ORANGISH

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“Now What do you want to eat?”

The scorching afternoon made Dawn more interested in eating fruitful. Menu selection

fall on saur asem and various fish vegetables. He did not order meat at this meal. It feels so much more tempting than the others.

“I want this, this, this and ini” his fingers nimblely pointing to the row of menus in the menu book.

“Mas what a lot once”

“Let's. Let bi Minah and also Asih can feel good eating”

Orange smiled at her husband's answer. The man is getting more and more days

change in the good. His heart was much more sensitive and remembered. Not long after their food orders have arrived and served on the table. Orange chose to call Asih and Bi Minah to eat together.

“Bi Minah, roughly from here we go to where else to get to home oma?” ask Orange on the sidelines of their lunch.

“Considering me first, after eating from here. Mr. Bramantyo headed to an area where stone sculptures were made. Well the area of Non-Orango grandmother house is not far away

from there”

“Mas know the area of making stone sculptures where?”

“I think the place is not far here”

“True Sir, from here we follow the big road up to the city border. Then we enter the area. If it's not wrong on the front there are directions, I still remember it”

“Alright, thank you Bi. How did it all go? Can we continue our journey back?”

Orange is getting excited to be able to reach his grandmother's house. After this will know the only family left in the world.

The car is running at a fairly slow speed. Splitting the hot sun day on the earth mojopahit. Bi Minah as a road guide trying to remember with certainty where the location of the place they are looking at right now.

“I think from this big road, we go to the right Sir. Later there will be a feeling area and like a village of citizens”

“What does Bi like? A picture of my Grandma's house?”

“The Non Orange grandmother's house used to be located in the middle of a very large expanse of rice fields

broad-based. At the moment I don't know. It seems like the area around here has changed a lot. In the past along this road there were no houses and shops. This area used to be like a forest that has many plants on each side”

Orange nodded his head understood. It follows every direction of Bi Minah

fretfully. Along the way he prayed, hoping to meet his grandmother.

“Until here I forgot Sir, where to go?” Bi Minah scratched her head

wrapped headscarf instant black color. His eyes were staring around the area hoping that his memory would return soon.

“Who is his name Bi? Let me try asking the people around here”

“His name is Bu Kinanti”

Not much to say when entering a village, Dawn quickly pulled over his car and headed for one of the residents who were gathering together. He asked Prihal Bu Kinanti.

“Excuse me, ask. Do you know Bu Kinanti's address?”

“Bu Kinanti? Which Bu Kinanti?”

Bi Minah who realized the confusion of Dawn quickly also came down together. He explains the woman in his car.

“I think here there is no such thing as Bu Kinanti and his age is as bright” some people who are sitting enjoying black kpi in front of him.

Degs...

Orange's face started to get a little cloudy when he heard the response from the citizens. The dawn

noticing the change in expression of his wife's face quickly stroked the orange arm gently.

“We tried asking the others huh? You just calm down. We will both search

whereabouts of grandma kam”

The car again runs slowly entering the rural area that is still quite beautiful. Dawn grabbed the phone in her pants pocket. He ordered some of his men to also spread out to find the whereabouts of the Orange grandmother.

“Mas try to ask the mothers who are there”

“Alright princess let's try”

The car pulled over again, approaching the hordes of mothers who were sewing small bags. It seems that in this region is also the center of making sovenir. Remembering from entering the village area has been greeted with a row of Mothers of workers making various sovenirs.

“Happy day ma'am. Mohn sorry to interrupt his time. I want to ask if there are any in this village

who's kinanti's name? He was about seventy-five years” explained Dawn slowly and politely.

which “Bu Kinanti is it? Where is the address?”

“That's why I don't know Bu”

“If the photo exists? Let me see”

“It just so happens to not have Bu” either

“Walah Mas, find people do not know which one is meant. How to meet later”

For the first time in Dawn, the mothers who were there were scolding. Bi Minah came back down to accompany Dawn.

“Bu Kinanti who used to have a bottled beverage business is lo bu. If not wrong first

his house has a large yard. There are two big mango trees in front of him”

“Oh mbah Kinanti that in mean” Compact mothers answer and nod their heads slowly.

