Aara is Not Lara
Rubbish Caged
"It hurts, sir??"
"No. It's okay." Rava said with a smile to Ara, but then looked at the hand that was being moved with a grimace. Where can also Ara believe the back of the hand that has been stepped on his legs like a rhino's leg will be fine.
"In the compress first sir.." Persuade Ara to Rava while pushing a small bowl containing a lump of ice cubes that Ara broke irregularly complete with a small towel.
"Just grieve a little Ra." Rava said softly so that Ara did not worry, even though she was happy that Ara was paying attention to her. It does not matter if you have to pass a severe test like torture if you are able to attract the slightest attention from Ara.
"I'm sorry sir.. I had a reflex to encourage the Father because of the shock My sister shouted, kept going accidentally step on the hand again. I swear, sir, I did it accidentally. I just want to run away but even for Mr. Apes again." Ara said regretfully. Like the parable has fallen on the stairs, then Ara who is like a wrong target was hit by the citizens plus the other is led to a prison full of regrets.
"I know you don't mean to be angry with me until I accidentally poked my hand. I have already memorized that you are a bar-bar women who I love but have a soft heart and can not bear. Why do you want to run away?? And you really avoid me. Even though it's free you want to run away wherever I will pursue."
If not for still feeling guilty then it would have been a beautiful bogeman would have floated up and landed pretty on Rava's arm. It could be when Ara feels very guilty just given a deadly spear that would have cooked perfectly cheeks until Ara's earlobes to a deep red.
"Diminum Om his tea.." Rava let out a heavy sigh slowly.
Already his brother called him 'Father', now plus his sister called 'Om'. Aware if it is old, even the sister of Ara, the woman he loves only when viewed in terms of age is like a father and son with a 22-year age difference. Rava can only resignedly accept the reality in hopes of entering the Ara family as husband, daughter-in-law and brother for his two little sister-in-law candidates.
"Rian did it??" Ara asked Rian who was still holding a tray from a glass of warm tea.
"Yes Brother. Why??" Rian asked Ara with his head slightly tilted.
"Wear sugar, right??"
"That's Brother.. Yes, use sugar!!" Stomping annoyed at his two legs in turn, Rian's behavior in Ara's eyes was adorable. If Rava is not among them, surely Ara will bite Rian's cheek.
Not without reason Ara asked the tea that Rian made added sugar or not. Rian's lifetime is 2 times serving warm tea drinks. The second tea that Rian made was served to Rava, while the first tea was enjoyed by Papa Yudith's tongkrongan friend.
The sweet warm tea that should be delicious turns into fresh tea in the hands of Rian as fresh as the bland flavor of tea leaves. It could be that when questioned Rian casually replied 'Can be told to make tea water, Papa did not say use sugar what say sweet tea is that anyway'.
"Where's Rav? Still sore?" Papa Yudith asked suddenly who was ready with a blue dongker catfight suit, a black baseball cap and green flip-flops on the doorstep from the direction of the porch.
"Not Om. It doesn't hurt." The soft voice disappeared, turning into authoritative and full of decisiveness.
"Well let's go now!"
"Where are you going, Mr Rava??" Ara asked Papa Yudith as she moved from her seat with Rava and approached Papa Yudith.
"To workshop. He said he wanted to learn motorbike with Papa. Isn't that Rav??"
"yes Om. Let's just use my car." Rava said with all four fingers bent and his thumb pointing at his black car.
"Don't get in the car.. Use the supra motor in the garage, all ngetes the motorbike has that person." Papa Yudith replied pointing to a small garage without a door containing a matic motorbike and 2 duck motorcycles. Do not ask where the car belongs to Papa Yudith, because obviously the answer is in a neatly parked workshop as an operational car.
"Tumben Pa take the motor service again??"
"Strikes in front of the workshop Kak, kasian is also old when told to push the nyari workshop motor first."
"People go home what if the bike's in our house??"
"Papa told Gilang to send him home. Same goes with Om Ahong store.. Yes, you can buy brake pads just like take a solar filter."
"Solar filters for trucks?"
"Yes. Yesterday Jona asked Papa to buy it. It was also replaced and leaked again.. It turns out that Ahong's employee was misloving reject goods to us. Good thing we can do, brother, if other people are not more exhausted by the nagging of the employee." Said Papa Yudith who made Ara shudder in horror at the sound of Om Ahong's cry that likes to hurry when talking.
While Rava feels small and alienated between children and fathers who seem cool discussing about auto parts or spare parts. His memory back when introduced to the said 'candidate' choice of Papa Yudith, Rava is only able to listen to all kinds of chatter without refutation or sayan. There is nothing he really understands about car engines even motorcycles. Regretting Rava wasted his time not making a draft approach with careful war preparations.
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"Langs.. Let's borrow Rava's dirty shirt, Lang.."
"Which clothes is Om??" In a hurry Gilang approached the voice that called out to him while lifting 1 handlebars of the car piston in his left hand.
"Your clothes that you make tomorrow are borrowed first to Rava."
"New boy, huh, Om?" Gilang asked softly, whispering to Papa Yudith while observing the mature man she had noticed since her soles touched the workshop courtyard.
"The Lecturer Ara. When you were young, was Lang senile?? Who'd met you at that house.." Papa Yudith shook her head in disbelief at the short-term memory of the young man beside her.
"Tomple work wear color only Om.. His clothes were taken hostage. At home still not washed. Need this salary increase like buying a new shirt first.." Gilang said not seriously, asking for a raise through his jokes.
