Sky Orange
Waggot

The sky brought the orange back into the oak in his room. Since then he was quite sensitive to see the expression of an orange face that seemed to hold something, especially when he saw an injured orange forehead and a reddened neck. He breathed a rough sigh when he sat down on the sofa.

“Om want to do ngajak Jingga here? He said he wanted a suspension of Orange, even invited here. Om do not want to un boxing Orange right?” ask Jingga a little to sing her lips.

Ctakkk

“Ouch! Pain om!” squeal Orange with a little glassy, because the sky just touched his forehead, not right in the place of the wound but still sick, Inner Orange.

“Why are you so hobby of making riots?”

“Om will see for itself, not Orange that starts. They first!” the exclamation does not accept.

“You made them think so, you should be a little softer being a girl. Orange, I don't want to blame anyone, because you guys are just as wrong.” Said the Sky sighing heavily.

“So also do not ask in belain same Om!” his squeals were irritated with glassy eyes.

“Till, this is for your good. Not everyone can understand you, not everyone can accept your nature, you must be able to adjust yourself. You must be able to behave well in front of people so that people do not judge you bad.”

“So don't need judgment from people! And Orange doesn't care about them!” orange Whiskers clenched their hands tightly, judgment? Does Orange still need that assessment. Even from his own parents he could not get, his mother still continues to judge Blue the best, even though he was trying his best.

Mother has already remembered and wants to change, but the orange knows that healing has not been a hundred percent. Maish orange often heard the mother cry and call the name Blue when in the park. All the flowers in the garden contain only white roses, it's a favorite Blue, Orange tau it. In fact, her mother does not know what her favorite food, flowers or objects whatever her favorite. Mother only thinks of the likes of Blue, Blue and Blue.

And now, Heaven asks himself to behave well in order to get good judgment from others? Ckck, Orange is not that hypocritical, he does not want to force people to like his appearance and nature. Except for the Sky, for some reason when he was with the Sky, he felt so comfortable and had such a strong sense of being able to seize his heart.

Orang-orang itself does not know why.

“Then in suspension right? Until when?” tanya Orange diverted the conversation, but Heaven knew that Orange was quite hurt to hear his speech earlier. Seen now the girl clenched her hands with eyes that glazed glass, bolting the Sky again can only sigh, dizzy.

Fortunately, the sky was so swift to catch the body of Orange until now the position of Orange fell right on the lap of the Sky. The eyes of the two met and stared at each other deeply, there was a sense that Heaven itself could not reveal.

A long-lost taste, and it's as if it's back again.

Long enough to die, the two looked at each other, until suddenly the view of the sky came down to the tiny lips of Orange. Lips that always blabber and make his head feel dizzy because of his voice. Slowly but surely, Heaven rubbed those lips, making Orange instantly hold its breath.

"Who let you go?"

"Om yang—"

"Sttt!" The sky touched the lips of Orange with its index finger as if to signal that the girl was silent.

Gluey!

'Om Sky what to do? It's impossible to unseal the Orange, right now?' orange murmur in the heart with a racing heart.

The face of the two is getting closer and spontaneous Orange closed his eyes as if the Sky would kiss him, he had prepared it, if indeed the Sky would take his fisrt kiss. Yes first kiss, because during dating Bagas, Orange beum never kiss lips, just sometimes Bagas kiss his cheeks or forehead.

Near, getting closer and arriving ...

Ccq ...

“Oops, sorry!”