The One I Damba

Begins

That night the footsteps of Orange brought him to that place, a place that peddled the pleasures of the world but haram, his mind was completely dead-end, he could no longer think clearly. Last afternoon the doctor who handled Akbar spoke to him that Akbar's situation had declined again, the process of dialysis that has been done was not too giving a significant effect on Akbar until the final path that must be taken is a heart transplant that requires a very large cost.

Orange's mind was really tangled, he no longer knew what to do and had to find money where, where, for the cost of dialysis Akbar also had to work from morning to night every day without holidays, he did not care at all how his own body condition.

At that time he looked at the place, a lot of guests who came from a young age to old men who might be suitable to be the father of Orange came to that place, he said, there are also women who may be the same age as the Orange using super minimal clothing to make some body parts that should be covered are clearly visible to the views of others.

The girl clenched her hands, as if strengthening herself over what she was seeing, a really sad sight that maybe in a moment he will do as well as the final way for him to find the cost for the treatment of his beloved sister. But before long the girl left with a small run, her tears running down her cheeks and wetting her.

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Andra was already a little satisfied with what she wanted to know about Orange, about what happened in her past, about who the two children were and what it had to do with Orange.

At the moment Andra was already in the papillion, watching the orange cooking to eat them both, no words were spoken between the two of them.

"the food is ready, eat it." said Jingga, all the food is available on the table, nothing is missed. Rice, side dishes, vegetables, fruit, water, dishes, glasses and friends are neatly lined up on the dining table.

"where are you going...?" andra asked as Jingga was about to walk away instead of accompanying herself to eat.

"what care you, eat it I can guarantee if the food is not poisoned." said Jingga ketus.

Andra was upset, it turns out that his attitude had made the attitude of Orange to be hard on him even though the girl was an excellent lover.

"sit down." said Andra.

The orange infinitely shrouded Andra's request, he just stared with a sharp gaze like a new knife in the sharpening.

"i said sit down." Andra's tone rose because the orange did not obey her orders.

Eventually the orange relented he chose to sit down rather than anger Andra getting uncontrollable and the food he had prepared would only become trash.

"get me the food." Andra said.

"take it yourself..."

"i'm your husband, you deserve to serve me." Andra said.

"husband, what kind of husband are you, huh, you locked me in this place, my cell phone you took, I'd rather live with my sister than be in this place, I'm lonely.." said Orange.

Indeed, during Jingga stay in the magnificent papillion Andra always lock it from the outside, all access to communication in unplugged even old-school mobile phone Orange not spared he took. Living in the papillon made Orange feel alive like a bird that had no wings, he could never go anywhere else.

"then what do you want." asked Andra, actually he really did not like there was a scene of argument at the dinner table especially when he was going to eat.

"give me my phone and let me out I promise to go home before you go home." said Jingga.

"no, I won't give it to you and I won't let you leave this place..."

"Whatever you want, you locked me in this place for what, it's useless..."

"Andra, I'm tired of living here all day, I miss my sister..."

"you forgot, I promised Akbar to visit them this weekend, you just have to wait a few more days to be able to visit them.." that's Andra, you know, he never wanted to lose when arguing with anyone and now Orange must accept his defeat.

"the stone-head male base..."

"don't say much I'm hungry..."

With resentment in his heart, he inevitably had to serve Andra, he brought the man rice and his friends into a plate and accompanied the man to eat.

When Jingga was preparing her food Andra even stole a glance at the girl, in fact the girl looks beautiful with a thin face, the nose is sharp and the eyes are light brown although on the lower right cheek visible bruises caused by him who often gripped the jaw of the girl until the girl grimaced in pain.

Andra's memory flew, he recalled the time he treated Orange until the girl sighed because of his actions. He had presumptuously touched the body of the Orange when the girl had been all her might to avoid him but because his right hand which he tied made the Orange could not do much but accept all the deeds of Andra.

Andra began to realize that Orange must be dear to him even though Andra was confused where to start to do it all.

"tomorrow I will not cook." said Jingga.

"why...?" ask Andra.

"there are no more cooking ingredients that I can cook.." said Orange.

"finished eating let's go shopping..."

"what's..?"

"you said there was no food, you wanted me to starve, if you didn't want it, it's fine if I went alone..." the opportunity for Andra to start from the beginning, began to love the woman.

"no no I'm coming, but I have to take a shower first..."

"eat first with me then take a shower and then we go..."

"alright..."

Eventually the two of them ate together, spending all the food that had been served. Orange is so happy when finally Andra invites ya to go out of the papillon even though it is just shopping for the needs of the house and for Andra this may be just a small road for him but it must be he take it before the big road he will finally get. Making orange happy was not a difficult thing, frequent sickly Orange can make the girl can be happy even with a very simple thing.

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