Aara is Not Lara

Our Wedding

[Darling?] Vaguely Rava's voice was heard by Ara.

“Loudspeaker Brother, Papa would like to chat too.”

“Hish, this Papa, the base.” Ara grumbled while still activating the loudspeaker from her phone.

“Rav?” Papa Yudith's greeting after the speaker icon on the call screen is already bright red.

[Yes, Pa. Papa is healthy, right?]

“Should be healthy dong.. How's her stomach?”

[Eh, it's okay Pa.] Rava replied awkwardly, as soon as his face warmed and hot.

“You're there what other projects Rav?” Papa Yudith asked Rava, letting Ara hold the mobile phone that was placed in front of him.

[It's another breakwater project, Pa.] Answer the smooth Rava.

“Large scale project?” Further Papa Yudith asked as he rubbed his stomach that began to bulge. Just a little, but it was printed clearly because Papa Yudith revealed the T-shirt he was wearing.

[You're saying large-scale isn't Pa.] Answer Rava with both pupils moving into the upper left corner at a glance, trying to think and compare with some of the projects the team has handled in his place of work.

“Papa's friends recently had a story he said there was his boss who won the tender at your place Rav.”

[What's his name Pa? Rava may have known.]

“Udah no longer works like Rav. Some of Papa's friends are dump truck drivers. Do you know Mandor Ijal as well as the heavy equipment mechanic Heru? It's Papa's friend who also works in the area where you are. One project time.”

[If Mandor Ijal like Rava tau Pa, but the mechanic is still unfamiliar with the name. Rava will try to find out.]

“Listen-hear the width of the breakwater is 26 meters, really it?” Ask Papa Yudith who looks enthusiastic.

[Yes, Pa. The breakwater structure will be 26 meters wide at a height of 3.5 meters.] Rava replied as he pressed back the jacket he was wearing.

“Slope or height?” Squeezing his eyes, Papa Yudith asked again while imagining the form of construction of the breakwater that Rava was working on.

[Height Pa, if the side is tilted more than 3.5 meters.]

“Funded much yes.” Papa Yudith said with a spontaneous nod.

“Pa, Brother enter first yes.. If Papa still wants to chat with Mas Rava yes continue aja.” Ara said softly to Papa Yudith while handing over the cell phone she had held in Papa Yudith's hand.

Although Ara's voice was a concubine perhaps, it was still clearly heard to the extent of Rava's hearing. Between not willing and not feeling good when asking to be transferred to the phone, Rava now can only be silent not warted.

Passing into the kitchen with light steps, Ara chose to boil water to make a warm drink. He also wanted to give space to a discussion that seemed cool to Papa Yudith.

But just a glass of warm milk ready Ara brew, Papa Yudith has approached him. Handing over the phone that still shows the name Rava on the screen.

“Mas isn't cold outside? Just put the phone on. Tomorrow again, my. Hopefully no need to chase the low tide already get a signal.”

[There is also a signal to call you must have been like yesterday, dashed.] Rava complains considering the fate of the conversation like a pot credit that must be quoted when the signal is flattened.

“Your body will get sick loh Mas got wind at night.”

[You have been given medicine first with you. Mas's body is strong darling, the weak one misses you. If you have to stay here all night so that you can get the antidote through your voice, too Mas willing. It's not cold here anyway.]

Rava's lips were indeed able to stand up, but his body that was intermittently shaking in the cold was already wanting to rebel and run into the warm blanket. There is also a bowl of meatballs with steam billowing in his mind.

“Let's not forget to make the same warm tea wear warm clothes first. Try to warm body temperature before going to bed, fear of fever or colds.” Speak Ara in a soft voice, but firmly as a command.

[It's a pleasure to pay attention, thank you, dear.. Sorry to worry you too.]

“Indeed Ara worried. They have just healed too. There does not live alone, right?” Ask Ara with her worries.

[Mas hasn't said yes that you lived with Mas's friend yesterday? He was the head of this project, so at most later Mas even stayed him home.]

“Neither.” Answer Ara quickly.

“Mas did not forget the time Ara accidentally lyrics friend Mas through the spy what did Mas do? There is no way that Ara wants to ask questions about him as well Mas, there will be someone who is jealous blind.” Tukas Ara while rolling her eyes lazily. A vivid recall in Ara's memory was how Rava who blocked his gaze with a palm while squinting dislike eyes.

