Aara is Not Lara
•^^^^ Skipping
...THE WARNING!!...
...SOME SCENES ARE INAPPROPRIATE TO REPLICATE!!...
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A straight look led to the painting of an arrow decorated with golden eagle feathers, Ara was eager to laugh at her life. Like an arrow when it's been swept.
Remembering a long time ago with pride Ara scratches the oil paint on the canvas while imagining the arrow itself. Ara thought it could be as solid as an arrow capable of darting in the silence of the night paralyzing its prey.
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You are the bow and your children are the arrows that slide.
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(Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet)
Referring to one of the quotes in the book of the Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, Ara believed it to have been an arrow in itself. Until this moment Ara was still the arrow, but something that continued to gnaw the soul of the arrow paralyzed him in the wound.
Yeah, Ara's not as solid as an arrow anymore. The arrow was already smashed into dust. But isn't dust still capable of hurting? Know, the little dust that is wasted is able to hurt the dagger that scratches the eyeball.
Then, will the pain and destruction that is being accumulated be able to avenge the pain itself? Or is it lost not in the wind blowing like it did in real dust? No one can answer Ara's fall.
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Dear Dusk
Twilight
The beauty you give is so attractive
The calm you're trying to find is very warming
But why only for a moment?
Why under the dark star-studded night do you leave me alone?
No star wants to say hello
Even the moon doesn't want to turn to me
I'm on my own
Myself waiting for dusk tomorrow
Hope there will be twilight to greet me again
Twilight
Don't disappear again.
Tests.
Tests.
The black ink scraping ended with tears. Staring at the twilight from the bedroom window, Ara was lonely. Laughter from the living room of his house could not fill the void of his heart.
Disappointed?
Getting angry?
Nnnnope. Just empty. An emptiness in the heart injures something in his soul.
This time Ara grabbed the dark blue skipping rope. Stared at the goal of the gift object from Hans was like diving into the mind of the inanimate object. There are jokes of laughter, anger, disappointment and happiness that Ara craves.
......Wear me......
......Wear me......
......Come......
......Ara wear me......
......We'll be happy......
......Be happy......
......Wear me......
Ara pulled her study desk chair to the balcony of the room under the iron pipe. He stared at the pipe as if asking for permission before tying his skipping rope. Ara suffocated all over her body pushing the seat of her body to hang.
Brakes.
"DUUUHH!!" Ara's shrieking screams.
Fail. The rope bond sped off. Ara raised her head, stared at the sticky pipe and the skipping rope handle that was still stuck on one side. His body trembled violently in a sitting position with one of his hands refuting and the other covering his face.
"HA HA HA HA'S.. HAHAA.. HAHAHA.." Eyes glazed. Ara's laughter didn't sound happy, but it was terrifying.
"I still can't go??" Ask Ara softly who, "Why??" There was no answer, only a tone full of wounds that re-emerged from Ara's lips.
Geck.
Geck.
Geck.
"Sister??" Jona's voice rang out behind the door.
Brakes.
Brakes.
Brakes.
"Woo.. KAKAAAKKK??" Jona's shrill scream continued the rough pounding behind the door.
"Have one brother kok budeg huh?? Oiii KAKAAKKK?? Did a rhino fall over??" Glared at the width of Ara's eyeballs almost jumped. Jona's brazen chili mouthpiece.
Missing was already agitated Ara on the balcony changed strands of rough breathing annoyed and anxious fused. Ara's heart condition is easily changed, very good at certain times for example at this time. But it won't be okay forever. Sometimes it is very easy to be affected by things that hurt him.
Chequek.
"Ouuhhh.. Forgive Kaakkk.. Don't be in the jewel in the red. Argh!! Brother!!" Jona holds Ara's wrist which is actively sticking the fingers of the fingers affectionate fingers so as not to want to escape from Jona's ears.
"The mouth wants to replace kissing to SE-LO-KAN?" Threatening Ara full of emphasis.
Jona's body stiffened, "Although Brother. No more talking about it. Promises. Promise brother, dong kak loose." The index and middle fingers held signs asking for peace. Jona's eyes are also used as a tool to ask for peace.
Jona doesn't want to deal with the sewer like Ara calls it. It was still clear that his mischievous behavior, ignoring Ara's warnings and threats that ended up in place, was thrown into the sewers. It was terrible that her brother had already looked seriously threatening with intimidating sharp eyes, it would definitely be done.
"Why so much noise? Want a pulse?" While taking off her jewelry Ara raised her right eyebrow asking.
"Your handsome brother is not a trickster asking for a pulse. Gini gangs lose if only ask for a pulse. Below someone wants to see you. I thought there was a rhino falling. Oops! Sorry my beautiful sister." Jona's rancid smile printed very clearly, the swipe had already taken a look to run as fast as possible, "Beautiful as a stranded dugong. Ahaha.."
"DAR!!" Scrambling with his head several times, Ara almost believed in her sister who always wanted to be called Prince Jona said sweetly.
Walking into the living room of her house Ara glanced at the empty living room and the door closed. Do not want to take a headache Ara approached Papa Yudith cool with coffee and television remote raise the volume of broadcast MotoGP.
"Pa.. Says anyone want to see your sister?"
"There's in the back garden. Go there, brother would love." Ara frowned in wonder, Papa Yudith's reply just made her confused. In Ara's mind why also Ara should like if it must be her friend who came.
Not yet moved from the presence of Papa Yudith, Ara was faced with Mama Lauritz whose forehead had shrunk.
“Sister's hand why kayak's wound so?”
“Because of cat claws on campus.”
“This look first! How's the scratch weird? Check with your doctor first sis, later if tetanus or rabies how?”
“It's okay. The cat's nails are different.” Said Ara while lowering her sleeves.
'It's different, the cat's nails are limited edition of thin iron that can make punctures.' Imbuh Ara in the heart.
Ara passed away leaving her parents behind before many questions trapped her out of Mama Lauritz's lips. Ara still thinks who came until she should like and does not usually meet directly in the back garden.
The deg!
The sturdy back of the tall, well-built figure became Ara's first sight as she arrived at the park's connecting door. Ara's fist answered how Ara felt seeing the figure, even though they had not faced Ara was full of anger.
Wanting Ara to pass left the place without seeing the figure turn around. But Ara did not flinch, her anger and ego fused as if saying do not lose and just face it. Ara will not lose, evident he is still able to face Hans. Ara sure must also be able to overcome the pain of the figure who began to turn around staring fixedly Ara in front of him.
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