"Later change." Rava chirps that actually responded to Gilang's rant seriously.
"Casual Mas Bro.. Just kidding."
"This is his shirt.. Gratis. Safe as well, free of infectious skin diseases. It's ugly, but it's just washed out." Giving a pair of black training shirts and pants, Gilang also assured that his clothes are not dangerous.
Grabbing in the grip of both hands, Rava noticed a t-shirt whose color had already faded at the end of the arm. But when carefully considered it seems that the victim was splashed with bleach liquid.
"Learn from the basics first yes Rav. Recognize the same type and size of bolt nut. This box already has the size of the writing, if the shape is the same that already exists in this box. If you will be confused immediately ask Gilang aja yes.." Said Papa Yudith while putting a block-shaped plastic box that is attached to the label of the number marker for the size of the bolt nut.
"Langs.. Teach Rava later.. The polite one also called him not Rav-Rav. Call Mas what Bang. You are younger."
Honestly Rava is aware that his age is not young anymore, even if Ara who said 'old' he will accept it. But it felt very different when Papa Yudith said it in front of Gilang, Rava felt insinuated to feel quite embarrassed because he approached Ara who was clearly 12 years younger than him. Especially now that Rava must face Gilang as his mentor, or rather face the 'prospective son-in-law' of Papa Yudith's choice for Ara.
"Say.." Lowering his ego, Rava called Gilang. As the saying is shy to ask astray on the road, then Rava must lower the ego competition because indeed Gilang is more reliable in the dispute compared to Rava.
"What does Bang need?"
"This is what M 8 bolts mean?" Pointing to the box labeled 'M 8', Rava was still confused after he finished sorting the bolt nuts based on the visual shape. Bolt nuts that have been sorted collected to form a circle piled on the floor. Not only want to do sorting, Rava also wants to understand various common terms for people who often wrestle in the workshop. It could collapse Rava's self-esteem if Papa Yudith suddenly tests his folly.
"Oh that.." Chuckled amused Gilang had thought Rava called him because of serious and urgent questions.
"M means metric bang. This is the size of the diameter, so the M 8 bolt has a diameter of 8 mm. But if you want to open the bolt 8 can not use the lock set 8 Bang.."
"Why??" Frowning in wonder Rava was still confused by Gilang's explanation.
According to Rava it should be natural that bolts with a diameter of 8 mm will be opened with a lock set size 8 as well. During his life and as long as he owned a car, Rava never once touched the engine of his car. If the strike is not opening the front hood of the car, but calling the car mechanic reinforcements at the official service place that has registered his car insurance.
"And the 8 mm diameter bolt body Bang, not the head. If the bolt 8 must use a lock set size 12." Clearly Gilang while practicing matching M 8 bolt nut with 12 set lock.
"OK deh. Thanks Lang." Said Rava who then continued the rest of his work.
"Bang Rava Dosennya Ara huh??" Tanya Gilang suddenly who had come to sit on the right side of Rava.
"Yes. Why??" Without looking Rava answered Gilang's question briefly.
"Surely Sesel has a student like Ara right?? Cold, flat, but by the way ketus, cynical, sewot, a lot of ranting." Said Galang sekennya without realizing the interlocutor has tightened the grip on 5 bolts size M 10. Rava's anger at the speech that vilified Ara invoked her hearing.
"You don't like Ara??" Ask Rava without further ado. Not wanting to waste any more time thinking about a pseudo-enemy, he had to directly examine the opponent he had to eliminate.
"Like." Rava's breathing was choked to hear Gilang's short answer. If he usually hates to hear people who talk a lot except Ara, then this time Rava is eager to demand the next direct explanation from Gilang's mouth.
"That era is like my own brother Bang. If you want to chew, but if there is no ngangenin." Gilang replied with a small laugh that made Rava frown in wonder.
"Don't be afraid if Om Yudith says Gilang is a potential ghost huh.. But do not know also if it will finally be Gilang who managed to marry Ara." Playing both of his eyebrows up and down, Gilang passed leaving Rava as soon as possible. Gilang's eyes clearly saw a fist that was ready to give a raw bogeman any time.
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While in a different place at about the same time, a pair of human children were struggling. Who else if not Ara and a man who once filled his love.
"You know that I'm not going to take anything back that I threw away? The rubbish I threw out meant nothing. Different if the recycled goods, I will not throw even in the worst place and not worth even though I will keep it. Explain now the difference between garbage?" Ara said with a satisfied smile at a glance and switched with a cynical face and a wide grin.
"Our relationship can still be fixed Ra!! I know there is still love for me. You may not still be angry with me if that love is gone. I'm right!!??" The statements and questions that were no less insistent were thrown against the piercing strands of sentences from Ara's lips.
"I'm sick of it!! Don't get me wrong about being angry because I'm jealous. Don't have to be too smart. Your face is handsome and makes a lot of eyes must be smitten at first, but open your eyes wide if there are still many guys better than you!!" Firmly Ara with a sharp look. Tired of his mind to face the creature of God who belongs to this man.
"Do you also want to say that one of them is Mr Kim??" The heavy voice with clenched hands was staring at Ara sharply.
"Your age difference is too far Ra. You don't fit him!!" The clashing sound caught the attention of the wagonman who suddenly passed by on the right side of Ara. Yes, Ara was on the side of the road whose initial intention was to wait for her subscription Kang Siomay to pass by. But his unfortunate fate actually leads him to meet his second love, Lauwis Hans who does not know himself.
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