Orange Pieces
NATA'S HOUSE

Ganis stared at the building in front of him, nothing special there. Compared to his house, it was clearly a bigger house of Ganis. Too simple for a Nata Prawira, if most of the school rods are loved by the opposite sex are usually rich, but not with this one bagundal.

There are no mansions or multi-storey buildings, only one-story houses with ancient models. More can be called the heritage of Dutch history precisely.

"Well in!" the hand of the hero grasped and led the girl into the iron fence at the height of her stomach.

Ngikk !

Even the squeaking sound of scrap metal, perhaps lacking lubricant was heard screaming in Ganis' ear as Wira pushed him.

The first thing that greeted him was that the 2 pine trees in the front yard stood firm and firm, some of his pines lying on the ground.

"House is similar..."

"Oma Lia's house? Who often occupied bi Yeni?" cut the Hero, this girl nodded half in wonder, as detailed as that Wira knew her. Maybe this is trivial for some people even people will consider this the most insignificant thing on earth, but for Wira all the chatter of Ganis is important for him.

Wira House is similar to the house of Sha aunt family, located in the same area as well.

A grove of red roses colonizes on the right side of the house, giving a beautiful accent when first entering the fence of the house with a long garden chair in the side corner. Coincidentally the flowers are blooming beautifully. Everything felt familiar to Ganis.

"You were the one who asked all these rose trees not to be cut, he said so that his house was more colorful 'rich sermons that have, you also often sit there!" Wira smiled bitterly pointed at the chair, reminding all of Ganis' habits first, while Ganis had since noticed some rosebuds falling on her petals.

"The flower that grew from a mixture of Aphrodite's tears and Adonis' blood that fell to the ground. The tragic history of the goddess of love according to Greek mythology. Adonis went hunting b4 bi Ares common forest, which turned out to be not like the relationship Adonis with Aphrodite, Adonis died due to attacked b4 bi forest until it runs out of blood, Adonis, Aphrodite was weeping as Adonis's head fell, and from that cry and blood grew red roses, as a symbol of their love," bright Ganis looked into the eyes of the Wira fixedly.

The silent hero was fixated upon returning Ganis's incredulous gaze, "you..."

"That's what you were telling me about when I wasn't wrong?" Ganis smiled but cried, making Wira bring the girl into his arms.

"Why didn't I want to see you, how badly I had an accident?" many times Ganis swallowed his saliva disappointed, why there was nothing in his brain when he saw the face of the Hero.

"Slow down, we fight together for your bad luck, because there are so many beautiful things going on," he replied, removing the clear melt on Ganis' cheek, holding him in track the yard to the steps of the front porch stairs.

Chequelek

The old-fashioned door, with glass on almost half the door, opens half.

"Teh Ganis!" his body almost staggered to get the collision Indi, this girl smp hugged Ganis warmly longing, although Ganis was still silent in silence, and clearly he was very surprised.

"Ndi," rebuked Wira, the girl was too excited to meet Ganis until she forgot if the Ganis she was hugging did not remember her.

He unraveled his embrace in the body of Ganis, their age is indeed 3 years but their body size is almost the same. Either Ganis who is small in stature or indeed Indi who bongsor.

"Mother is waiting in Dalem!" take Indi, without permission or cue he pulled Ganis' wrist to go inside. This girl turned towards Wira while frowning and grinning not wide.

"Mom! Mama! Guess who is it?!" they get inside through the middle room to get to the kitchen.

A middle-aged woman wearing a brown instant bergo and a matching mega cloudy motif negligently turned around smiling warmly, her gaze the same as Indi when she saw Ganis just now.

"Ganis, O God!" he left a frying pan filled with boiling red sauce to welcome Ganis, the aroma of spices typical of people cooking filled the entire corner of the room until the smell of Ganis, is this opor, gule, or rendang?

All he remembered about his mother and Indi was when the two came to Jakarta to visit him, and thought they were both mama's neighbors.

"Ndi, Ganis still can't remember everything." The hero enters by removing the curtain from the seeds of the hanjeli fruit in the kitchen goal following these girls to meet the mother, then pulls the dining table chair that immediately merges with the kitchen. He only slightly reminded his sister who was often carried away by emotions, so as not to force the memory of Ganis.

"It's okay, slow down!" mother answered, the soft old hand went down the arm to the tip of Ganis's finger, giving a mother a gentle touch.

"Teh Ganis really do not want if you have a brother-in-law to a rich storm Indi?!" there was a disappointed look but he understood, as Ganis shook his head.

"Ganis already eating?" mother asked, Ganis nodded, "it's mom."

"It's like I'll just take a shower for a while," Wira's permission to move on like Ganis okay-okay she lives with Indi and mom.

"Yes hush! A Nata go, Indi want to tell a lot of the same Ganis tea about first, let Ganis inget tea have a brother-in-law who pemes rich Indi!" Indi still did not want to let go next to Ganis' arm.

"Yes," replied Ganis nodding, who knows Indi's story can make his memory recover, there are many things that Ganis wants to know about his past with Wira aka Nata. Mom shook her head, "She, slow down. Don't make Ganis anything."

"Ashiap! Don't worry mom, Indi mah kalem the person, would be a psychologist!" the answer brought Ganis to the middle room, Ganis could only resign himself to follow Indi, drawn here and there like a little sheep marry.

"So, love rest is like drinking first oruh!" shouting mother.

"Yes ma'am,"

Indi brought Ganis to a seat, as if he were the guest of honor. It turns out that there are more possessive people who pay attention to Ganis than Wira.

"Teh, what do you want to drink? Syrup, sweet tea, iced tea sweet lemon, coffee, milk?" nyeroscos like a cafe employee.

Ganis chuckled, "rich cafe yes, no white water, let's not focus!" the answer, Indi giggled.

"Teh Ganis Indi! Kangen pisan Indi sama teteh, kangen bekanda together while kutex'an," he even embraced Ganis. It can be seen if it seems like the relationship between the two used to be quite close.

Indi took off his arms and headed towards the kitchen, "Wait for Indi to grabin, cold or ordinary?" his screams back gave him a head in the doorway of the blocker.

"What a normal thing,"

"Okay, look forward to the order! Water straight from the gallon!" squeak the short-haired girl.

"Not directly from the mountain?" ask Ganis.

"Waduhhh, if directly from the mountain Indi tired, go home to the tea Ganisnya oruh," he was faint.

Ganis chuckled, then all he did was pay attention to one corner of the middle room of this house. He took off his sling bag, his hand outstretched touching every object there.

The flashback of everything that happened in this room seemed to fill the space of Ganis' brain, like he was laughing out loud with Indi, like he was laughing out loud, once also he argued with Wira even mummified when the condition of the quiet house was now turned clear. He felt like a time traveler looking around.

"I love you Nata,"

"Love you too Ganis,"

The touch of Wira made him chuckle in shock, "astagfirullah, startled huh!" his nag. And this scene makes it look like a misbehaviour at once blushing, when Wira back already in a state of wet random hair, and black t shirt skull, as well as knee-length shorts. Don't forget the smell of vanilla citrus.

Ganis touched the picture on the dress of the Hero, the young man followed the movement of Ganis' hand, "why?"

"The clothes bang Nat-nat.." said Ganis.

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Noteds:

*excited : splashy, enthusiastic.

*pemes/ famous: famous