Orange Pieces
HAY RENGGANIS

The hero gasped with the laughter of Ganis and Indi, snapping his past daydreams with Ganis.

"Eat with yuk!" the mother's voice was barely heard because Indi dominated the hearing there.

Ganis who can forget the word kiss ketek it back to pluck sponge caramel on the plate, whether doyan or indeed hungry, but this girl is happy nyemil when her body size is small. Counted already 4 pieces of caramel sponge and some balado sticks that enter into his stomach during Indi storytelling. Aji mumpung dapet free food, brush ajalah!

"Udah is called a tea bundahara, told to eat!" Ganis glanced at Wira, as if asking for approval to continue this chat at the dining table with even heavier food, then Wira nodded.

"Ganis is still full! This is still holding the sponge, but if forced anyway will not refuse!" the answer is basa bokir. Old-fashioned pleasantries that make Indi grin wide and chuckle.

"You are also supplied can Nis," replied the gentle mother.

"The pots ma'am?! Mother likes to lure the happiness of Ganis aja," exclaimed Ganis glared, Indi could not be separated holding Ganis's arm even though he only wanted to go to the dining room. The hero could only resignedly get behind the two girls who were almost that same height, letting Indi have Ganis at this time. Indi was the one who cried the most when he found out that Ganis had lost his memory, and did not know him.

"Can! Bring it, you want to wash the pancakes?!" kelakar mother replied to Ganis. Ganis laughed crisply.

"Ha-ha, make Nata's nimpuk at school mom! Let's not do it again" sizzled Ganis.

"Aaahhh, this is what makes Indi kangen the same!" his whining suddenly even melted his tears.

"Eh, how is it crying?" the look on Ganis' face turned to panic cupped Indi's cute face.

Mother smiled bitterly, she understood Indi was indeed unable to control her emotions.

"Same inget pear,"

"Ndi," Wira reprimanded the sister while shaking her head slowly, Wira reckon Ganis is not yet time to know about the pear.

"Pir?" tanya Ganis muttered.

"Later slow down, now eat first!" tukas Wira half forced by carrying both shoulders of Ganis towards the chair.

"Sorry tea, emotional laughter!" Indi wiped his tears and sat down beside Ganis.

"I'm sorry if you're so, Nis," said the mother sliding the bowl and plates on the dining table.

"Wahh! It's not like it's buk, I'm late!" enthusiastic reply, look at the sparkling eyes of Ganis see what is on the table.

Because on the table now there is a cow gule, corn paste, sambal, pickles and shrimp crackers.

"Ouch! Ganis so not good, dateng-dateng ask for food. But I'm sure, because the food must be good!" he said it himself, answering himself. This is the characteristic of Ganis.

"Bang Nat-nat, Ganis wants to go with Indi to Gasibu!" tanya Ganis was like making a phone call.

Then Ganis cleared his throat and weighed down his voice as if he were a Hero, "Oh baby, be careful! Don't go home if the money hasn't gone away!"

Mother laughed to herself if she remembered Ganis' behavior. Making Ganis, Indi and Wira look confused at him.

"Mother why?" mom immediately smothered her own mouth.

"Ah, no! Just a keinget of something, support or follow up!" mom pulled the air.

"Now, Ganis used to love shrimp crackers," mother shifted the jar of crackers to near Ganis.

"Yes mom, thanks!" nodding Ganis, his stare on a plate of rice that has been red in front of him, why did he forget this so good family.

"Teh Ganis, would you like to get involved?" indi asked, Ganis who was taking shrimp crackers was surprised by Indi's question, he could only comment on a grimacing smile.

"Ndi, Ganis is still awkward," the wrinkled hand held Indi's hand begging to be patient.

Stay on? Last night with Wira?! Waduhh! Although he could accept the words of the Hero but he still did not remember about his second marriage, so do not expect Ganis to want to all that with this one bagundal.

After they finished eating, they returned to the living room, faintly looking at a piece of clothing design that Wira would probably give editing to next pass through the printing press.

Vulcan Project, a trademark of Wira. He started the effort completely from scratch. Starting from he who only sells other people's goods, because of the positive response from community friends even outside, whatever he offers always ludes sold even though it is not an easy thing for it, and so on, he had fallen awake and felt no behavior before. His business brain flows from his father. Whatever Wira lakoni to help the mother's kitchen money and school money is also Indi.

The hero also makes his own design, his ability is indeed a natural talent. Not infrequently he sent it to a business partner distro project, he said, relying on his reputation that knows a lot of the rock band community he is also often invited to join the event organizer of an event or concert band with the hard flow.

