
Daytime at Aby's residence.
"Crazy, very handsome. Where are you going?" joe asked Frans, who was wearing a plain white shirt with black trouser stellies. Joe looked at Frans from the bottom to the end of his head, he was so pangling with Frans' appearance that was so different from usual.
"Every day I'm always handsome" Frans said as he linked the buttons up his sleeve.
"Iya-iya is usually handsome but different from today, this hair drizzle like that makes you become more handsome," said Salman.
"Not-not, like the clothes that make you handsome maximum," said Joe again.
"You two fuckin' shit. I'll go first" said Frans.
"Eh yes from now on it's noisy with your appearance but we don't know where you're going. Where are you going?" ask Salman.
"Well, this was me asking where I was going but it wasn't answered" continued Joe.
"I want a first date with Ms. Jingga" Frans said.
"Jiah, still calling Mommy. Akek or what cake do not Mbak origin, the same time girlfriend called him Mbak," said Salman.
"Udah custom, after all it's okay too times. Unique itself, when people call the more-lebai, I call him Ma'am," said Frans with a thin smile on his lips.
"It is strange to call it that way, as if there are no romantics" Salman said again.
"Whisper you guys, ah." Frans started to step onto his bike and now he started wearing his helmet.
"French!" exciting Roses.
"Yes, Mommy. What's up?" frans asked while continuing to wear his helmet.
"Any time to ride a motorcycle? The car is idle" said Roses.
"No need, Ma'am thank you, I rode the bike anyway Mbak Jingga bring the car later if you want to ride the car can use the car Mbak Jingga," explained Frans.
"If you want to use a car, use it, Frans."
"No need, Ma'am. Besides, I think it is more friendly to ride a motorbike can be hugged from behind," Frans said with a small laugh.
"It can, you. Yes, go there! Be careful and good luck" said Roses.
"May it work!" joe and Salman.
Frans smiled and started riding on his bike and slowly left the house where he worked.
*******
The Roger restaurant.
"Mas, Orange wants to see us. This afternoon she's coming here" Michaela told her husband.
"What are you doing? Just yesterday we talked to him, now what else?" said Roger.
"Maybe he will accept our proposal" Michaela said with a happy smile.
"We, you only once," said Roger in a lazy tone.
"Mas, let's dong this whole thing for the good of all of us" Michaela said as she grabbed Roger's hand and held him gently.
"We are from where? All for your satisfaction."
"For all of us. With this marriage, you will be lightened from past sins and the orange will be saved from the disgrace that at any time will certainly be revealed when he marries another man" explained Michaela.
"What good will you get? You only hurt your own heart" said Roger, sticking his index finger in his chest.
"I will have a child born from an orange womb and that is your child, the biological child of my beloved husband" Michaela said with a meaningful smile.
"Hard-headed." Roger pinched his wife's nose and pulled her body until Michaela was in his arms.
*******
In Mr. Mahendra's office.
When Frans arrived at the office area it turned out that Jingga was waiting for him in front of the office.
Orange stood while staring at the entrance of the office, her smile expanding as she watched Frans walk up to her.
"No. I just got out of the office" said Jingga.
"We're leaving now," continued Orange again.
"Sir Mahendra .. I have permission first to him, I do not want to take a girl away without permission from her parents" Frans said.
"Papa is not in place, papa is out" explained Orange.
"Then call first" Frans said.
"Don't have permission, and the good news is that my mom agrees with you" explained Jingga.
"What's? Did you talk to them?" frans asked who only answered a nod and a thin smile by Orange.
"When I want me to tell them I proposed to you myself" Frans continued.
"I'm not saying we're dating, I'm just saying we're close and my parents are saying I'm better off with me. That means they agree with our relationship" said Jingga.
Frans smiled, "yes we've gone now," Frans said, holding an orange hand.
"Wear a car or a motorcycle?" ask Jingga while continuing to walk in Frans' footsteps.
"It's up to you to wear what, but if I think it's better to use the car because now the weather is hot, your skin will burn" said Frans.
"Yes already riding a car if so, but I also like riding a motorcycle," said Jingga.
"Retail the bike later, sometime if you go in the morning or afternoon. Dear smooth skin you will overheat," said Frans while opening the car door for Orange to enter.
"Thank you." Orange smiled and immediately got into the car.
After Jingga entered, Frans got into the car and drove straight to Roger and Michaela's restaurant.
*******
The Mitha residence.
"No activity?" mitha asked as she saw Michelle sitting in the living room chair while playing on her phone.
"Yes, this, Ma. Actually there is work but Dirga forbid," said Michelle.
"Mama also will not agree that her work is dangerous" Mitha said as she sat next to Michelle.
"There's no danger, just investigating the affair" Michelle explained.
"But still your job outside if you want to apply for work only in the office" said Mitha.
"I don't fit in, Ma works in a cramped room whose people are just that. I'm tired of having corruptors in my workplace going to all prisons" Michelle said.
"Good dong, that way you get up quickly," explained Mitha.
"That's not what I want, I want to live free if working as a detective is good, the streets are capitalized people just find out what they want it we are satisfied to walk, eat and snack," explained Michelle.
"Huh, it's up to you then. Said not to listen," said Mitha.
"Sorry, Ma." Michelle smiled to see her mother upset.
********
"Hi, Orange," said Michaela as Orange entered her private room.
"Who are you coming with?" ask Roger.
"Nobody's gonna hurt you here so, don't bring a bodyguard" continued Roger who knows who Frans really is.
"We have come to reject the proposal you offered to Orange" Frans said without further ado.
"What!" Michaela and Roger are shocked to hear Frans' statement.
Michaela looked at Orange and Frans alternately, there were some questions that were now waiting in her line.
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