The One I Damba

Nightly

The clock on Jingga's hand was showing at 7 p.m., but he was still confused as to what to do, whether he should go to the mother or let go of this opportunity and choose to become a cheap woman who peddles her pride for money for Akbar's treatment. He thought hard and even looked frustrated thinking about what he had to do, until finally he woke up and ran as hard as he could to where the place he meant to be.

His breath went up and down when the last rung of stairs he had passed, the restaurant he was heading to was a very luxurious restaurant seen with people who came to visit the place looked very charming with formal clothes that he used to see on television shows and then he approached the receptionist and asked Cantika's mother's name to her.

"sorry lady, Mrs Cantika has left a few minutes ago." said the receptionist who was serving Jingga at the time.

"oh so, well thank you..." Jingga stepped away from the reception desk, it feels like her hope to be able to operate the heart of Akbar decorated along with the air that became cold, the shadow of life became a cheap woman even now in her mind.

Orange sat in the long chair not far from the entrance of the expensive restaurant, he closed his slightly watery eyes, cursing himself the old and lewd in making decisions until for such an important affair even Orange should hesitate. He glanced at his watch, it showed 7 o'clock and 30 minutes, his mind was flying, he knew that Cantika's mother would not wait for him to be who he was until someone like Cantika's mother had to wait for him to come.

"you came." said someone who was currently standing before him.

Orange looked up and surprised if the one who came was the mistress of Cantika.

"mrs..."

Finally Jingga rose from her seat following mistress Cantika who stepped into the luxury restaurant. The two of them sat facing each other, which was blocked by a large round table.

"just go ahead, are you interested in the offer I made this afternoon...?" ask lady Cantika to the point on the Orange.

"but first can I ask...?" Jingga has not answered the question of nonya Cantika, instead she asked him back.

"you have the right to ask, please ask what you want to ask." said Mrs Cantika, honestly mistress Cantika looks very graceful even though her age can be said to be very far with Orange but maybe because of the treatment that often mistress Cantika live to make her skin well maintained and keep her satiety.

"why does the lady want to help me...?" ask Orange.

Madam Cantika smiled, her smile was very sweet on her lips which was decorated with colored lipstick suitable for her age "because you are a good child.." so replied Madam Cantika to Orange.

Jingga does not just believe in the words of mistress Cantika, how is it possible just for the reason that she is a good child people like mistress Cantika want to help her, how can it be possible only for the reason that she is a good child like mistress Cantika want to help her, because if you think a lot of good people who might be more deserving for mistress Cantika please out there.

"good boy, I will help you for your sister's surgery and you just need to marry my son" said Mrs Cantika.

"sorry madam but I don't know the mistress' son at all how could I possibly marry him..."

"later you will know my son, he is a good boy just a little difficult to manage but I can make sure you will be happy with him." said Mrs Cantika again.

"but...."

"already, the question is too much so do you want to or not with the offer I asked...?" ask lady Cantika.

Orange took a deep breath, his teeth bit his own small lips a sign he was really confused over what decision he should make at that time.

"well my mistress agreed.." said Orange, her voice trembling slightly from her worried mood.

"well ma'am, thank you." said Jingga.

His heart was really not because, even he was confused what to feel, what, one side he is happy because eventually Akbar will be healthy without having to wash blood every week but on the other hand he is very hard-hearted, however, he will marry someone he does not know even look him in the face.

But he finally relented to Akbar, he sacrificed his own life for the sake of the other person's true sister, that is if there is already affection in the heart for someone, then anything will be done including sacrificing your own life.

Until now Orange was in the room, he let himself rain down by the water coming out of the shower, he said, there he wept for himself who was so miserable because of good luck it never seemed to be on his side.

Orange's body was shivering, the girl opened the dress she wore all day, using a kimono towel to cover her body that was almost pale due to being exposed to cold temperatures for too long.

Orange came out, glanced here and there looking for something.

"you're trying to tease me...?" suddenly a heavy hoarse voice appeared. Orange turned around and was shocked not a bitch when he found Andra was right behind him.

"no, I was just looking for my shirt." said Orange, he was actually afraid of Andra, he was worried that Andra would do something rude again to him.

"wear this, shabby clothes like that are not worth wearing." said Andra while throwing clothes to the face of Orange. One piece black shirt and shorts.

"where's the shirt...?" ask Orange.

"i've thrown it all away." Andra replied lightly, the man gawked out of his own room, there's no way he'd see Orange change his clothes.

Hearing his suitcase has been thrown away makes Orange sad again, in there is a notebook that he always filled every day, the book that became his confiding friend at this time.

All the sadness that Orange feels at this time must be ruled out, it is all for the sake of Akbar's health. He did not seem to care about the oath that Andra said to him. As of this moment he had to wear the clothes that Andra had given him, with a heavy heart finally Orange used them.

Orange using the clothes that had been given by Andra, the clothes look great on his body to cover the pants he uses.

"prepare me for food." Andra orders when Orange comes out of the room.

"well..." Orange steps into the kitchen. The kitchen can be said to be small but all the equipment is very complete, Orange open the refrigerator looking for cooking ingredients for him to serve Andra. But not yet finished the orange put up he saw Andra was dressed neatly as if to leave.

"do you not want to eat." said Orange.

"you think I want to wait for you to cook." Andra said. Finally he came out of the house accompanied by a voice compare the door that is enough to make Jingga close her eyes because of fear.

Again Orange wept, his heart was so sliced to find the treatment obtained from Andra when this morning Andra was so sincerely promised before God to always love him, but it turns out that the promise is only a promise in fact Andra treats Orange like no wife should be.

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