Aara is Not Lara

Go Itself

"Haku.." The scent of Jona's perfume tickles the nasal cavity of Ara. Not forced or forced, but Ara deliberately sprayed a sweet-scented perfume strawberry acid. Very reflective of Jona's easy-going character, although sometimes rancid and also cynical.

"Ma, let's go.." Ara said to Mama Lauritz.

"Where's Brother?" Stopping the activity of providing nutrition to the mustard and chili, Mama Lauritz looked at Ara from the tip of her hair to the end of her shoes. It was very neat like going to college, but Mama Lauritz remembered Ara once said her active schedule was still a week away.

"Go ahead.. Young man.." Ara answered arrogantly.

"Tumben Brother." Frowning wonder Mama Lauritz, not at the destination Ara, but the time that still shows at 7 am at that time.

"Something's working on it."

"Yuki?" Ask Mama Lauritz again.

"No.. That's what the guy came for." Ara's index finger pointed at someone who was still on a slowly moving motorbike.

"Dude.." Call Ara on the male figure walking towards her.

"Aunty's Morning.." Experiencing Mama Lauritz's hand, Ara seemed to be an invisible flea.

"Well, what is the impact of Bima ngajak Ara early in the morning?" Asked Mama Lauritz who was still overwhelmed with confusion.

"You'll meet the usual management of the same sales of the newspaper Aunty." Such was Bima's answer, just like the contents of his message to Ara on the night of the incident that almost killed Ara's life.

"Where's Bim?"

"Not far from Aunt's house.. To the Surya Coffee shop area is Auntie."

"Oh that area.." As if he had gotten an answer, Mama Lauritz nodded his head.

Driving at low speed, Bima and Ara had just moved from Grandma Imah's house. Ara's pouting lips are a sign that she is not like and upset. The extra-jumbo-sized red crackle pouch on his lap contained plenty of food.

Tak

The standard sound of a dropped motor did not diminish Ara's manyun lips. Stepping while glancing at Ara at a glance, Bima chuckled. While Ara immediately gave the gift of a hungry lion's gaze.

"Thank you Bang Bima same Big Brother beautiful." Said a little boy carrying a load of newspapers on his small body.

Crackling some children whose age seemed as good as possible, Bima and Ara smiled kindly. The two were busy handing out cakes and drinks to walk around looking for and spending dozens of plastic bags of cake.

The good that some people consider trivial is something that means a lot to others. Not fancy, not too abundant, just colorful layer cake, nagasari banana and tofu fill. Even a packet of transparent plastic when exchanged for money will not be up to 5 thousand rupiah. Although it was only 3 pieces of cake and a glass of bottled water, there was a grateful smile capable of slicing Ara's heart.

'So happy are they with this little thing. Oh my God, forgive me for lacking this gratitude.' Ara said to herself. Eye fertilizers that begin to heat up as much as possible Ara work to scoop up cooling air.

Right at 10 am both of them were sitting in the shopping center. Ara's tired legs felt pulsating. The rebels seem to occasionally need to be forced to move. Not to mention how the condition of Ara at bedtime, may be gout everywhere.

"Why not tell Ara if you want to share again?" Said Ara staring at Bima with a pouting face. There was an upset when he found out he was not told at all from the beginning.

"And you said, the proof is you're coming with brother, right?" Say Bima relaxing. Sipping a bottle of drinking water to the toilet, Ara barely failed to focus on the Bima junkyard. Why does Jakun Bima immediately have to look cool??

Could it be that Ara has a special fondness for junks, so thought Ara for a moment. Brushing aside her strange gaze, Ara wanted to pinch Bima's arm. Upset Ara when Bima just stared without giving a real explanation.

"It's not.. Ara's intention was you know before we move today, so Ara can also prepare something to share."

"It's enough Ra.. We will share tomorrow again.. Not necessarily tomorrow can they get a kayak windfall today?? So let's just say you canister first. Better a little but routine, than we love directly enslaved."

"Yes too.. This cake although can not be the main intake, but can make a wedge stomach first."

"Aheading noon will come with Brother again huh?

"Where?"

"We're sharing pecel with the street kids again."

"The buyer bought it first?" Frowning Ara looked at Bima's face.

"Udah is in Ra's house.. Pecel made by Grandma is very good, you try it later.."

"Grandmother made pecel too?" Stuck in Ara's eyeballs as wide as a taro leaf. The mouth that was wide open for a long time felt cold, there was enough wind coming in. Luckily it did not last long so it did not catch a cold.

"Abang ngeselin never said again.. I'm sorry Grandma's cooking alone.." Ara grumbled while stomping her feet irritated.

