Aara is Not Lara

Bounced To The Bottom of the Gorge

“Mas Rava just sit there see Ara. Don't bother! Let Ara work on everything by herself.” Ara's command on Rava was instantly taken.

“This Ara make spinach stir-fry plus know the same for eggs ceplok ya?” Tanya Ara made sure the menu he would make according to Rava's taste. It seems that Ara had no other creations until cooking according to Mama Lauritz's idea, only that there was additional tofu in the spinach stir-fry.

“Whatever you cook for sure I eat.” Answer Rava steady. His heart was already pounding violently because it was too happy. Staring at the idol who will serve special dishes only for himself. Everything seems ordinary if you can borrow the eyes of others.

“So water only if it is.” Throwing his gaze in any direction, Ara replied accordingly. That seemingly indifferent attitude hid a stifled smile. Where possible Ara is not baper when given a response without hesitation and a sincere smile.

“Yes, it's okay.” Rava with minimal awareness. His brain and heart were too piled up with flowers blooming.

“After.” Said Ara while gently patting her forehead.

“Why?” Rava asked confusedly when he caught the voice of Ara's complaint.

“Nothing. Just shut up there.”

Silencing without a sound coming from the lips, Ara was busy struggling on the cauldron, she was already busy sauteing. The aroma is tantalizing but quite spicy tickles the nasal cavity of Rava. The desire to sneeze as much as possible Rava resistant, although his nose is very itchy and amused is not defined.

“Kok kayak less salty, but tipped again so salty.” Grinding her forehead, Ara felt worried at the taste of her spinach stir fry. Glancing at the fleeting Rava who just kept smiling from earlier, Ara finally chose another tongue to comment.

“Try, Mas!” Ara thrust a little spinach from the end of the spoon that she had blown before.

“Where?” Ara asked expectantly when Rava had already accepted her bribe and started chewing.

“But son.” Rava said while brandishing both thumbs with vigor.

“Gratitude deh. No need to add salt anymore, right?”

“No need. Gini aja very good, it feels very fitting on the tongue Mas.”

“Live a single egg block if so. Wait a minute, Mas.”

“Yes, you slow down.” Rava said casually, honestly he was nervous when he received a feed of Ara from a spoon that Ara also used to taste her own cuisine. Cursing his thoughts that spread everywhere, Rava tried to remove the shadow of the kiss through the middle of the spoon.

“Udah ready.. Please eat Mas.” Said Ara with the most dazzling smile.

“Thank you yes, dear.”

“Eating gih, game.!”

“You didn't eat either?”

“Later, have not wanted to eat.”

“Eat the same Mas aja here.”

“Sok romantic plate both like no other food stock aja.” Cibir Ara who responded to the rarity of Rava. He was already sitting on the right side of Rava while looking at Rava who began to enjoy the processed results.

“Drink first.” Say Ara while offering a glass of water. To be honest Ara wanted to laugh at Rava who was trying to hold back the spicy. In fact, all of that is free when the Rava temple has been intensively disburse sweat circles as big as durian with a reddened face.

Glucose.

Glucose.

Glucose.

“Thank you.”

“You if you can't stand spicy say dong, Mas.. Tau that Ara did not cook according to Ara's taste.”

“Nothing. I have to learn so that later if we get married no longer surprised by your cuisine.” Rava said as he gently rubbed the top of Ara's head. Just now Ara was about to refute Rava's words, both of them were shocked by Mama Lauritz's curse.

“Nikah aja sana.” Mama Lauritz chirps relaxed while carrying a small bucket of kencur, turmeric, ginger and galangal crops in the yard of the house.

“After this semester Ara same marriage Rava can yes, Ma?” Rava asked excitedly ignoring the red hue on Ara's cheeks that had spread to the earlobe.

“Terlar.. If Ara wants to continue.” Mama Lauritz replied without the burden that catapulted Rava's fighting spirit.

Plaque!

“Papa if bersihin pare real!!” Mama Lauritz said firmly after having had a strong pat on the husband's arm.

“Iya, Mother.. Just cut the gini first.” Give Papa Yudith who began to shrink when stared fixed Mama Lauritz.

“Lagian Ara not until another year graduated. You want to take the 7th semester thesis, right Kak?” Trying to re-discuss the hot topic earlier, Papa Yudith was also trying to distract Mama Lauritz from the two-part bitter melon.

“Iya, Pa.” Answer Ara briefly.

“That's.. Rava, you give up first. Papa's son let the school finish first you make a wife.”

Lemas has Rava's feet. Fortunately, he was not standing up to support his large body. His interest in asking Ara immediately bounced violently to the bottom of the abyss. Not that he was unable to wait, even if given a long life he would still be willing to wait for the origin of Ara to remain by his side. It's just that the feeling of wanting to have by taking responsibility for Ara's life and giving her whole world to Ara was Rava's dream all along.

A quarter of the rice that is still waiting for Rava voraciously feels unable to swallow anymore. There was a tightness when his wish was rejected, but the gentle jolt on his knee shocked Rava. He looked at Ara who was silently chuckling while pressing her knees under the table with her left index finger.

“Why?” Catching that mischievous finger quickly, Rava asked silently. Her lips moved slowly so that Ara could understand her meaning. Not without reason for Rava's suspicious treatment, of course because both are still in the same room with Papa Yudith and Mama Lauritz.

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Leaving the time that seemed to have been running so slowly, now Rava and Ara were sitting on the terrace of the garden behind the house. Both of them use the afternoon to make. Ganging around to tell each other the things that happened over the course of a few days did not meet.

“It was the same time Yuki really. It was also to meet other people, not Doctor Dion.” Ara tried to defend herself.

“Can you not tell Mas first if someday you want to meet other men?” Rava asked who clearly did not want to be denied.

“You meet Papa at the workshop also have to report Mas?” Ara turned around asking with her stupid pretentiousness. Not plain, but stupid really with a very stale pretense.

“This serious gas!” Rava said firmly. It felt like Rava wanted to hug Ara with anxiety, but he had to hold back.

“Iya understands what Mas Rava means. Next time Ara says the same Mas first, but if not forget.” Grinning Ara brandished the two fingers of the peace sign.

“You yes.!” Rava said while glancing.

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Did Rava finally manage to propose Ara before graduation?🤔

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The title ‘DRACO ISTVAN’ is taken from Ancient Greek which means ‘Crown Dragon’.

‘DRACO ISTVAN’ is Hana's 3rd short story, but the 2nd short story to take part in the race after ‘The Gladiolus Smell’. Her genre is still romance too, but also fantasy😊

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