Orange Pieces
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From: Mimin Sin
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Welcome to the underground zone, this story is not intended for readers who are looking for lessons, wisdom, willing to argue and reason, or readers with the power of divine level nyinyir fingers. Because this story carries the concept of freedom, a little sarcasm, and just entertainment from the world that is tiring, sometimes far from the word moral. Do not look for lessons if there may be a brain sholehah mimin who is working. Mimin just numpang nyimpen work from mubadzir.
There are some scenes or parts with scenes of menohok, make shock, abdominal pain, and so on. If you agree to the terms please continue, if not monggo omit. REMEMBER THAT! DON'T BOOM LIKE!!! Like after you finish reading each chapter, if you appreciate each author.
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..."Wherever the earth, where you stand, that is where I breathe. Hate me so I know how much you remember me. I'll collect every orange piece with you."...
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...A novel that tells the dark side of teenage life that is at its lowest point as a human being full of selfishness and freedom....
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THE ORANGE, orange, is the color spectrum of the red and yellow mixture. It symbolizes enthusiasm, attraction, excitement, determination, attention, drive, success. Orange is also synonymous with the beautiful color of twilight that teaches us that whatever happens today will surely end beautifully.
As the title suggests, 'Kepingan Jingga' tells the story of how the efforts of Ganis (18-year-old) and Wira (youth of his generation) to compile pieces of the moment for the end of their beautiful story. A story as beautiful as an orange filled with attention, attraction, determination to achieve success with each other.
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A newspaper article a few months ago is still neatly stored on the table, never until dusty due to frequent opening and viewing. As a result of being often held and read back and forth, the newspaper sheet was slightly scuffed. The stale news always managed to make his heart tremble in pain, slurping, and weeping in silence.
...JABAR...
...The Death Tourism Bus accident on Pangalengan road in Bandung, West Java stretched 10 lives, allegedly drowsy drivers and brakes blonged....
...JABAR POST-Insiden bus accident occurred at KM 631 Pangalengan line to Bandung city on Saturday afternoon at 15.45 WIB resulted in 10 deaths, 23 severe and minor injuries....
...The Palawija travel bus suffered a single accident on the Pangalengan journey to Bandung....
...Head of West Java Regional Police Highway Patrol Unit AKBP Halimun Prabu said the Palawija travel bus with license plate number D-1234-MS carried 33 passengers....
..."As a result of the incident, 23 people were seriously and lightly injured, 10 people died" Halimun said when questioned at the scene....
...Halimun explained that the bus had an accident by carrying a group of Gemilang 103 Bandung High School who traveled to Pangalengan on February 14, 202X....
...According to his statement, the bus was traveling at high speed on a descending and winding path. The bus crashed into a roadblock from iron and then free-fall rolled into the tea garden area....
...The tragic incident that befell the 33 passengers is said to be Halimun allegedly because the driver is sleepy and the brakes are blong....
...The victims were reportedly rushed to several different hospitals to speed up the treatment process....
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"Hhh-" a heavy sigh blew from his mouth. He folded back sheets of ash paper with an opening still often slicing hearts, a scene where portraits of buses were destroyed in the area of a tea plantation owned by residents.
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The sound of the wheels spinning because less lubricant makes every pair of ears that hear. Bringing along the body of an unconscious person with an alarming condition.
The eyes of the 40-year-old man next to him immediately pointed at the red stains on the short skirt of ash, he understood this condition.
"A ready operating room?"
With a steady nod, "ready doc,"
"Call also doctor Gina obgyn specialist. Just say it'll catch up!" pekik.
At full speed, the nurse nodded and immediately disappeared from sight.
The sound of a heart recording device is like a decisive beat of someone's life in there. The life of a creature is in the hands of the Creator. This afternoon, in orange a twilight will be a reminder, if death is one step closer to it.
The rush of hasty running steps filled the entire hearing in the hospital hallway. It feels like today the health facility building is busier than usual.
A faint cry broke the eardrum. As if it had just happened, the car weighed hundreds of kilos out of the lane and plunged freely into the tea garden area. The chanting of takbir, istighfar, and two sentences of shahada became a good-night song between the whistle blown by the angel of the owner of the life.
"Hhhhh...hufft!" the girl was surprised.
Ganis wiped away the sweat flowing profusely around his face and body lines. His head throbbed every time he had a dream like it was real. The tiny hand slowly pinched his temple, "sshhh.." he groaned.
His gaze shifted, pounded on a sky-blue alarm clock on a small wooden table beside the bed, he was tired.
"Ah, it's 6 o'clock again right, what a pussy!" his grunts hurried, feeling that the night time was now shorter than the day.
The girl folded the sheets of the blanket lazily and threw them away with a pile of pillow bolsters.
His steps were fixed to the door where the towel was stuck behind the entrance and grabbed him.
And it happened again, one routine activity in the morning rubbing his body gently with a bath sponge also melted soap liquid. "Hm!" her favorite vanilla citrus scent.
His eyes were closed enjoying the calmness in the cold. Ganis is ready to return to school, beginning his tired day of encountering the outside world.
Drawn wooden chairs made of foam choice of the best quality in his time, old dining chairs owned by mama's gift from papa, maybe as old as the age of his marriage with the papa.
Repeatedly she flicked her hair back with one index finger so as not to tickle her neck, interrupting her favorite breakfast menu of whole wheat bread and chocolate peanut butter.
"So you want Arbi's help?" Scintillatingly rolled her eyeballs without turning her face away from the sausage fried rice on the plate on the sweet girl unraveled on her back.
He swallowed the weight of his food, the texture of this bread is rough so it must be chewed really so as not to be too troublesome the work function of the esophagus. Maybe Ganis should eat it by dissolving water or oil so that it smoothly jaya to the stomach without the need to chew it.
"Not yet" she replied worriedly.
"Say want to enter ITB rich brother, at least UPI lah!" the shot slightly inflames the sister.
"Where mama is equally papa, afraid to expect too much 'ga in line with expectations later stress again, instead of entering university even enter RSJ," replied Ganis indifferently, he licked the melted jam that came out from between the folds of bread on his thumb.
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