Aara is Not Lara

Ketoprak Mang Diro

Stepping away, Ara greeted a basket of cassava chips from Dimas' hand. The spicy, sweet and savory aroma of a wide variety of crisps flavors triggers a flood of saliva.

"Let me take Ra." Forcibly grab a basket measuring 30 × 20 × 15 cm from both hands Ara.

"okay.. Just stay away." Ara let the scent of cassava chips away from her kiss. Taking a deep breath, Ara was ready to turn into a toa.

"CATRINAAAAANNNNN!!!"

"DRYPT!!" Shouted Dimas no less bright due to the shock effect of Ara's voice. Lucky a basket of chips ready for sale that did not get thrown.

"Dimas.. Ask in 'ih' is that it??" Squeezing the anxious air, Ara narrowed her eyes.

"Some of the screaming suddenly makes people shocked." Grouser Dimas.

"So why??" Rian asked who was already in front of Ara.

"Please grab a drink of the same pudding in the fridge yeah.." Said Ara in a soft voice to Rian. Shuddering in horror Dimas listened to the voice that seemed spoiled and disgusting in the ears.

"What would Dimas drink??"

"Yes.."

"White water. Bang Dimas likes the bargain." Ara blinked her left eye at Rian after cutting off Dimas' speech.

"Don't like sweet deck." Say Dimas to Rian. Don't let Rian actually give her a glass of water.

"Yes, Rian took it first." Turning away from Dimas and Ara, Rian stepped towards the kitchen.

Tak

"Can't it get battered??" Putting the basket on the living room table, Dimas was already sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"Fall down."

"Not tortured??" Raising his right eyebrow, Dimas was as if he was interrogating.

"Let's not.. Who dares to torture me??" Chuckling Ara shook her head at Dimas' strange guess.

"Yes, your brother wants to play ball but there is no ball so use an alternative."

"It's not that easy they can torture me! Ex-athlete." Ara sewot.

"Don't tell me that just studying for a week is also the basis of breathing. That's a matic demon." Grinning Dimas looked at Ara lightly.

"Satan matic what else?? It's not clear."

"Well if it's not a matic demon so what is it that uses a matic motorbike on the road??" Raising his chin, Dimas did not ask a question, precisely a sneer.

"Stay if asked ever learn the answer." Throwing her lips Ara was still insistent on the argument she uttered.

Ara has indeed participated in karate activities, even if only one month. Ara had studied taekwondo, although only the basis for one week. In addition, Ara had also practiced boxing which again did not last long, only 10 days because he did not like one of the members in his place of training. The flirtatious woman who was a sirik when the young coach who got a part as coach Ara.

It should be underlined that Ara is never careless even though he likes speeding on the highway. From the smooth road to climb the hill Ara has passed with her pink matic. Although Ara is female and wears a matic, but do not think she is still confused to just twist on a narrow alley by continuing to back and forth a little.

Ara is very grateful for the history of the Yamaha V80 motorbike that breezed with the elite on the motorcade cross circuit with Ara as a child jockey who still sat in the 4th grade SD bench.

(Visual motorbike consider it like that yes 👆 Yamaha V80)

Of course it was all Papa Yudith's crazy idea. Before opening the auto repair shop as it is today, Papa Yudith was actually a local motor racing mechanic who at every opportunity would bring Ara along. Until that originally embarrassing moment for Ara happened. But now Ara actually feels proud to have the moment and experience of training the first time not in vacant land, residential alleys, or quiet streets, but on the motor racing circuit.

Tak

"Diminum Bang.." Rian thrust out a glass of cold water that looked refreshing, but made Dimas stupefied in wonder.

"Tok really clear Yan?? It's a lychee, isn't it water??" The glass had already switched on Dimas' hand. Stared at the end of the cold water by Dimas.

"And I told you white water. Isn't it really sister??" Frowning his forehead, Rian looked at Ara asking for justification. While Ara who was asked was busy closing her mouth and holding her stomach.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" It was no longer strong for Ara to hold back her laughter. Let alone seeing Rian's innocent face.