[There is no such thing as that.] Rub the Rava with both corners of the lips pulled upwards.

“Pretend amnesia yes Father.. Udah signs.” Ara Cibir.

[Signs must be swift in your marriage.] Rava said quickly with vigor.

“Modus.” Said Ara ketus.

“There is a mode to marry Papa's child quickly yes.” The chirping of the baritone voice that again shocked Ara from behind.

[Can Rava take Papa's son after coming home from here?] Rava asked while giggling amusedly. It was the second time that Papa Yudith had appeared so suddenly.

“Bby.” Replied Papa Yudith briefly rounding Rava's eyes. His smile froze for a moment, too shocked with one obscure word just a joke or really the blessing of Papa Yudith.

[Seriously Pa?] Rava asked with a serious face while holding his breath. Hope all this isn't a false hope.

“Iya, seriously. Take a child Papa.”

“Alah.. So-sokan kosif.” Ara interrupted a short but meaningful conversation for Rava.

[Rava must be home as soon as Pa.] Rava said steadily before the call ended abruptly.

Shouting in annoyance, Rava looked at his phone that was running out of battery. But a moment later he jumped up in excitement while running towards his place to stay while in the village.

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“So I was wrong about stuffing.” Ara's chirps suddenly while propping her back up on the back of the chair, closing her eyes permeating her carelessness.

“Kok can? Which one?” Yuki asked as she sat down beside Ara.

“The questions asked to mention and explain the core rules on water quality management are the same as pollution control as we understand. I just remember writing number 80, it should be number 82. Though it has actually written the same year that government regulation group.” Said Ara weakly with an adorable look and a manyun lips on Yuki.

“Fix forfeited your value points. The same eggs ducks will be much different, it could be wrong write.” Said Dimas casually while flicking his finger.

“Definitely. I should have just changed quietly while sending to the future when told to directly gather. That's when I realized, but the fool resigned.” Regret Ara not using her brain and fingers cleverly.

“Sabarin is, Ra.” Yuki's saying.

“Indeed, already done. How else if it happens. But it feels nyesek also pas aware of his fault where. The last day of the exam I got memories of having teledor.” Sighs resigned, again Ara was annoyed at his mistake.

“By the way it feels same as Bu Dian how?” Nudging Ara's arm, Yuki sat closer and closer until her arm stuck to Ara's body.

“Regular aja.” Answer Ara nonchalantly.

“Hur aura swears instantly differently when he realizes there is you. Have not moved on from Mr. Rava nih.” Yuki said as she rubbed her two arms roughly as if they were goosebumps.

“Lagian sewot very same Ara. I feel like a real actor. Though the status of Mr. Rava for him is just a bustle not arrived. Bayangin aja new gebetan already cynical like that, what if it has been coded with each other? Definitely nyakar, awwuu.. Hahaha.” Seloroh Dimas lengthened with laughter.

“Since when your lips lemes so to talk to others?” Grimacing her forehead, Ara stared in surprise at Dimas who turned even more excited. His lips seemed to be swapped and replaced the acute chattering position embedded in Yuki.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot. Here's to you two, come yes.”

“You're serious? This fast? Sure?” The voice rose, his eyes widened even wider. Fortunately, his eyeballs are still stuck in the nerve roots.

“You're not sure you can't back down anymore.”

“Crazy, I really didn't expect it. It's real, right? You guys sure of this??? MARRY!!!???” Again the owner said excitedly while staring at Ara and Yuki alternately. A pink flower-patterned paper in her hand emblazoned with the real inscription ‘our wedding’ that quickly hit the shock of Dimas.

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Does anyone know what a dump truck is?

Well that's a dump truck aka a tipping truck.

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Is it true that Rava finally managed to propose before Ara graduated from college?🤔

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From late March to early September the novel is not finished. But that's not what Hana wants to discuss, here Hana is really moved for all who are still loyal.

Although the story goes slowly, plus the author is abal-abal, but everything remains perfect time to enjoy the results of Hana's imagination. Not to mention who is willing to set aside points and votes to support this work, thank you very much.. Sorry Hana can't give a proper reply yet.🥰😘

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Thank you for faithfully monitoring Ara's story and always giving her support for Han🥰