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The shadow of Aska's face still circled the head of Orange. He simply could not fall asleep for tonight as he kept thinking about Askara. A man who is willing to fly to Jogja just for himself.

"I'm sorry, Bang As," he said.

The orange was happy when Aska came to his boarding house. Moreover, he said that he was very worried about the state of Orange. The Aska he knew was still the same as the old Aska.

However, given his current status, Orange really did not want to hurt Aska. Aska is a good person does not deserve to be hurt. Let him continue to be hurt because he is used to the pain.

Orange could only stare at the back of Aska who had already come out of the restaurant. No words of goodbye or kisses. Aska left without leaving a message.

The next morning, as usual Jingga went to the restaurant where she worked. His eyes were red because he was unable to close his eyes. He's still thinking about Aska.

Orange does its work by occasionally yawning due to the drowsiness that whack.

"That's!" call a well-dressed man.

Orange was surprised, then smiled at the man wearing a maroon shirt. Then he approached. "Mr call me?"

"Follow to my room."

The man was the manager of the restaurant where Jingga worked. Orange Heart was a little anxious and also anxious because he was not usually called by the manager.

"W-What's up, huh?" asked Orange, his hands had started to sweat coldly.

The manager handed him a large white envelope. The orange is trembling.

"Open up!" tell the manager.

The orange hand slowly grabbed the envelope. Inside it contains a single sheet of paper. The orange reads it carefully.

"You I moved to Jakarta" said the manager.

"Jomblo's cafe?" orange Mumm.

"Yes." Yeah." The manager gave one plane ticket to Jingga. "You're leaving in the afternoon" he continued.

"The salary there is bigger than in this place. That's why I recommend you to work there" explained the manager.

"But, Mr ...."

"You're hard leaving your girlfriend?" The manager's guess is very accurate.

The orange was silent for a moment. It was time for him to avoid Dawn slowly. When else could he be far away if it wasn't for work.

"For the residence has been prepared a safe and comfortable boarding house for you there. Your life there will definitely be guaranteed," said the manager.

It is time for you to leave this city of Orange. The city that has welcomed you with disgusting things and now it is time for you to return to the City that has made you an independent woman.

That's what little Harto Orange said. He nodded quickly and a smile full of relief was created on his face.

"Fourth hour flight ticket, now you can go home and get ready. At three o'clock, I'm waiting for you here because I'll drive you to the airport myself."

"Thank you very much, sir."

Orange rushed home to his seedy contract. He only brought the necessary stuff. He knew the boarding house in Jakarta was complete with its contents. His phone was deliberately turned off so as not to be disturbed by Dawn. Let him go without news.

Being transferred like this made his heart very happy. Like going back to a real home. A moment later, the arch of the smile faded.

"Bang As," he said.

He recalled that Aska lived in Jakarta. "What is this happiness because soon I will be close to Bang As?" his inner.

Three o'clock in the afternoon Jingga was already in the restaurant. Bian the manager was ready to take him to the airport. Bian glanced towards the orange that had just emitted a happy hue.

Orange said goodbye to Bian and did not forget to say thank you.

"Sir, is it true that you will help me to talk to Dawn?" ask Orange.

"certain. Surely your girlfriend will be looking for you at my restaurant" he replied.

Orange felt relieved and unceasingly thanked him. Bian continued to look at the back of the orange until it was invisible to his gaze. He immediately pulled out the phone from his pants pocket.

"Have flown. Mission is done." That's the message a midwife sends to someone.

The man who was with a beautiful and spoiled woman smiled faintly.

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Come on, insha Allah will be up again.