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"Why did the chips not directly put a restaurant Aja Aja aja anyway Ra??" Shouted Dimas with a loud voice that collided with the wind.

"Mama told me to know." Reply Ara did not lose her screech. The two are flocking to the street food five Mang Diro the seller ketoprak subscription Gilang. It feels like Ara is already addicted to the spicy ketoprak Mang Diro.

"Must be bothered tomorrow take it to the stall from home." Mumbled Dimas who couldn't hear, "Watch a new restaurant Aante??"

"Lumayan is Dim.. Make money with Jona's pocket money with Rian. The purpose of building a shop next to the workshop is also not to get bored with the benefits of Mama's hobby for snacks." Ara said with spirit. Mama Lauritz's small stall that sells cakes and cold drinks is imagined in Ara's eyes.

"Installed by the closet full of more hobbies ngadonnya Mama. A week of 3 to 5 kilos of flour must be used for wet cakes, if the cake depends on the order. That's why Dim, those chips are definitely selling. I hope so.." Said Ara again with a little insistent of course. It is free to speak in plain pitched if the wind will carry away his voice towards the back.

"Yes Ra, good luck with our efforts." Dimas' sincere smile can be seen through Dimas' Revo Fit motorcycle rearview.

(Dimas motor display 👆 Honda Revo Fit)

The eyes of Ara and Dimas stared at the many rows of buildings that both passed by. All sorts of shops, restaurants and of course elite cafes that will wrap around the magic pockets of Ara and Dimas. Ara's eyes suddenly seem to have the power of super zoom in to see distant objects. Apparently Rava was sitting opposite a figure that Ara said was also the cause of his sprained legs.

"ARGH!!"

"ARA!!!??" Shouted Dimas when Ara had unconsciously squeezed the rough waist Dimas because of the flames of anger that came through the eyes and rubbed on his fingers.

"So why pinch everything??" Staring cynically at Ara, Dimas's sniffling voice made Ara want to laugh. Both of them were already under Mang Diro's five-foot tent stall.

"Gemes just yet." Kill Ara while moving closer to the Fathers who might be called 'Mang Diro' it.

"Ketoprak 2 Mang. Spicy mampus same spicy lemes. The spicy lemes do not need to use crackers but emping her love a lot, Mang."

Don't get me wrong thinking that spicy mucus is his super level. Clearly wrong, precisely spicy lemes level super ketoprak Mang Diro. The level of spicy lemes that makes the connoisseur limp is unable to speak anymore and just wants to give up and surrender.

"Why don't you say you want the pecel too?"

"Ck!! People say they want a hodgepodge to pecel." Grunts annoyed Dimas at Ara.

"His ketoprak portion is many.. Be content.. If less eating mine also later."

"Okay!! Can wrap my stomach. You think I don't know if I'm going to pick the most spicy level??" Picked up this time Dimas on Ara. Do not know Dimas if Ara also ordered a taste that is no less spicy for him. In silence Ara hid her grin.

Ara's fondness for chilli is no longer helped. One cayenne pepper for one whole fry does not apply to Ara, he needs one whole cayenne pepper in each bite. Even with his crazy Ara once snacked on cayenne pepper directly from the tree that ended with a spoiled pull on his ears from Kanjeng Ratu the owner of the chili aka Mama Lauritz.

Enjoying a pungent taste on her tongue, Ara twisted her brain memory on a human object she had previously seen. There was no reason whatsoever that Ara was able to relate from their meeting.

The annoyance and spicy instantly made Ara bite the spoon as hard as she could. The pain in Ara's teeth seemed to overpower the fury from the flash of memories that revolved before her eyes.

The Flashback

"Damn it!! Goddamn it!!" Ara threw a tube-shaped ethnic sling bag onto the pavement with neatly arranged block paving. Running as fast as he could, the way Ara breathed was like a Bull Matador.