“Sadly he no longer lives here. A few years ago he moved”

The face of Orange who had just reunited pias when he heard the news.

“About mother knows where to move?”

“If not wrong, he moved to next door dese. The place is quite far from here but can still be reached by mobil”

“About where should we look for Mom? Can ask for help in queue” said Fajar with

“But we are working”

“I'll pay for it. One of my mothers came with me. I'll take you back” later

Again the power of money can be easily, for we can achieve something that is expected. Even though money is not everything, but with money all efforts can be done more easily and efficiently. As long as it doesn't hurt

others and more to provide benefits.

One of the mothers who was sewing there began to join to ride the car

Dawns. A hope back in the hands of the Orange to be able to meet his family.

The car runs slowly, considering the location of the steep and pebbled area.

“Bu is still far away?” ask the orange with fret.

“I don't think, on the front we just go into the alley. His house which

has many trees on its front”

Not long after, they arrived at the house that the mothers showed. The orange hand was already shaking violently imagining an encounter with the only family

which he has.

“Assalamualaikum Bu Kinan..”

No answer the house looks lonely.

“Assalamualaikum” Jingga and the others again made a sound to call the residents in there.

“Waalaikumsalam” heard the voice of an answer from an old woman who was in greeting there.

The orange waited anxiously, his hands began to tremble. His forehead was wet

sweat. He could not wait to meet his grandmother.

“Mas I am afraid”

“Take it easy, baby. May what we seek soon meet” Dawn hugging his wife's shoulders. He tried to give him peace there. His fingers held onto the wet orange palm and felt so cold.

The same thing was felt by Bi Minah. He was so anxious to wait for the old Anita to come out of his house. His mind was trying to remember the face he had met decades ago. He looked around the house with anxiety.

Chequek...

Door's open...

An old woman wearing a Navi color floral pattern dress started coming out from behind the door. His face was shady, he was holding the Koran in his hand like he was teaching. Her large hijab dangled over a part of her body that could not stand upright. His eyes were fixed on the guest at the door.

“Waalaikumsalam” he again answered greetings with millions of questions in his head. He had never even seen this guest before.

“Bu Kinan, this is a guest from kota” said the mothers who delivered Orange. He tried

to break the silence created.

The orange still remained silent. His eyes were busy observing every curve of Bu Kinan

that said was his grandmother. Then his eyes began to water. He could no longer bear it and quickly rushed to hug the old woman in front of him.

Not much talk said. The old woman also hugged the orange in her confusion. But he tried to look calm by replying to the clutches of Orange. He even stroked the orange's back gently.

“Masyaallah, son of ayu who is this? Is it not wrong people?” ask him when the orange never visited

to let go of his embrace.

“Bu Kinan, this is Orange. Grandson Mother, daughter of Mr. Bramantyo and Mrs Ayu” replied Bi Minah then quietly and politely.

Degs...

Mrs Kinan could no longer speak. He quickly hugged the orange tighter. Tak

there was a word thrown from his mouth, he was only able to shed tears. Both

the woman is still in the same position to hug each other and spill all the flavors that exist.

“Jingg”

“You are my grandson. The little orange I used to carry everywhere? You've already been

this big nak”

He cupped the cheek of Orange looking fixed aja his grandson who had not decades

meet.

“Masyaallah Orange my grandson” He kemabli bring Orange in his embrace.

“Grandma, I'm sorry I just found you now. I didn't know about

myself. Big things happened to me a few years ago” said Orange with Stammering, he really had trouble speaking.

“Let's go in. Please”

Bu Kinan did not release his handrails with the orange, he brought the grandson into his house. Allow others to come in with you that afternoon.

“I still don't think if God will bring us back together again son. I had time

desperate for it, I even had time to feel tired to seduce the creator”

Infinitely moving, he sat next to the woman who turned out to be his grandmother's right. Their faces

looks have similarities when sitting close together like this. Bi Minah, Asih following Dawn also donated a little tears when she saw the meeting of Orange with her grandmother.

“Grandma, it turns out I still have a grandmother. Grandma forgive me”

“Nobody should apologize, it's not your fault. It's the situation that separates us

everything”

Grandma's gaze began to turn on some people who were in the living room of her house.

“Who are these?”