The Orange Sky Changed Destiny
Orangish

Thank God so out of the house om Langit, I got a good boarding place in my opinion.

Om Langit has already paid for it for the next 3 months.

He was going to pay for 1 year, but I forbid it. Finally after a long debate I am willing to be paid for the next 3 months.

After Om Langit, I cleaned my room. Tomorrow I go to work, I will try to go to Fatimah's mother.

As soon as I got out of the boarding house, I walked past the group of men hanging out. I actually feel awkward and a little scared going through them, but they don't do anything just flirt. I smiled briefly, and passed.

I went to Fatimah's mom's restaurant by public transport. When they got there, they thought I was a customer and told me the restaurant wasn't open yet.

I just smiled and asked Fatimah's mother. I introduced myself that my name was Orange Buana. They don't believe me, after I mention their names one by one, they trust me. Especially Mba Wulan, she used to dress me up for the first time.

I met Fatimah's mother and she smiled happily. I told her why I stopped suddenly without notice. Including my family problems. I believe in him.

He finally accepted me to work again. I was even told to work straight away. I'm so glad I finally got to raise money for my college tuition.

And now it doesn't feel like I've been working here for a month and left Om Langit's house. I miss mamah, papah, Kak Mentari, Kak Bintang and the Moon. The one person I miss the most but try to get rid of is Langit Biantara.

Today I am off work, I intend to play to the house Om Langit. The smell of cake filled my room. It's not good to visit without bringing a hand, which is why I make steamed brownies and steamed bowls.

Cake is done, now I'm going to take a shower and get ready to go.

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I arrived in front of the Biantara family home. I stepped inside the gate. The security guard brother already knew me so he opened the gate for me.

I walk straight inside.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaukumsalam. The orange! Here go in.” Mamah. I kissed her hand and we sat in the living room

.

“Where have you been? Never played here, how are you?” Mamah asked.

“Alhamdulillah Mah good, Mamah how are you?”

“Alhamdulillah Mamah and others are good, but the house is now quiet, there is no you.”

“Sorry, Mah Jingga has never played here. He now works at a full-time restaurant. Now Orange again holiday.”

“You have a holiday once a month?”

“No Mah, once a week get off but Orange change friends. Pretty Mah to add savings.”

“What are you doing working so hard? Let Papah or Sky pay your tuition fees.

“Thank you very much Mah, but I don't want to be anyone else's burden. By the way where is this?”

“Again on out there are events each.”

“Oh Yes, Mah. Nih Jingga bring cake. It makes its own orange may Mamah and others like.”

“Wah, thank you very much, you should not bother loh, but Mamah likes you to bring cake. Thanks.” Mom went to the kitchen.

I smiled and looked around, there was no change in the house. Soon Mamah came back again carrying the pieces of cake I made on the plate.

“Enak loh Jingga cake made by you. Mom was already tasting one piece.”

“Still, Mah.”

“You love sports right,”

“Rarely Mah.”

“Aduh Orange, you have to remember. You can't be fat, or your legs will hurt.”

“Iya Mah.”

“Come, Orange also kangen.” We went to the kitchen and started cooking. Mama told me a lot of things that happened during this month. How busy the sky to not have time to eat lunch, and always go home at night.

Ah ... mama, why tell the Sky?” I want to forget the Sky. At half-twelfth, the cooking is done. We set it on the table.

“Thus, may Mamah ask you for help?”

“Make sure, Mah. What would you like to ask for help?”

“Bring lunch to Sky, can?” I fell silent, if I refused to feel bad, after all just dropping off, I just put it on his secretary.

“Can, Mah.” Mom smiled widely.

“Content dear, a moment yes, Mamah will prepare first. While waiting for Mamah you just eat first.” I just nodded and waited for Mamah to prepare food for the sky. I can't eat first while the host hasn't touched the food.

“Then why not eat?” Mom asked because she saw me not eating.

“Let's go Mah, Jingga don't want to eat.”

“Oh, you eat it later with the sky, Mamah bring a lot of kok. You two eat, yeah.” Mom put the food on the table.

“Iya Mah's. Orange departs first, later hungry om Sky.” I took the stock and said goodbye to Mamah not forgetting to kiss her hand.

The journey from home to Kamtor om Langit, quite far. Spent 45 minutes.

When I got to the office, I went straight in. Some of them already know who I am. Mamah used to tell me to deliver food to the sky.

As soon as I got to the front of the room I did not see the secretary om Langit. Maybe he's having lunch. I had to hand over this food myself to the sky.

I wanted to knock on the door of the room, but I saw the door slightly open, I undo the intention of knocking on the door and opening it a little wide. Just opened a little, I saw the sky was kissing affectionately with his secretary, really my heart immediately throbbed pain, this is why I had to forget it, he said, om Sky does not love me he never even loves anyone.

For the sky women are only considered as lustful gratuities only. Therefore, he does not want to be bound or committed.

She can make out with anyone, I often see her kissing different women.

I don't want to disturb his affection. I backed up and closed the door slowly. Then I put the lunch on his secretary's desk.

I put a paper that says to the sky above the provisions.

I then left that place. A place that awakened me not to hope in his love and to erase my feelings.

I fell in love for the first time but why does love hurt.

I got out of the elevator. I accidentally hit someone.

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally,” I told him while looking down.

“Nothing, I also walked wrong while playing mobile.”

That voice I knew him, I remember once it was the voice of the man who raised me 19 years more but now he forgets me and does not love me anymore. My heart hurts to remember. My heart was pounding I was afraid he would recognize me.

“You okay Miss?” Her voice is so soft. He never spoke that softly to me.

Slowly I lift my face. It's true he's my father. I miss him, but I'm afraid of him. Not the good memories I remember with him but the bad memories of the time he tortured and whipped me.

My hands trembled remembering that dark memory. I clutched the side of my shirt and clenched my hands tightly.

Dad looked at. Does he recognize me?

“Your phone is fine? I heard another voice. The sound I hate. I diverted my netra to look next to Dad. There's my stepbrother, he's smiling flirtatiously.

“Khm .. I'm fine thank you.” I hurried to step away.

“The woman is very beautiful.” I can still hear his words. Thank goodness they didn't recognize me.

I went straight home to my house. Until the house I called Mamah and said that the food I have given to the sky om.

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