(Bag Ara👆)

"Yahoo!!"

Bugh

Brugh

"AARRGH!!!" The pain scream of the back owner that Ara kicked.

It had been 5 years, but at least Ara never forgot the sweet figure who was lying on his stomach under Ara. The back of the figure that Ara was sitting on held the weight of Ara's body. Her flap of hair Ara pulled tightly until her head looked back.

"ARGH!! HOLY SHIT!! FREELANCING STUPID!!" The heavy voice screamed loudly. His left hand tried to knock Ara down.

Bugh

Bugh

The powerful bogeman from Ara's clenched left hand hit the shoulder free of that extremely hard field. Ara was still conscious of not adding color to her right hand.

Don't know what his real name is, but Ara knows he prefers to be called 'Gus' because he feels most handsome. He was handsome, his face was sweet. But his manner was definitely not like his beautiful face.

"I won't let go of this fucking guy like this!!" Said Ara who increasingly tightened her crave.

Brugh

"Dam!! Lt's.." The overflowing anger instantly disappeared upon seeing the sharp look in Ara's eyes. The guilt grew stronger, piled up for 5 years begging for forgiveness. Although already satisfied until fed up behind bars, but an apology that has never been said to disturb the niche of the heart.

"A-ra.. Ma-afs.. Ara.." The ailing body tried to reach Ara who was still sitting on the sidewalk.

"Don't touch me!!" The voice of Ara was low, yet it was truly terrifying. The sound of teeth clashing against each other rang out from behind Ara's hardened jaw.

Both of Ara's hands were clenched. His eyes glared at the tall body before him from the tip of his feet to the end of his already disheveled hair. A thin grin appeared adorning Ara's face.

"Happy in prison??" Sneaky.

Stepping forward violently, Ara wanted to lung at the belly of the man who was staring at Ara softly. Want Ara to crumble and break every bone joint of Gus' figure.

But fateful, when Ara's feet have floated beautifully like rhythmic gymnasts the target is actually dodging. The sewer that Ara hoped could accommodate one person to enter Gus and stomp it strong was actually only as wide as the legs of an adult male. Like karma, Ara's feet actually went into a drainage hole extending as deep as 15 cm which made him fall stranded.

"Mamaaa... Huuaaa...." Screaming with a sudden cry, Ara was not a crybaby and spoiled. Falling suddenly in front of the person who wanted to be destroyed to tear down Ara's arrogant side, she was embarrassed and very embarrassed when she realized that there were many pairs of eyes watching her.

"Sister.." The handsome young man who was none other than Jona glared wide looking at his sister's wretched condition. The bag on the tenteng is placed on the Ara motor matic hanger.

"Doyan is falling!! Hands are still bruised already want to add weird aja."

"Take the boba for long!!" Ara's voice was full of emphasis, she was still embarrassed. After a violent action and an indistinct cry made him heavily lift his head.

"Bantuinu.. Can't get up.." Ara Whine.

"The one that brought the motor. Brother's feet are sick." Say ara again to Jona. Ara's eyes narrowed, staring fiercely at Gus whom she passed by just like that.

"Want you at the ticket how's Kak??" Ask Jona worried. Both are in the center of the City on a mission to buy spare parts that are not in Papa Yudith's workshop.

"With the way of the rat!!" Said Ara growled while enduring the pain.

"Don't know."

"Take the bike, I'll give you instructions."

Passing away from the scene of the case triggering the anger of Ara as well as shameful, Ara still stared cynically at the figure of a sweet man who was still faithful silently staring until Ara's vision was faint.

Flashback Off

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Matador: A famous show of fighting in Spain and in other Spanish-speaking countries, which pits humans against bulls where people are pitted with bulls in a matador show called torero which plays a role of playing like dancing in an elegant and dashing style when avoiding bull ramming and in the end as well you can kill the bull.

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Does anyone remember who 'Gus' is'??😄

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Thank you to the brothers who have been faithfully monitoring the story of Ara😘