From his hard work little by little he collected capital money to create one brand of his own, because his business is also the school of Wira neglected, for him education is not more important than money. Life is hard, what she needs, mother, and Indi is money, hoping that the mercy of people will not make her third stomach full. Sometimes money is also the cause of differences in the way humans view other humans. Differences are like a gap for some people. Wira wants her family to be appreciated.

"Vulcan project, what does it mean?" asked Ganis, with furrowed brows, his hand swayed a piece of design that belonged to Wira.

"Vulcan, do you know who Vulcan is?" ask Wira.

The girl shakes her shoulders not knowing, "don't know. Sostel, right?" kekeh Ganis's.

"That means the Greek mang sostel," replied Wira stopped typing on his laptop.

"Walah, far from Greece only want to trade sostel in Bandung," said Ganis full of jokes.

"Vulcan was if in Greek mythology was a blacksmith, a man who made weapons of the Greek gods, the creator of the thunderbolt Zeus, the winged helmet of the goddess Athena. If in ancient Rome Vulcan was the god of fire."

"Want? I'll make it. His wife Wira read, sure they won't dare to see you use a perverted look?!" hero's offer makes this girl tick.

"Didih, there I was paired with a race-rame, he said halu!" ganis's eyes now turned to look at the other sheet. Speaking of the slebor stall, why the innate inget keep the Markonah giggling with Wira who betulin buckle, suddenly the heart of Ganis boiling, can be made to boil noodles using eggs.

"Nata, man,"

"Hm" he turned his head and looked at Ganis.

"Say kids, you're 20, this year. He said he never went to class 2 times, really?" ask her carefully.

"Yes, and you're the one who knows it best including the reason, all about me only you know best" replied Wira.

"Hm," there was a thin smile that was clearly drawn in the heart of Ganis, although it does not remember at least he was the most important person in the life of the Hero first, eh what?! Ko thought so.

"You said I was your wife--"

The hero immediately interrupted Ganis, "not that I said, but in reality you are my wife Ganis."

Nah!

Jemari Ganis nudged the mouth of Wira, "a very habit if I talk again cut continuously," her tirade grumbled, Wira was silent to want her to kiss the lips of Ganis until the girl was tight.

"Yes, you said I was..." Wira squinted at Ganis who returned mispronounced according to him, until Ganis snapped his words and prayed.

"Well, I'm your wife, satisfied?! But why did you say I was a freak, back then?! What a bummer, you are rude! You don't know, I really want to nakol your head with a hammer until your head collapses!" the upset.

"Why aren't you scared? Though I ngarepin you react, hit me that way, hit me wearing rich shoes you used to sell,"

"Currently," Ganis frowned confusedly, everywhere people did not want to be hit.

"You look at people who are too late, rich people want to kill people right then and there, who is not afraid of hayo?!" he raised his chin while grunting.

"You, you weren't afraid of me." Wira's gaze dimmed when he remembered first, Ganis completely forgot how to treat Wira.

"Masa? Find me dead if that's it," muttered Ganis.

"Emang," agreed Wira.

"It was time to think about killing you in any way, want to check you until one breath continue to throw your body into the ravine, or just stab just keep dumping your body in the suitcase," he continued to casually describe how to kill.

"Ih," Ganis shuddered his shoulders in horror, then grabbed the sofa cushion and brutally beat Wira.

"Now! I killed you before you killed me!!"

"Now!"

"Now!"

Wira even cengengesan made because the blow Ganis does not affect anything for him let alone pain, he even feels like a massage.

"I finally found a way, so you rich wife is more to torture you," kekeh Wira, just this time Ganis saw a smile of laughter on the scary face of Wira, since they first met again.

"Nata, if I can't swallow again how? What are you going to do? Because the richness of our preferences is different, our circle of friends is also different, our tastes are different," asked Ganis snorting. The hero turned his body and the body of Ganis, until they came face to face.

His hands touched from the base of the hair to the line of Ganis's face, "then I'll repeat everything that happened to us from the beginning,"

"Hay Rengganis Kamania, my name is Nata Prawira Adiwangsa, the person you hit wearing middle-of-the-male shoes at the beginning of our meeting," Ganis laughed crisply.

"Yes rowdy?!" his brows were linked, Wira nodded.

"We used to date?" ask Ganis.

"Yes,"

"Have we dated anything yet? Can't I come with you to see a crazy concert?" asked Ganis, making that smile widen on Wira's face.

"We used to poke, keep pinching..."

Ganis frowned, "to what?" plain face.

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Noted :

Nakol : hammer