Secret MatchSecret Mate

Last Day

The next morning, Jingga awoke from her deep sleep. He stretched his muscles that felt stiff. He changed his position to sit while hugging the photo that from last night was on his chest.

"I had a dream last night Bang As" he murmured.

A handsome face with bruises that have started to fade that Orange saw. His body was dressed in hospital clothes.

"Is that you, Bang As?" ask the orange in your heart. "I see very clearly" he continued in his heart.

A rough breath comes out of the mouth of the orange. It seemed like she was only dreaming because of the longing within her chest that she already could not bear. He grabbed his cell phone which was on a small table. There were a lot of missed calls coming into his phone.

"Help Dawn out of prison! Or you'll die!"

The contents of the message from the Bu'de that made the orange put his phone weakly. The orange leaned his body against the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Why is there always a threat?" mutter Orange again.

There is no intention to reply to the message. Even the number of the bu'denya he will block so as not to bother him again.

"You are indeed the unlucky child for everyone. The child does not know it is lucky!"

Message from the mother again. Makian and diatribes from his mother's sister has become a daily orange food. "I'm tired .. I also want to be happy," said Jingga.

Orange grabbed his phone back. He blocked the bu'de's number at that very instant. There's been too much grief that Orange has received. There was already too much pain that Orange felt.

"I think having a family is happy, it's painful" he murmured with a wry smile.

Almost three years living in Jogja turned out to only scratch a very deep wound. There is no happiness that he gets. The person he thought the family was treating him like an animal. Every night he just sleeps in a stuffy, dusty barn. It is fed only rice and salt once a day, while all the housework of the Orange is done.

"When Mother left, there was no place for me to go home" he said, smiling bitterly.

Whenever Orange was treated harshly, her mother always came into her dreams crying.

"I'm sorry, Mother, Orange."

Only that word can the mother of the Orange say. The orange will feel warmly hugged by its mother all night like it provides protection for her.

"Ah .. if you remember, Mother, will never subside these tears" he added while peeping a photo of the mother.

The orange gets out of the bed and quits its sadness in the morning. He smashed his already messy hair. He's headed for the boarding gate. The orange frowned when he saw that there was no key hanging on the door. He was a little surprised until he stepped on something. Oranges can breathe freely.

"It turns out to be falling," he murmured.

The orange immediately went to the bathroom to clean his body. He has promised himself that in the presence of others never show sadness because others will be a very spicy netizen more than the cheap devil chilli.

He took off his clothes. However, he was still engrossed in standing up without doing anything. The thought that this was his last day of work. The shadow of the cafe owner's wrath had already crossed his head.

He tried to strengthen himself. In fact, he is no longer able to. When his life was comfortable in Jakarta, he was told to go to Jogja. Orang-orang just obey him because he really misses the figure of a mother. I wish she would be a second mother to him. However, there he was even inserted into the crocodile hole and made a tool by his mother. Not happy orange even live suffering.

The orange looked at himself in the mirror. Her face looked as withered as a dead flower. There is no passion nor is there spirit. He simply followed a plot that would lead him to the brink of death or even bring him to the valley of happiness.

"Until, when Mother is not a strong and tough woman. Able to face all obstacles and trials that will surely come to you. Never give up even if you are fighting alone. There is a God who is always with you."

The orange raised its head upwards. If the words were ringing in his head, his tears would have spilled again. The word that the mother spoke two hours before the mother went to the creator. The blood splattered on the asphalt made her cry again and again.

"Why don't you let me go? If only I had gone at that time .. I would not have lived this exhausting life, Mother."

Only this time the orange is fragile like this. He felt his life was meaningless. Not his name if he is not able to change the look of his face as fast as lightning. Now, she was already fresh with thin makeup on her face.

"Whatever I have to get through," he said to encourage himself.

It is exhausting if it has to be like this. However, the rigors of the struggle of life Jingga make him accustomed. He locked the boarding door and headed for the cafe.

How surprised the cafe employees with the state of the cafe that has been as usual. The cafe repairs were very quick. The orange that had just come was very surprised by what he saw. He thought this was Aksa's cafe because yesterday Aksalah came here. When Dawn and Aska duel Aksa came.

"Why can you have an arrogant boyfriend anyway?" ask one of Jomblo's cafe narrators to Jingga.

Orange was surprised by the question posed by his co-worker. However, Orange only answered him with a smile. His ears are used to hearing this gossip. He would not feel hurt let alone angry. It is also natural that the officers there are angry with the Orange. He is the one who caused the commotion and commotion in this contemporary cafe.

Two handsome men walked into the cafe. The officer who was gossiping about Jingga stopped their speech.

"In ten minutes we will hold a briefing" said Ken.

Men who usually spread a smile towards Orange is now even the opposite. He was cold and flat, but the orange cursed him.

The briefing began, Ken and Juno briefed the employees there. They also discussed the loss of the cafe.

"I hope there won't be another similar incident like this again. If, happens again the employee will be fired without getting anything," Juno said.

Orange smiled thinly. Today will be the last day for him to work here. The cafe makes it very comfortable.

Ken looked at Orange with a pretty sharp look. Jingga did not dare to return Ken's gaze.

"Or, to the upper room now!"

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Sorry yeah, will be crazy up again until the end of this month.