ORANGISH

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“Bi is there anything else I don't know from this?”

Bi Minah was still resting her back on the car seat, her fingers were busy to stroke the puffed up feet of Gendhis. He was taking a little baby orange for a joke. Gendhis responded well, smiling as Bi Minah

touch the feet and take them off in turn. Not infrequently the little baby pointed his hand towards Bi Minah's face as if he wanted to touch the old face.

Orange stared with a smile at the interaction that occurred in his car. Sometimes he joined in to tease his son.

“There's Orange. There is one more thing you should know”

The orange gaze that was staring straight into the street, instantly changed. He stared fixedly at Bi Minah's face, waiting for the old woman to return to tell her about her life story.

“Grandma. Grandma who comes from the lineage of Mr. Bramantyo. I think he's alive. Like I said yesterday. His age is not much different from mine. I think you can look for it”

Too long time spent Bi Minah and Orange while still living together in

hermawan's house, made him accustomed to calling the Orange by name. It

do not call Orange with the name “non or madam” considering that time Hermawan secret the identity of the real Orange.

“Abti roughly know where my grandmother lives?” ask Orange immediately when

hearing about her grandmother.

“For the exact address of the house I do not know, but I was once invited there when you were little”

“Bi Minah, still remember the road or its location where?”

Bi Minah began to fall silent and looked at the current situation. His mind began to open up a little to reality. He should not have treated the orange that way. Now their caste has returned as it was.

“Iya Non, I still remember, but not so remember correctly” replied with hesitation.

“Bi, why should I call me Non?”

“I think I should learn to change. After all Non Orange is now my employer”

“Bi, please don't be like this. Act as you are ready. I'm still the Orange Bi Minah foster. Don't mention Non and I” hiss Orange later.

“But I do not feel good with the other servants, it will cause social jealousy” explained Bu Minah still trying to convince Orange.

Huft...

The orange breathed in unacceptable. For him Bi Minah is more than just a waitress at home

that's. Bi Minah is like her own parents. The memory of the orange was recalled a few years ago.

Back when he was in elementary school to High School, Bi Minah often gave him money for snacks. He also often bought beaver essentials for school. Hermawan did send the orange to school, but he never gave the pocket money to the Orange. Even to go to school, though,

he had to walk a long distance.

“If not mistaken, the home address of Non Orange grandmother is not far from the tomb of the Master and Madam at this time”

“Oh yes Bi? Where?” Orange is impatient for that. He hopes to meet his grandmother. At least one family in the world from his Mama Papa lineage still exists. What a new call that Bi Minah pinned on him made him uncomfortable and wanted to raise a protest not to accept. The Dawn

glanced at him at a glance, as if giving a signal to just accept.

“Mas, please slow down the speed of the car. Let Bi Minah can remember where grandma” lives

Bi Minah's eyes began to circulate staring around the streets that passed. He also noticed every writing plaque on the street. Remember it began to try to remember the journey of a few decades ago.

“I think his house is in town X. Yes, Non, the house passed in this X city. We used to stop at Dewi Sri's restaurant, when taking a lunch break before arriving at her grandmother Non Jingga”

“Really, I think we also need to rest first. We just have lunch there so Bi Minah can remember the next road”

“Okay my dear wife, let's eat first by chance my stomach is also hungry”

Today and a few days ago. Dawn changed roles, he really became

a ready-made husband who is there for his wife. He was even willing to be a personal driver for the Orange. Accompany wherever the destination in want Orange. It was a few moments ago, traumatizing him to let the orange go unattended on its own.

Five minutes later, the car began to enter the delivery of the Dewi Sri restaurant. Homehouse

eating with the concept of Java has a very wide page on the front side, making it easier to choose a parking lot.

From the front. The eyes of visitors to this place have been served with

typical Javanese ornament trinkets. Starting from the entrance gate to the floor model used at the bottom. There are also symbols from the Majapahit kingdom formerly on several sides of the Dewi Sri restaurant. King statue

Brawijaya and Gajah Mada stood firmly at the main door as if welcoming the arrival of the guests.