"Grandma if you cook again do not want many hands that come along. He said the taste of the cooking had changed." Bima Clear.

"So all these grannies that fucked this up?" Ask Ara again. Although upset, but he can what if it happened.

"No Ra, before you pick you up Abang used to fry tofu tempeh same ready ingredients for vegetables. So go home later just help Grandma boil it. That's also if it hasn't been boiled by Grandma."

"Yes Bang, let us go home now. Let Ara help Grandma at home. It needs to be wrapped up, right??"

"Can you pack it?" Raising his right eyebrow, Bima was seriously doubting Ara's ability.

"It can't.." Ara lirih.

"Well, what would you do for me? Haha.."

"Basic!! It's basically mocking right!??" He glared at Bima who was still continuing his laughter.

"Indeed.." Poking out her tongue, Bima had run towards the motor parked under the hot sun. It was a pretty hot day. It was inconceivable what kind of burning Ara's skin was often hidden under the covers.

"Satanner.." Pekik Ara strong.

Clontang.

"Good girl.."

"Hehe.. Sorry Grandma.." Ara raised her index and middle fingers together as a sign of peace. Walking quickly grabbed the lid of the pot lying on the floor. Apparently Ara's voice gave a shock effect on Grandma Imah.

"Ara washed her hands, Grandma." Speak Ara fast. Not yet received approval, the sound of rustling tap water was heard.

"Grandmother again what?" Ask Grandma Ara. What a question of useless pleasantries, in fact Ara's eyes have caught the activity of boiling long beans.

"It's another vegetable stew."

"Later directly watered by peanut sauce huh Nek??"

"No Ra.. The patch is wrapped in plastic."

"Oohs.. Let it stay good later, Grandma?"

"Yes Ra.. You sit there eating the cake. Haven't eaten Bima's cake yet, have you?" Ask Grandma Imah while giving a smile on the old face full of wrinkles. "That's the Bima layer cake that made you.. If you know the contents just help you grieve."

Smiling enthusiastically, Ara was actually deceiving. He does not really like sweet foods, precisely Ara tempted on tofu fill, not sandwich cake. His finger did touch the layer cake, but the eye that glanced at the contents did not waver in the slightest.

Bima held back a laugh at Ara's behavior. He just got back from the bathroom. Walking quietly, Bima approached Ara.

"Let's just know what it's like to flirt." Bima's whisper is right in Ara's ear. Greeting the burning red cheeks Ara held in shame. Squeezing her eyes, Ara devoured ferociously a piece of layer cake.

"The patch isn't plastic, is it, Grandma?" Ask Ara who is standing next to Grandma Imah.

"Yes not yet. Help Grandma make the sauce.. You boil water in that little pot to make it sambal." Appoint Grandma Imah on a medium-sized pot according to Ara, enough to hold 2 liters of water.

"Grandma make this much peanut sauce?" Again Ara's lips raised many questions.

"Where was Grandma ulek, in a blender aja fast. Besides, Grandma's hands have not been strong for a long time." Grandma's words ended her complaint.

Minimalist kitchen was immediately crowded with the voice of Grandma Imah who ruled Bima to take rice. While Ara is still busy wrapping the peanut sauce. Although Ara's work is quite slow, everything can be completed before exactly 12 pm. But unfortunately only 10 minutes away aka the work of wrapping-wrapping is completed at 11 past 50 minutes that afternoon.

"Be careful, Bim brought some girls." Grandma Saying to Bima.

"Sir Grandma.." Bima said steadily while saying goodbye to continue sharing activities with street children.

"Dude.." Ara said strongly behind Bima's back.

"Yes, what?"

"Kok this day already 2 times Brother share??" Ara asked quite curious.

"Just be grateful to share Ra's gini.. Not much, but hopefully enough for all the friends here." Bima replied with a smile. What a smile you can make Bima magical diabetes.

"We're going to that place again Bang?" Ask Ara again.

"No.. If it's this hour, the kids move Ra.. So we moved places."

Sure enough the words of Bima, although the purpose of both at different locations, but looks familiar face to the eyes of Ara. Back handing out a pack of pecels to each child even until the elderly, Bima and Ara want to go to the location of the parked motorbike. Quite short even seem faster handing out pecels than cakes on the morning of this same day.

"Bao.. The cat.." Show Ara to a black and white cat trapped in the middle of a crowded street and passing a motor vehicle. Ara's footsteps that had stopped also stopped Bima's footsteps.

"Where??" Ask Bima who still has not followed the direction of view through Ara's index finger.

