When the Orange Tassbih

CHAPTER 1 - delete

Hi, I'm Orange!

My name is Jingga Nayara.

I am twenty-one years old now. I am the eldest of three brothers.

This time I want to tell you about my life story. Yeah, a complicated life. But there are moments that really make me happy.

Oh, my teenage years. It was a beautiful and happy time, but baby!

For a second I felt my happy time. My good times are taken by power. My happy times were lost to things I could not understand until now.

Maybe because the time I feel beauty and happiness is only a moment. So until now, I still want to be in my teenage years at that time. I still want those times to come back into my life.

If you ask me what my good time was?

Especially if it is not the first love of a teenage girl.

Hmm, tickle also on my feelings if I remember the first moment I started to feel love first.

Yep. I love a man who never thought before in my mind to love or love him. I even hated him once. Hates it!

I hate him, because he used to scold and sneer at me at school.

He told me gini. Hey, orange! it's school. Not the dangdutan stage!

Yeah, he said I was like a dangdutan song because my school dress style was too vulgar. Indeed, anyway. When I was in high school, I liked to wear sexy uniforms. Tight clothes and skirts that are above the knee. And that's my everyday fashion. Yes, of course I am confident, especially the teachers in my school never reprimanded me.

I was the son of the sultan at that time, who did not know my father. Government officials and wealthy businessmen.

The rich are free. Yeah, right?

But that was then, yes!

Now, yes, I was ashamed of the way I dressed back then.

I don't understand why that time was. He likes to make trouble with me. He's actually a new kid. Yeah, he's a transfer boy from another school.

wuuh, I really want to beat him up. But, at that time I thought that many of my children or friends would know if at that time I extended the problem.yes, of course I was embarrassed if it became a laughing stock of students.

"hey, what are you doing....?" manya hysterical.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't think anyone's inside!"

"Sorry, sorry porn brain...! You were on purpose, right?"

"I swear, I didn't mean it. This is the men's toilet, after all" he pointed to the writing above the toilet door.

oh, that's a men's toilet. I apparently forgot that the toilet was newly renovated during the semester break yesterday.

Even if I'm wrong actually. I forgot to lock the door when I was inside. But I still insist on blame, he. yes, I prestige of course.

"hey, did you see it?" I asked with real shame.

"See what?" timpan asked. Who either pretended not to understand or how.

"Don't pretend you don't understand!" my hardik.

"oh, do I have to say?" ask him back.

And I don't fuck, uuhh, this shit, kid! Mumamku annoyed.

I was even desperate. I felt more embarrassed at that time. Then I passed from before him without much chatter. Which I only told him. That's so he doesn't tell anyone about it.

That's where I hate him, he.

As time goes by with that hate. Uh, in the end, he was, in fact, the best person of my teenage years.

His name is Adelio Aksa. He's my classmate. But of course, he and I are not so familiar. We are enemies, even. Maybe he's sick of me. I used to be a cocky, pretentious, cool-ass girl.

Yes, I admit, it is! Plus the problem in the toilet at that time. Yeah, problem