inevitably move and open the door.

Chequek..

Door opens.

The figure of an old woman wearing a brown batik negligee, her hair in the loop behind

with some more not tied neatly. He just let his hair dangle forward about part of his forehead.

“Bik Minah”

“Jinga!” the woman replied half in shock.

“Iya this I” Orange does not talk much, he quickly rushed into the arms of his fellow servants while still working in the house.

“Masyaallah” he cried as much as he hugged Orange, as if it had been a long time

meet the woman in front of him.

“This is my husband”

“Iya I know, you guys are married here”

“Can I enter bi?”

Instead of giving an answer, the old woman quickly dragged the orange and brought it into the house.

Orange back to be amazed by the condition of the house that looks quiet even like not

depopulated. The light that is lit quite a bit even tends to be mini.

“Bik, why are the lights not on?” ask the orange in the middle of the darkness in the living room.

“Till don't mean anything. But if aunt turns on the lights in this house. So how can aunty pay her electricity bills later. This house is widely”

Orange was silent to hear his answer.

“Why quiet once where are the others? Or because the room is dark so I can't see the others?”

Again Bi Asih was only able to shake his head.

“Why Bi?” Orange repeated the question.

“It's best to turn on the lights first. Let the conversation be nice and more relaxed. For the business of electricity costs later I will tangung” Dawn file by looking for the existence of a switch in the house.

“Where to turn on the light?” he asked again when he could not find

sacred location.

“Let me light up. Wait here a minute”

With a difficult step the old woman began to rise from her seat, walking slowly to turn on the light source there. While Orange and Dawn sit in the living room seat next to each other.

“I've been waiting for your arrival Orange. After the news of Lia's death following Non Dahlia, I began to look for your whereabouts, but unfortunately I did not go to find it. Now by the power of Allah you come kamari”

Bi Asih threw a smile at her guests tonight.

“Which other to where? On the front there is also no security guard?” ask the orange in wonder.

They have gone home to their own places. Someone is looking for a new job. There are

return to his village. Some are still unemployed to this day.

“Go home? Why go home?”

it is unclear whose ownership will fall on whom. While the operational cost is extraordinary the size of”

Hufs...

The orange exhaled his breath violently. He quickly dropped his body weight on the back of the sofa chair he was sitting on.

Dawn sat quite quietly, he observed every detail of the interior in the house

that's. He never came to the house except on their wedding day.

Bi Minah stared fixedly at Jingga, as if there was something she wanted to convey. But he was confused where to start.

“Bi, do Aunty have any contacts from friends who work here? If there is, may I ask for it?”

“Of course you can. But for what?”

“I want to tell them to go back to work” replied Orange briefly.

Bi Minah, shook her head slowly and looked unsure.

“They have a family to live'i son. There are many things they bear. They

can not if working like a current aunt who is without salary or other facilities”

“I'll pay them. They are ready to go back to work here. Receded

andil in caring for this house”

Bi Minah looked up at her interlocutor.

“When you can, is not Mr. Hermawan now being handled by the police.

While Non Dahlia and Madam have died.

“Did Bi Minah know something about this family?” Orange asked slowly,

he looked at the old face filled with wrinkles.

“Bi Minah, has been working here for over twenty years. Ever since I was a kid I've known Bi Minah. If Bi Minah knows anything, please tell me. I deserve to know everything that happens” Eye of Orange stares pusar at his interlocutor. He changed his sitting position to be next to Bi Minah. Grasping tightly hands wrapped in dry skin.

For a moment Bi Minah was silent, she threw her gaze in all directions.

Trying to avoid looking at the orange eye.

“Bi, say. Don't be afraid, isn't it all over”

He again tried to convince the current situation “all will be fine talk” Please Orange expectantly. No one else could tell the story in that house other than Bi Minah.

Bi Minah, started to rise from her seat. With a limped step he walked slowly staring at the window in the main living room. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to breathe as much air as he could. His heart rumbled great. The decades-old secret that the meeting will hold

open soon. In accordance with his promise to the master.

“Bi say, don't be afraid. We are protecting you. If aunt knows

something try to tell us. Really my wife deserves to know all that

happened to him” now Dawn, also said to be able to convince women as old as that.

“Please promise me one thing Jingga”

“Iya Bi, what?”

Orange is getting curious in his making.

“Don't ever hate me for covering this up. All because of my inability to tell stories. I didn't have much courage to open it

ld”

The orange nods its head obediently, as a sign that it will keep

the promise.

“Say”

Quiescent.

Ms. Minah went back to silence, arranged the sentence and refined her past memories.

He was still in a standing position staring at the night from behind the curtains on the window

middle space.