ORANGISH

90

“Mas..”. The soft sound that was lurking made the hot heart melt instantly.

“Hmm, quiet yes. Sleep it's night. You must be tired, right?”. Dawn answered, still in the same position.

“Mas, do you need anything?”.Actually, there were many questions in the mind of Orange, at that time. But it seemed like Dawn was reluctant to discuss everything at this moment.

“I just need you this time and forever”. Dawn slightly stretched out her arms, she stared fixedly at the beautiful face of Orange, then smiled sweetly. Dawn kisses a glimpse of sweet lips, a routine they must do before going to bed.

“Sleep yes dear, for tonight we rest first until you completely recover back”.

Now the two couples who are no longer new are enjoying the beauty of falling in love wrapped in the sacred bond of marriage. Hugging each other and providing comfort is a mandatory thing that they agree together.

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The birds chirping had been mutually unpretentious, the morning breeze coming from the garden beside the house began to greet behind the large window that had opened. The orange began to slowly open its eyes. He smiled when he saw the peaceful face of the husband still sleeping beside him.

Slowly orange, moving about to get up from the side of his bed. “Which way to?”. Dawn still closed its eyes, but one hand held the orange to get out of bed.

“You woke up this mas is already noon. Mas Dawn not to the office today?, let me prepare everything first”. He said slowly, one thing that most orange like in the morning, namely stroking the soft face of her husband. Her firm jaw and symmetrical facial strokes made her tiny hands unable to stop down the shape of her husband's face.

“I don't think today need to go to the office, I want to accompany my wife only at home”. Now he began to open his eyes, but still refused to get out of bed. Dawn placed one hand as a headstool so as not to touch the pillow. His body was tilted right in front of his wife.

“But it's a public holiday, why not go to the office?”.

“Because I want to accompany this beautiful wife”. Dawn soft menoel his wife's nose.

“Mas, I'm no papa, look my body is much better. I will also work later, who accompanied Mas Dawn at home”.

“Who wants you back to work, baby? After what happened to you like this, you think I still gave you permission to work?”. The eyes of Dawn looked at his wife pleading.

“But Mas, my contract is still two months away from Resto it”. He squeezed both his hands.

“Honey calm down, I'll talk to the Resto owner, this is your safety concern. I don't want anything to happen to you. You are also the wife of Fajar Dirgantara, what if there are my colleagues who recognize you. Please yes please according to the husband, this is also part of one of the darti keep marwah husband”. Dawn gently stroked his wife's cheeks slowly. Their eyes looked at each other as if they were talking and pleading.

Orange is still silent, he is confused what to answer.

“What still hurts?”. Dawn saw some wounds on the body of Orange, now it has gradually disappeared since the ointment applied by Madam Nadin last night.

Instead of answering, Orange just shook his head slowly.

“If you are not sick, let's move on a new project that this family is waiting for”. Dawn again gently pulled his wife's hand, taking her hiding under the blanket.

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By ten in the morning, the two had just come down from the room. Like the gaze of Oma and Madam Nadin slalu looks strange, often they throw each other a smile, a smile that is accompanied by an extraordinary curiosity.

“Already madam Oma, this is better”, he replied politely.

“Ya healthy dong Oma, it is diligent exercise so healthy cepet”. Temptation Bu Nadin on his son and daughter-in-law.

“Fajar preferably Orange, no need to work anymore. Everything at home is fulfilled as well. Do you not give him a living until he has to slam bones to meet his needs?”.

“No Mrs Oma, not like that. Mas Fajar very good, mas Fajar also gave me more shopping money, only this is indeed the request of Orange itself to still want to work”.

“If you want to keep working after marriage, you can open your own business. Ask your rich husband for working capital, cook the wife of Dirgantara Group leader so waiter”. Grunts Oma with annoyance, especially what Orange just experienced yesterday.

“Today I will also speak to the owner of Resto to ask permission Orange no longer works”.

“Oh thank goodness that way you will be more focused on having children. But what if it is not given permission to the top of Orange?”.

“I will buy the Resto at that time”. Firmly Dawn by pulling the hand of the Orange and intending to bring it out.

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In the morning, a couple who were kasmaran were enjoying the crowded streets. If their journey used to be spent in silence a thousand languages, then not now.

Along the way Dawn held tightly to the hand of the Orange, often on several occasions he kissed the back of the hand with affection.

A lot of chatter is going on along the way one of them plans for their honeymoon after this.

Cit....

The hand of Dawn, still gently pulling his wife. This morning the orange came in differently. She will show her identity as the wife of Dawn Dirgantara.

Orange wear a light blue color, simple but elegant look not many colors and accessories there. There are only straps on both sides and a little touch of a small brooch on the front. He walked gracefully, hand in hand.

All eyes were on the orange, not least the fellow servants who were there.

“I want to meet Mr. Krisna”. said Fajar to one of the cashier officers there.

“Good sir please wait”.

Now Orange comes as a guest, he no longer serves visitors who come. They were sitting in one of the VVIP seats that was the Dawn of the message.

Krishna who got an important guest immediately came to the room that had been shown by his employees. Like he stepped up with certainty. His handsome and friendly face always smiled at anyone, be it at the waiter or the guest, he never distinguished people from his financial background.

“Excuse me are you looking for me?”. Say Dawn when you just entered the VVIP room.

Orange and Dawn turned to the source of the voice, their hands still holding each other back then.

“Jingga?”.