"That's Bang.. It's a pity, but Ara's afraid of cats Bang." Ara said regretfully. To be honest, Ara was quite afraid to cross the highway, he was almost hit by a bus while still sitting in First High School.

"Oh that.." Bima said briefly while turning her steps. Following the steps of Bima who stopped at the edge of the asphalt, Ara held the tip of Bima's clothes.

"You're here." Smiling looking at the piece of clothing that Ara was clutching, Bima slapped softly on Ara's left shoulder.

"His brother should be fine. Let Brother go alone." Bima's speech that makes Ara reluctant to release her grip. There is an unexplained sense of tightness and worry. A feeling of fear enveloped Ara's heart.

"But Bang.."

"It's okay. You're scared to cross too, aren't you?" There was no answer, Ara was worried about being honest or lying.

"Don't know if you're afraid to cross. Later we even difficult to help the cat. It's just here, pity it's a confused cat." Forcibly taking off her clothes that were linked in Ara's fingers, Bima had already walked slowly cutting the path. His left hand was raised giving a slow sign to the road user.

Squatting scooped the cat that even pleasure in the deck, Bima has succeeded in helping the crossing mission. The hand of success greeted Ara. A bright smile shows Bima's white teeth to the deepest part. But believe me, in the eyes of Ara only visible shadows only. It was opaque and faint, moreover the sunlight was extremely dazzling.

Looking at the left right side of the road, Bima began to step her legs. Smile continues to be framed on the beautiful face of Bima. Ara's lips were attracted slightly welcoming Bima's smile which was increasingly visible in her eyes.

Tiiinn..!!

The loud sound of the car horn deafened Ara's sense of hearing. Looking towards the source of the sound, Ara's eyeballs seemed to tremble. A black car was speeding away from control.

"BANG BIIMAAAAA!!!!" Ara's screams as powerful as she could. The veins on his temples stand out. The feet that wanted to run froze. As if nailed and cemented half her body, Ara was only able to scream bated when someone's body floated and crashed violently.

Brakes

Brakes

Hit the sidewalk and rolled, it is certain that the driver of the car was seriously injured. Looks dented in various parts of the car, but that's not what Ara was worried about. The forced heavy steps were accompanied by tears. There was no sobbing, only choking breath and trembling lips.

"Ba-Bang bi-ma.." Ara said softly and quite poignant. In the midst of a very sudden crowd that Ara was like being strangled. Ara's limbs weakened as a darkened vision that was covered in tears.

Brugh

Ara's knee hit the rough asphalt road. The trembling hand hugged the head of the figure who was still half conscious.

"Surge.. Move aside.."

"Go away first!"

"There was an accident!!"

"There's someone in the car!!"

"Let's get out of that car!!"

"Find the car to take the victim!!"

"AMBULAN!! CALL AMBULANCE!!"

"COLLISION SIR!!"

"CALL THE AMBULANCE FIRST!!"

"Geez that's the girl that got hit??"

"NO BRAIN!!?? CALL THE AMBULANCE NOW!! NOT CONTENT!!!"

"See-look at that.. Oh gosh. Huaaa.."

"Hiks.. Hix.. Very sorry.."

"ANYONE WITH A CAR!!!"

Such are the many voices that Ara is still able to hear. Although not all sounds managed to penetrate the Ara's auditory canal. Ara's entire body seemed to disappear, remaining a soul that was still concerned to monitor Bima.

Don't cry, that's what Ara concluded from her slow-moving lips. Shaking her head irregularly, Ara was finally able to let out a voice that seemed to have been locked. The lips that were spitting out fresh blood remained staring at Ara with a smile. The sudden burst of blood was shocking as well as resuscitating Ara.

"TOOLOOONG!!!!" Screeching until her throat hurt, Ara's neck veins poked.

"BANG BIMMAAAA!!!"

"Baaa.. Look Ara!! Look at Ara Bang!!" A hoarse low voice flashed a command to Bima. Ara's right hand cupped Bima's cheek.

"That's okay.. Now look at Ara first!! Ayoo.. Baang.. Look at Ara Bang!!" The smile that Ara displayed changed with sobs. His body suddenly ached, his head throbbed, his breath choked in the chest cavity.

"AARRGHGHHHH!!! NGAKK!!! HUH!! HUH!! HUH..!!" Ara's roaring scream ended in a loud breath.

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What happened to Bima next?😳

Will Ara be able to deal with the shock that occurred?😨

How is Ara's next psychic condition?🤔

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Is the Bima meme below enough to describe the expression of the Brothers for this chapter??😂

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