The orange and the group began to get off the car. He took over Gendhis from the lap of Asih, so that the woman could rest and relax her waist after all the way to hold Gendhis who could not stand still.

Bi Minah's eyes, still staring around the area where to eat in amazement. Thought

back in a few decades ago, when his position was the same as Asih today.

“Bi, is this place really?” ask the Orangas by justifying the sling of Gendhis,

while Asih brought bags and other baby equipment.

“Iya is correct Non Orange, this is the place. I remember very well. Mr. Bramantyo used to park his car under that banyan tree. Then we walked together to get into sana”

Hearing Bi Minah's words, making the face of Orange sparkle, a little hope is back present

in life.

“Honey, let's go in first”

Dawn took his wife's hand, carrying it in her arms. The man gave a smile

sweetest for the wife. While Asih and Minah follow every step of their employer.

“Honey, we all eat one table only ya”

“Iya Mas”

Dawn leads them to the VVIP room in Dewi Sri's reto.

“Non Orange, we eat here only” Say Asih and Bi Minah simultaneously.

“Since when in the family Dirgantara eating should be separated when we are outside the house. Come on you guys are like brothers in this house”

“But Non”

“I don't like it on the rebuttal!” say Dawn with short but full emphasis. If the Dawn had spoken, no one would dare to fight it.

The Dewi Sri restaurant area really spoils the eyes. This place can be said not just a place to eat, but a place to relax the mood. Anyone who comes there is in the world of work of the past.

Javanese gamelan sound flowed gently and satayu-dayu sent visitors who ate there. The dining chair is made of very large teak wood

and thick. There are evening flowers and some other fresh flowers in some corners of the room.

There is a composition of water such as a pond that is in the middle of the dining table.

This water change is sprinkled with flowers of various colors so as to beautify the location. The menu choices presented there carry the concept of Javanese nuances. All heavy food, drinks to snacks of the tempo market used to be available in full. More than that the waiter there uses kebaya and traditional Javanese clothes when serving his guests.

“Non, let my Gendhis take hold. Non-orange eat first. All of you want to look around the area here”

Orange seems to think with an Asih offer. On one hand he wanted to accompany Fajar to eat on the other he was worried that something might happen back to Gendhis when far apart.

“I won't take Gendhis far. We will play there only” Asih shows one area that is beside where to eat Orange. An area devoted to small children's playgrounds.

“I will accompany Asih to keep Gendhis” Bi Minah volunteering, it seems

understand the anxiety that Orange feels.

“Have been darling. Let them play for a while. I think the situation is already

much safer than before. Isn't the criminal who targeted our family also gone and still languishing in jail”

Hearing the words of Dawn, Orange seemed to consider that. Shortly thereafter it

Nodding your head to agree.

“Alright then. Sorry we ate first”

“No need to apologize Non, it is appropriate like that”

Asih began to grab hold of Gendhis body and returned to carry the baby in his carrier. Bi

Minah brought milk and some other Gendhis goods. Both are seen walking compact towards the playground.

“Mas want to eat what?”

“Really darling, it feels like I want to eat you. It has been a long time since I felt I did not eat you” replied Fajar by giving his death glance at his wife. He even took the time to pet the spoiled orange palm.

“Gosh Mas, can-can be answered like that. But I'm sorry, mas. Some events that occur in our families make our time together to be reduced”

“Not a problem, after this you have to pay off everything. I assume this is part of the debt you have to pay”

“Yah really so sih”

“Yes should dong. How about paying now. The Mumpung Gendhis does not exist.

I think at the back of this restaurant also provides lodging” Fajar with a smiley smile teasing his wife.

“Mas...”.

The orange whines with spoiled which makes the Dawn even more powerless not to eat it.

“Mas agenda for today is still very much at all. We focus first. After everything is settled I promise to pay all my debts to you”

Orange gives his deathly appeal. He also gently stroked the back of Dawn's hands and

kiss it slowly.

“Now What do you want to eat?”