Aara is Not Lara
Child Pre-Order
The scorching sun burned without hesitation Ara's skin that had cooled down. Swiping his hand covered with a long-sleeved shirt, it was like Ara rolled up the sleeve up to the elbow, but Ara had to pry.
The wounds that Ara had cut through the cutter, needles and some blunt objects really left memories. Painting abstract irregular overlaps.
‘When is this ex missing all?’ Ara complained in her heart, revealing a bit of the oversize shirt worn, appearing faint streaks of scratches still filling Ara's left arm. While the right arm is almost certainly healed and smooth again.
Ara felt quite lucky in the wound that only penetrated the dermis layer of skin, he realized it took a short time to regenerate and restore the skin that had been damaged.
To be honest Ara did not bother too much if the scar was visible to others. Evidently when Ara was staying at the house of Grandpa Baren who was casually wearing a T-shirt. Show off his arms that are far from the word ‘normal’ for others.
Although the whispers and puck glances carried out secretly by the household assistants were very noticeable by Ara, but he responded with indifference. Not wanting to take a headache, after all Ara just kept silent inside that magnificent house.
But in City B it feels different. Ara just wants to keep her family from sneering because of her reckless actions in the past. Although not harming others, Ara knew she would still be considered a disgrace to a group of narrow-minded people.
Turning a step into a small garden, Ara's eyes sparkled to find Yuki and Dimas still at the agreed place to gather.
“You're not eating?” Folding her hands in front of her chest, Ara frowned, staring at the transparent plastic trash from the filling bread packaging with the dominant green-colored pattern.
“This time.” Said Dimas while twitching his chin at a glance. A common code when mager struck.
“You didn't eat, Ki?” Ara asked again, but this time her gaze was focused on Yuki.
“Eat.” Yuki replied briefly, the look on her face began to change as if to withstand some turmoil.
“Eat what?” Once again Ara's question was uttered in a demanding voice.
“This.” Sliding the already unfilled bread pack, Yuki cleared her throat briefly.
‘This?’ Ara murmured in her heart, frowning as if in disbelief. “It doesn't have Dimas?”
“It's me, who else among us who do not bring bread filled with milk if not me?”
“Tumben you want to share, healthy right?” Ara asked with a mocking smile.
“Wah bad, would have said I was sick or not sane right? Ngaku!” Squinting his eyes, Dimas pointed at Ara with a sharpened look of his eyes.
“You also usually do not want to share if the bread is jam srikaya.” Saying casually, Ara circulated her shoulders indifferently.
“Kan usually the three of us, if divided by a third which part can make my stomach wedge that has stretched.” Obviously Dimas was full of defense.
“Hm.” Dehem Ara and Yuki were brief at the same time.
“Udah yuk to class, briefly again start.” Take Ara while looking at her phone screen. Time keeps changing on the screen of his phone until leaving a few minutes of finger count.
“You guys first, I'm going to the toilet.” Yuki said as she scooped up her bag in a hurry.
“You're okay, right?” Ask Ara worried.
“But good, hoek.” Yuki replied quickly, enduring the intense nausea.
“Yuki doesn't have a child pre-order right?” Chirps Dimas suddenly, looking fixed on Yuki's back which finally disappeared behind the toilet door.
Glancing at Dimas at a glance, Ara continued her steps on the left side of Dimas, frowning and folding her hands while thinking seriously about the meaning of the sentence Dimas said. “Key pre-order son how do you mean?”
“Pre-order, pre-booked his son before legal. There has been no 2 weeks of marriage for her.”
Ara's brain seemed to have to turn the road to find the point where she was forced to start thinking. The sentence was not spoken using the language of other planets, but the habit of Dimas giving strange terms really often forces Ara to think beyond reason even scientifically undefined.
“That means nyicil first and then jreng jeng-jeng tarara?” Ara asked in no less strange terms while opening her eyelids wide, raising her hands as if asking for an answer.
“Hamidun is it?” Again Ara voiced with lips that were left unclenched. His eyes were full of question marks.
Flicking his finger in front of Ara's face, Dimas nodded quickly, shaking the original right fingers as if confirming. “Well it..”
The plot..!
“Say dong get pregnant first! Pre-orders are not clearly called.. Thought the boy the goods can be sent by courier express.” Ara grumbled annoyed after being satisfied to pinch Dimas' head.
“God.. What's the connection again that's CUUIITT!!!?” Snarling in midlife, Ara squealed in annoyance with her teeth tightly clenched.
“Why are you emotional, Ra? Ehh.” Hitting softly on his lips in reflex, Dimas walked after the light steps Ara had taken before him. “Emotion yes.. It would be wrong to call.”
Regardless of Dimas trailing behind her, Ara sat her body down and grabbed an empty stool to her right side. Putting his black backpack on the bench he intended for Yuki.
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“Mamas.. Try to pay attention first, Big Brother really fat huh?” Seloroh Ara while twirling her body, swaying in front of Jona.
Putting down her phone, Jona looked at Ara from the tip of her foot to the top of her head. Swiping his chin with the right corner of his lips drawn to the side. “God.”
Just one word yet able to widen his eyelids. Ara's self-confidence suddenly shrank as her constantly gaping mouth in shock began to close. Ara certainly remembers clearly once often mingled with ugly and fat words.
Although now he realized that not the most important physical appearance, but the fear of being his old self haunted Ara's mind. Not to mention that Ara's brain was already thinking negatively when Rava would turn away from him which was no longer interesting.
“Serious??”
Ara completely trusted Jona's words. Unlike if Ara asked Rian, the answer would be very sweet convoluted which essentially does not want to mention the fat Brother.
An answer that will never disappoint, but Ara doubted every remark that seemed sweet Rian. If Jona, he would instantly gush spicy, short and stab directly at the sometimes painful fact.
“Iya. Here, here it is the same, now it looks very fatty. Long time can be severe floundering if Brother doyan hibernate like a python.” Pointing at the fat of her chin, upper arms and hips, Jona unhesitatingly said while occasionally nodding.
“Let's sendin again don't eat, make Jona aja.” Jona said with a grin and played both of her eyebrows.
“You..!” Ara said while pressing Jona's cheek a few times like pressing the remote button television stuck.
“Solah Brother is now greedy. If you have eaten snacks from Mas Rava do not have to attack the cake in your closet. Want to sleep snacking, be swell.” Sindir Jona was on target.
“That's Brother there, I want to play a game. Brother bother you here.” Dismiss Jona without looking at Ara, shaking her hands and pushing Ara's waist slowly.
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Dermis: The layer below the epidermis that is thicker, has sweat glands and blood vessels that help in regulating and maintaining body temperature, oil and sweat glands, and, as well as nerve endings that can send sensations in the form of touch, pain, itching, and temperature to the brain.
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Will Ara be inferior or torture herself with an unhealthy diet?🤔
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The next chapter will speed up the time, just not so fast.😂
Here Hana also want to thank you for the tips already in both novels Hana🥰 Thank you for issuing coins to you Hana jajan😄
Even more snacks are given than the count of viewers who usually have to collect one month.🤭
Indeed, readers of Hana's novel are few, even ever in the number of 1 digit only.🤧
Maybe because there are still many shortcomings and not too interesting in the market here. But the point is quite happy so far to be able to share imagination and interaction with everything 🥰🤗
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Thank you for faithfully monitoring Ara's story and always giving her support for Han🥰
