The One I Damba
Gratuity
A week after the arrival of a red rose package there Andra back to be cold to Orange, when at home Andra chose not to talk much with Orange about who Freeya, who, the girl who sent the flowers.
Orange itself can only be upset by itself seeing the attitude of Andra, the marriage that he just felt beautiful is now sinking back with the presence of someone who has now disturbed him. Not without trying, but several times Jingga tried to let Andra open her voice and explain about the confusion that occurred at this time, but what Andra did was to avoid as if he was enjoying all the misunderstandings that occurred at present.
Like this morning, they sat down at a table like strangers who didn't know each other. Andra was ready with his dinner clothes while Jingga was still comfortable with home clothes even though he had taken a morning shower.
"until when will you be silent like this." said Orange who finally can no longer hold everything that happened, the attitude of silence and cold Andra very uncomfortable.
Andra stared at the sharp orange, his eyes as if speaking boldly said so but Andra's mouth did not issue a single word for the Orange.
"Andra talk to me about what's really going on, don't shut up like this." said Jingga again.
Andra stopped her morning breakfast activity with her heart put down the fork and the bread knife she used and stuck it he looked at the orange that had been seen no longer able to hold back tears.
"what do you want, I have to explain what.." stupid question that came out of Andra's mouth.
"who Freeya is, if she's your lover, you love each other, say Andra, don't you leave him alone when you marry me and now he's back because you can't accept being with me, tell Andra tell me let me know and I'm aware of what I have to do Andra.." said Jingga, the woman had been consumed with emotion, she had held everything back for a week, everything he wanted to know and everything he wanted to say but during that time he held back hoping Andra would melt from the freezing and the mute and say and explain everything well.
"enough you accuse me that is not orange..."
"then what should I do now Andra, I should accept all your coldness towards me, accept for what you did to me...? no Andra I don't want to." continued Jingga excitedly let out all the emotions that were held back despite the tears on her cheeks but it all added to the impression of an extraordinary emotional.
"then what do you want Orange." said Andra, he raised his voice indicating that the man was also emotionally ignited as well.
"i asked you well who Freeya is, is she your lover...?" Orange repeated the question.
Andra was silent, her lips as if frozen and locked to explain the figure of the woman who had made the orange ferocious as it is today.
"why are you silent, if my guess is correct, answer me Andra..." Orange urged Andra to speak.
But instead of answering Andra instead left Orange at the dining table, grabbed his work coat and came out by slamming the door quite hard.
While Jingga could only cry, her mind ran away where she thought of her fate as well as the house of her hand along with Andra who was new as a young corn.
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"forgive me Orange, I can't tell you who Freeya is yet, let me fix my relationship with him first, I'm sorry Orange..." Andra talked to herself, then shortly Andra drove her car leaving the towering residential unit.
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Elsewhere a beautiful girl was staring at a photo of a little boy consisting of two boys and two girls, in the photo all laughing loosely like very happy, the two boys sat among the adorable little girl in the picture.
"i miss you guys." said the girl.
"sister Andra, are you still mad at me...?" asked the girl herself, her thumb stroking gently the picture of the boy on her left.
Not feeling tears falling, the beautiful girl seemed to bear the burden of a very big longing, the picture of the photo was her with her two brothers who were none other than Andra and Yudha, the image of the photo was her, the sweet girl sitting in the middle is herself, Freeya Malia Rahardian.
In the past their brother-sister relationship was very close, the three took care of each other, especially Andra who became the eldest child so pay attention to her younger sister, especially Freeya, although it looks excessive for the standards of children at that time, but Freeya was so proud of Andra who seemed willing to sacrifice for him.
Until all the happiness was slowly dissipated due to the attitude of Yudha who felt differentiated by her mother's father until Yudha chose to live with her uncle and aunt outside the city while Andra was stubborn not giving any clarification to Yudha about the wrong idea of his sister, all seems to be a disease that continues to spread until finally their father died, Yudha was still upset with his attitude that always looked if Andra was the favorite child of his father and mother while he was an unwanted child.
Andra and Freeya's relationship was so, as Andra tried to rise as much as possible to help her mother who had to lead the company that their father left, as possible, Freeya even with as good as her heart choose a school outside the country with a major that you do not agree with. Freeya was angry at Andra at the time, not accepting Andra's attitude that forbade him to achieve his dreams all this time even though his mother supported all that, until finally Freeya left regardless of Andra's indifferent attitude when she went to study in a country of people.
Now Freeya is back, back with all the extraordinary achievements for girls his age, all that he achieved as a proof to Andra that he was able and able to account for all his dreams so far.
But one thing that Freeya forgot, Andra's hard-hearted attitude that is difficult to ignore. One week after Freeya sent a package of red roses as a congratulation for Andra's wedding with Orange did not get any response from her brother who never wanted to see her cry.
But Freeya's not her name if she can't melt Andra's heart, any way she will do so that her brother will accept her back and their relationship improves again.
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