ORANGISH

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“Jingga?”. Call Krisna with a different look, she was shocked beyond measure. How can a servant who works in his place transform into a beautiful woman like young ladies.

“Oh sorry, I think I was wrong.” said Krisna back who was not sure what she saw.

“Wait, please sit. There are things I want to talk about”.

“There can I help you, Mr and Madam?” are there any complaints of service and taste in food at our Resto”

“No, it's not like that, it's prihal Orange.” They were sitting together at the same table.

Apparently he was right Orange, why could he change so quickly. Who is he really?.

“Pak Krishna, introduce me Dawn. I am the husband of Orange.” Dawn, pausing his speech for a moment, he noticed the death of Krishna who seemed to be in tremendous shock.

Deg.

At that time, Krisna's heart felt like it wanted to get out of its nesting place.

“Sorry Sir, I do not mean to cover my identity” Now Orange, bowed between shame and also feel bad.

Krisna was still silent, not opening the slightest sound, her heart and mind were still trying to digest every word her guests said.

“I want to ask permission and say goodbye to the father as the owner of this Resto, if from today my wife can no longer work here. The safety and tranquility of my wife is my top priority at the moment. I hope Mr. Krisna understands, especially with yesterday's incident I really regret it happened.”

Krishna was still silent, the corner of his eyes slightly dewy. As powerful as he held the clear details that perched on the tail of his eyes. His mouth suddenly stiffened to speak.

“Actually I have banned Orange from working since our return from Bandung a few days ago. But my wife refused, especially Ms. Retno and Mr. Krishna have helped her a lot. I do not want to on the basis of a sense of responsibility to complete the work contract even make my wife wretched.”

“How about Sir?.”

Krisna wavered, his mind was not focused on his interlocutor. His eyes were fixed on Orange, several times he turned away feeling bad with her husband.

“We also plan to hurry the pregnancy program, so my wife should not be tired.”, Dawn holds the palm of his wife, tucking gently right in front of Krishna.

Orange felt helpless, resisting the act of Dawn was tantamount to waving the war flag, especially in front of other men.

Orange smiles sweetly.

“Sorry yes Sir, I cannot keep my promise to work until my contract expires. As a wife I do not want to be disobedient by going against the request of the husband. I hope Mr. Krisna understands.” said Orange gently.

“Oh sorry, sorry” Krisna shook her head slowly, it looks like her life has returned to her body.

“Alright Orange, in the name of safety I will not mind if you want to stop working before the contract runs out. Thank you for contributing to work at my little Resto.”

“Sorry Mr. Dawn, for my carelessness who hired the young Madam to be a servant in this place. I really don't know.” Krishna tried to smile.

“Bok I think there is nothing else in the issue dear, Mr. Krishna also does not mind this. Is that right, sir?”

“Let me explain to the other employees so as not to cause social jealousy.”

“Then excuse me, thank you for your help with my wife while working here. Glad to know Mr.” The two shake hands, marking the end of a deal.

“Please stop by Mr. Madam if you are pleased.”

“Of course, the food at this Resto is my favorite food.”

Dawn and Orange retreat, before the retreat of Orange, took the time to say goodbye to fellow servants first. Orange also brought some mementos for them.

“Say come.” Now Fajar is following his wife, as if to show the world that Orange is his wife.

Some of the servants there can only see the scenery, especially the vehicles that Orange uses outside the luxury bias. Only a few people in this country have it.

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POV Krishna.

Have you ever felt a broken heart? If ever how does it feel?. Does your heart hurt? Is it unbearable?, or is it just my feeling?.

If ever what is the cure? How long does it take to recover from the disease?.

Why it feels different, there is a sense of tightness that plagues the soul. My breath seemed to stop blowing when I found out about him. About him who was no longer alone. Ah stupidly I did not find out first about him before I already put my heart.

I'm stupid, should have found out about him from the beginning, or my less than maximum efforts to achieve his love?. Ah yes, you guys are right, I'm too stupid weathered bachelor guy expecting love from a beautiful woman.

Stupid...

I who put my heart on him from the first time I saw him, I who could only admire without daring to act more to have him. Ah, I should have been self-conscious ever since he gave me some distance when we were together.

Lost, he even disappeared a while ago, in the night I prayed that he would return soon. When he returned, I promised myself to fight for my love for him. I wanted to get closer to her saying if I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life. I'm holding him back from getting out of here for a million reasons.

But actually, huh!.

My heart is wounded, and I have no right to see his face even from a distance. My throne belongs to the Dawn. Even from the name alone the universe has already approved if they are indeed paired.

Huft...

I was only able to look at their backs, as the two joined hands and cast loving gazes. Sincere prayer that I can say in the oral today, may you be happy.

Krisna began to gently rub the corner of her eyes, the impossibility that she was slalukan in a third of the night had disappeared. In fact, as much as possible to seduce the creator also can not change the destiny that exists.

God is planning the best destiny for me, I believe that. He tried to smile and hold the chest that was still rumbling unacceptable.