Aara is Not Lara

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A strong wind shook Ara's hair. Ara repeatedly rubbed her face that felt amused because of her own hair. It turned out that letting her hair bangs elongated that was still the giggly was really disturbing. Want Ara to pull the bangs up her nose, hoping to elongate as soon as possible and be able to bond with other hair, but all that is clearly impossible.

“Minum Ra's. Careful, still hot.” A small glass of instant macchiato coffee latte with steaming hot steam is thrust on the Ara. The white plastic glass may only be 7 centimeters tall.

“Thanks, Zen.” Ara said as she grabbed the drink that was in Zen's right hand. Not forgetting that Ara was smiling kindly, it was just that the smile was not given to Zen, but rather a slightly bitter warm drink that was thrust upon him.

Sipping thinly warmed drinks in his left hand, Zen also tightened the jacket he was wearing. “Aman sunrise his?” Ask Zen on Ara who is still not moving to maintain the balance of the GoPro camera support tripod owned by Lea.

“Lumayan, want to see?” Nodding softly, Ara glanced at Zen who had already first looked at her. Unavoidably their eyes flashed for a few seconds until they were cut off when Ara chose to take her eyes off.

“Let's edit time. I'm sure your shots were good.” Zen said while praising Ara. Not a mode, but a true compliment. 40 Days of knowing Ara was enough to make Zen understand the skills of Ara who trained in self-taught.

“You don't want to enter the media community? There is not only about photography, but also taught to practice editing skills. I see you are quite competent in the field of editing, Ra.” Zen continued to say, half asked and seemed to be promoting one of the communities where he also jumped into it.

“Gak deh. I could just as well. Not a proficient one or any prospect of his future.”

“If you join that community and learn together surely not only can. What matters seriously.”

“And here I no longer want to be serious about it. After this, next semester, I want to focus on the thesis. It's too risky if I just want to plunge together with my thesis.” Papar Ara at length which is exactly what it is.

“Hopefully smooth your thesis, Ra.” Zen's words cheered Ara sincerely.

“Thank you. You too, good luck with your college.” Reply Ara which is also not a mere pleasantry.

“We're already willing to part.” Chuckled Zen slapped back while sipping his coffee latte.

“In fact we want to separate, right?”

“There is still a schedule to meet for ngedit, meet up or just nostalgia via chat.” Zen said leisurely with confidence.

It needs to be underlined, it is true that they will meet again around the preparation of documentary videos and the promotion of Village L, but for what else is nostalgia through chat whether it can be realized or not. Ara who is too lazy to open a short message application on her phone that alone often ignores the barrage of chat Yuki and Dimas who incidentally is her best friend.

“I'm done. You still want to be here or log in?” Chirping Ara suddenly. Ignoring the previous Zen speech that felt only slightly true. Ara was quite lazy to talk and had no more chat material, so it was better to just leave it alone.

Looking at Ara who had folded the tripod pole, Zen stared fixedly at Ara who was very clearly not poking. “You go first. I'd like to see my friend from another group.”

Nodding steadily and turning to Zen while brandishing her thumb, Ara then turned her body and descended from the top deck of the ro-ro ship that had already sailed for nearly 5 hours of sea travel.

Tired and sleepy really feel. Already from the sky is still dark Ara sat quietly waiting for the sunrise so that the results of the video submitted are not only weighted in terms of information, but also have a high aesthetic value.

KKN activities are over, but do not think everything will be finished when they return home. There are still reports of activities they should submit. Regarding one of the videos that Ara and Zen had been working on since the beginning, they were quite grateful to still be given approximately 3 more weeks to collect it in each of the Group's Instructors.

Stretching her stiff back with various styles, Ara also stretched her hands into the air. Indeed, the long journey using a ro-ro boat does not make Ara nauseous, but her body remains sore.

“Mas Brother has gotten off this ship. Mamas where to pick her up? Not visible from earlier.” The effect of being tired instantly made Ara chatty. His lips continued to grumble without end. His eyes were wildly shining on every human who in fact felt alien to Ara.

The phone that Ara had made in airplane mode was finally used to contact Jona. Not waiting long, with just one call the connection was connected.

[Mas Rava picked up Brother. I was told to wait at home. Hasn't arrived yet?] Said Jona from across the call.

Rounding her eyes, Ara was a little annoyed. Because from earlier Ara had forced her eyes to scan every figure that might be similar to Jona. Understandably, the ignorant Ara still did not want to use glasses. Even his glasses are deliberately left at home, not taken during his KKN.

“Kok didn't say who picked up Mas Rava?” Grumpily Ara with a slow voice. His eyes re-circulate, but still what looks is precisely his KKN group friends who also have not seen his invitation.

[Don't open my chat?] Tanya Jona who had frowned, her eyes focused on the selected animated film from one of the television stations. Unlike Rian who comes to watch but more focus on enjoying a spicy sweet snack of cassava chips.

“Sebentar.” Ara said ketus, keep the phone away from the ears and his finger immediately busy scrolling the phone screen.

Sigh resigned, Ara did not have time to see the phone since approximately 6 hours ago. Apparently Jona, Rava, Mama Lauritz and also Papa Yudith have informed if Rava who will pick up Ara, not Jona with Papa Yudith.

“Unaware that you chat Mas. Yes, I've been looking for Mas Rava first.” Ara ended her call. Pressing the power off to turn the phone screen off, Ara grabbed a suitcase and a bag containing snacks typical of Village L.

“Udah meet.” Said someone beside Ara, clenching and gripping tightly.

Plaque.

Ara's hand reflex floated slapping the back of the hand that was stuck to her left shoulder. Distancing herself and twisting her body, Ara was wide-eyed at Rava who had already wiped the back of her flushed hand.

“Sayang.!” Rava said with his eyebrows barely linked, pretending to be annoyed and in pain.

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