The Lost Dusk
Curiosity
The sound of knocking on the door shocked the orange, he got up to open the door to see a figure who dared to wake him up.
"Mak orange, let's have breakfast mbak mom is waiting at the dinner table"
"What time is it?" ask an orange with his head propped up at the door.
"It's 7 o'clock past 5 mbak. Ma'am better take a shower as fast as lightning mbak" said the bik inah anxiously.
"Why bik? afraid my mother is angry to make me a country?" ask the orange by standing up at the top while folding both hands on the chest.
"It's not like that. Ma'am orange don't misunderstand. Anyway quickly yaa mbak" said the bik inah warned him once again.
Leave the orange still standing at the door of his room. He was still thinking about the risks he would receive when he was late following breakfast together.
After thinking for a while, he went back into his room to get a towel and went into the bathroom to clean himself.
"Ah I forgot to say make this, to clean my room" he muttered to himself.
After spending nearly an hour in the room, he went out to the dining table. She had seen her mother sitting with a magazine in her hand, but her mother's face looked very upset.
"Wake up? kirain will not wake up again" said his mother mocking still by turning the page of the magazine.
"Thus it must wake up ma, let it be strong to face the reality" said the steady orange, while taking a plate to fill the fried rice that has been made by the bik.
His mother was silent, not responding to the orange speech. He only watched the orange eat voraciously from the corner of his eye, while pretending to still read the magazine.
"Mama knows this is all heavy for orange" said his mother, putting the magazine she had read on the table.
"Hm.. " Janga mendehem in response to her mother's speech.
"Gorange darling." call her mother softly, looking at her daughter.
"Well, eat dong. Make this already cooked loh, mama kok seein aja anyway" said orange diverted the conversation.
"Until my dear, mama's sorry. Orange sorry mama didn't?" pinta.
"Ma.." orange hung his words.
"There is nothing to forgive, nothing wrong. All this is the destiny of God" continued orange explained.
"Son, mama's wrong baby. All this time mama was wrong, mama did not have time for her own daughter.for that mama apologized" beg her mother again, while holding her daughter's hand.
"Ma, don't talk about it!" Said orange loudly while standing up from his seat.
"Wait on! Mama never taught orange to talk like this!" reply his mother with a voice that is not less challenging.
"You know your mistake, huh? Wake up like you, go home like you. Now sit back and finish your breakfast!" his mother continued firmly.
Unheard of his mother's warning, he kept moving back into his room.
***
On the other hand, the bik is peeking out of the kitchen.
"Oh my goodness, orange. Hopefully today the mood of the mother is not bad" murmured.
"Sir, what did you just say?" ask bian who appeared from behind.
"Hhh you, ngangetin bibik aja" said bik inah with surprise while hitting a small bian.
"What did this say? trus again saw what's wrong" asked bian increasingly curious.
"It's nothing" said the bik inah did not want to tell, then the bikah rushed to continue working on the pending work.
"Can I ask you something?" bian asked for permission, afraid he was wrong to speak.
"You ask what, if the bibik can answer the bibik answer. If not, no" he said.
"That's called Orange, mother's daughter who has this house?"
"Yes... "
"Trus why did you look at the bik?"
"He just finished learning. He used to be in the mud, only a few months back here, that was also the request of his mother. You hear yes, you are not as level as mbak orange, do not try deketin mbak orange ya" clearly bik inah warned bian.
"Well, I didn't say that. And. "the word bian hangs his words.
"And what...?" ask bik inah.
"There is no bik hehe." replied the bian with his crybaby.
"I'm not on the same level as him? He's not my same level" inner bian as he passed leaving the kitchen.
The orange shut itself back in the room. While his mother tried to hold back the anger so that his daughter did not leave from his side again.
