The Love Story of Son of Sultan
53. Not a chance

The sky is perfect black. The sunlight is no longer visible, replaced by the flickering of stars. The orange walked down his head back to the dormitory with a frizzy tent filled with soap, toothbrush and shampoo.

Because Orange can only shop at the only store in front of the dormitory, Orange also uses makeshift items whose price and quality are much different from the care items left behind. 

The first day away from her family turned out to be quite heavy. Nor has he seen his phone.

Not even a day did not meet, the face of Buna and her twin sister is reflected in the mind of Orange. There is a longing that sips into the recesses of his soul, whereas the desire of Orange wants to go long disappeared from the regularity of his life. Expectations are not as beautiful as reality.  

“Huft, I have to prove to Buna and Baba, Orange can be trusted, Orange is mature, Orange can live well without Babanya guards,” Inner Orange strengthen themselves. 

“Ceklek” Orange opens his room door. 

Two of his friends were seen lying on their phones with their hands. Hearing the arrival of the orange, they looked over. 

“Lo not shopping Ngga?” tanya Uti saw the contents of the orange crackle very little. 

“The shirt shop is closed!” answer the lethargic orange. Putting groceries in his closet. 

Oranges really only buy liquid soap market brands that cost the most in the store, even though it is all considered very cheap. Just imagine the soap that Orange use when at home for hundreds of thousands, which Orange buy now 30 thousand.

Orange buy shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, toothbrush, perfume, moisturizer, deodorant, lipstick and hair tie. Orange looks very pale and the appearance of nanar, in the store it is not sold makeup, powder, sunscreen, serum and other skincare treatments. 

"Oh my God, may I not use all these products?" the orange is very upset.

Orange can actually call his family, with his private jet Bunanya can deliver what Orange wants, but Orange knows if the Orange pits Babanya knows that there is Orange will be forced to go home and fiancee as soon as possible. "Ah no..no!" inner Orange.

“Hemmm, how to go?” tanya Tari cares. 

“Gue buy **********, towels and braa really! Fortunately there is, but my outer clothes are not there, can I borrow yours first not?” tanya Orange pouted with her pale face. This is the first time that the orange has humbled itself to borrow someone else's clothes.

“You sure you want to borrow our shirt?” ask Uti.

Uti tau clothes attached to the body of Orange, always brandid clothes that cost compared to having a Uti compared to 10 times even more. The average clothing orange costs millions. While Dari and Uti are discount hunters in online stores.

“Huum, please can ya!” jingga is very resigned, Orange feels like crying.

“OK! I guarantee you, but sorry yes, our clothes are not as good as yours!” answer Dance. 

“Not what-what!” answer Orange. 

Dari then pulled out an oversized t-shirt with an unclear writing motif that she bought at an online store at a discount of 20,000. The bottom wears cloth trousers of flowers from the homemade seams of Uti brothers sold in the market price of the 15,000s. 

“Still yes!” tata Jingga. 

“Yes already sono lo shower, that abis we eat!” say Adult dance and protect the orange. 

“Daddy!” 

Orange then entered the bathroom, when it arrived in the bathroom Orange immediately screamed. 

“Aaaak!” Dari and Uti also directly down from the mattress level panic something happened with Orange. 

“What's up Ngga?” tanya Uti and Dance. 

“There's profit-profit!” said Orange sweating, squatting in the corner as if seeing a ghost.

“Aiih!” grunting Uti emotion then looked at Angga upset and turned to leave, Uti was impatient and very tomboyish. 

Orang-orang is down because they feel guilty. Uti kept cursing at Orange, while Tari sighed her holding back her annoyance but kasian. 

“This hostel is rarely used so naturally there are profits, it's okay, no danger! Just relax, in Pulai P later there will be many animals too!” tatah Tari told. 

Orange is listening. 

“He didn't bite, did he? He's not creeping into me anymore, is he? He just fell into my hands!” answer the story of Orange.

When the orange entered the spider fell and walked into his hair, immediately Orange throw. In the house Orange bathroom is very spacious, there is a ornament, shiny fragrance use bathub again. There are no more spiders.

“Ngak, in fact you are good, right? Now he's also creeping up!” reply Tari pointed to the profit-earnings already above. 

Orange nodded and closed the door and took a quick shower. 

“Buna... sorryin Orange? Orange does not know that there is life like this outside, ahh how is this? It's like another world!” inner Orange looked around the creeps. Make his bathroom orange like in the ghost movies he watches.

“Hai profit-profit, you don't bite me huh. Close your eyes, I want to take a shower you're not the spider demon that peeked at me, right? You're not a male spider, are you?” muttered Orange speaks for itself, the shadow of Orange is too far because most watch colossal fantasy movies. 

With hesitation, Orange immediately flushed his body with water, seeing the dipper is not as clean as at home, even Orange vomit. 

"Oh.. This dipper must have a lot of bacteria!" batin Jingga was upset to realize from earlier the grill of the dipper and the water crust.

Orange rushed out.

After the maghrib prayer, they then went to the place to eat together. Although from the kitchen has provided a lot of food, because the orange shower late they have also been late.

The food there is only leftovers, even the side dishes are also exhausted, only soup with the rest of the cabbage leaves, then sauteed vermicelli and crackers. 

“Eat it only this?” ask the lethargic and disappointed.

“Yeah, you guys late in the bathroom, so don't melt, so run out of side dishes right?!” uti's nagging face with a murmur, making Uti friends with Orange is very annoying. 

The orange that had never been underlined by his family immediately fell down and could not say a word. 

“Sorry!” said Orange again with a soft word, Orange is very depressed. 

“Ya ate so much ya!” say Dance wisely comforting Orange. 

Inevitably Orange only takes very little food, Orange only takes rice vermicelli and crackers. 

“Buna... See what Orange eats now? These are all carbohydrates, no protein, no vegetables, no fruit! Oh, I hope I'm healthy! I hope I'm not fat, it's late at night, I shouldn't eat like this!” inner Orange in heart looked at the food in front of him doubtfully. 

In the house of Mr. Ardi there are special chefs and giziny experts who cook the way with science, very thorough. The menus, the air is all set and the best quality.

Orange glanced at Uti and Tari, both of them eating voraciously even with only vermicelli and crackers. The orange then entered the food doubtfully. 

They did not wait for long to finish eating and return to their rooms. As they walked the steps of the orange swallowed. Faintly Orange saw someone who looked to be laughing with a group of students playing guitar in front of a male dorm room. The guy looks cool, macho and charismatic.

“That's an ojeker isn't it?” inner Orange while walking. 

“Kok he's here too? Who exactly is he? Isn't it?” the Orang-orange wants to keep making sure.

Unfortunately when Jinga confirmed her gaze, the man bent his body either took what under his feet. 

“Hahh...no, there is no way the taxi driver is here! Aih Orange? Why do I think of that bummer as well. Focus up! Focus!” inward Orange corrects his daydream. 

Because Orange noticed the male entourage, the path of Orange became unfocused, and Orange did not realize that in front of him stood a large tall man stopped paying attention to Orange with his dinginya gaze, the man stood up and put both hands in his pocket. 

“Bug!” The orange hit the man.

Uti and Tari gulped down her saliva with a look of horror. Though the two of them had coded Orange to walk properly, but Orange focused on paying attention to the group of students who were playing the guitar. Uti and Tari kan yaya men were very cold and fierce.

Orange then looked up the head to see who he hit.

“Pak Joints!” pekik Orange.