The Sky for Ara

Coming Soon Mahika ....

A month has passed since the incident killed Julus and Apeng. Ara is increasingly preoccupied with handling the birth process of his patients. The greater content does not reduce the spirit of work.

“Now leave, Ra?” seloroh Fenti after they successfully helped deliver a young mother that afternoon.

“Cut to Teteh that?” reply Ara who was washing her hands on the sink in her room.

“You can menggahirin yourself?” babble Fenti made Ara laugh.

“Yes, own lahiran. Mandiin dedek. Install the infusion yourself. Tega!” timpal Ara wiped his hands with a small towel hanging near the sink.

“Then?” Fenti was curious Ara would entrust her delivery to whom?

“Army midwife wants-wanti if I have a feeling, he immediately slides here.” Ara sat down next to Fenti.

A plate of boiled chickpeas with a bowl of his favorite green bean porridge is still untouched.

“Eat first!” fenti's decree pointed at the food in front of them.

“Fear of your husband coming.” Fenti took one chickpea and chewed it. “Sweet, canan si Aro ngasakanna.” (Aro is good at cooking)

“Enlight or Tea, Only entered into boiling water. Wait 5 to 10 minutes. Lift, rendem pack aer ice. So deh,” explained Ara while eating the boiled chickpeas.

“Riweuh!” sahut Fenti took the beans again. “Eh, so jiga bumil wae.” The woman stood up and walked out of Ara's room.

Before long the door reopened, Ara thought Fenti was back, it was her husband. Lucky plate and bowl already slippery toilet. No need to get a scolding from the husband.

But, wait. It's only 15:00. Why is Aro home?

“You are tired?” After washing his hands and face, Aro just squatted in front of Ara. Right facing his wife's distended stomach.

“No, you want?” ask Ara. Because her husband must have asked tired or not to start it.

Yes, that thing.

“You what?” seductive husband while cheering cheerfully because his future baby girl kicked. Responding to the solawat he just whispered.

“You read solawat or song?” Their baby candidates will be silent if what is heard is a song. Except for classical musical instruments, he would perform small movements that made Ara Kegelian.

“Ra, are you tired?” Aro sat down and drank the remaining water half.

“Bekas I loh, Mas. I'll take the new one first huh?” Ara was about to stand up but her arm was blocked by her husband.

“Ra, tired no?” reset Aro.

“Now, even more feeling really fit. But, it's still too late, Mas,” said Ara.

The weather is hot. The fire fighter even wants to attack.

Aro heaved a sigh of relief. Well, his wife is in a good mood.

“Ra, grandfather died ...”

Ara knitted her two eyebrows. Didn't a month ago when they drove Monde home Grandpa still look okay?

Without saying anything else, Ara asked to be immediately escorted to her grandfather's house. She also called her mother to go with her mother and father.

Arriving at my grandfather's house, the atmosphere was already crowded. Seemed in the living room the corpse of grandfather was stretched stiff with a shroud wrapped around his body.

“Don't cry ... please ..." whispered Aro as the two looked for the last time at the grandfather's face. Seemed calm and peaceful. Yellowed face, nose bangir with smile reviews. Flush keihklasan go home clearly emanated. May h**usnul khotimah.

“We wudu keep njai, yuk?” connect Aro while shrugging Ara's shoulders to move immediately.

With tightness filling her chest, Ara read Yasin's surah. Many times he stopped just to take a breath and raise his head to the ceiling so that tears would not fall. Be ill. Really sick.

Even if everyone who lives will die. The end of life is death. No one can escape death. Even to the end of the ant hole, death is inevitable.

Grandfather was not close to Ara, but his affection felt real even though only a few times met.

Right next to his father's grave, grandfather's body was interred that afternoon. The existence of Ara and Sita seems to have been known by his grandfather's entire extended family.

“Do’anya for grandfather do not break up yes, Neng!” message from a grandmother who is the sister of Wirasutisna's grandfather.

Ara certainly nodded, she was as strong as holding back not to cry even though the tightness in the chest had rolled around thrashing to be expelled. From then on, he couldn't help but cry.

Until the night the atmosphere was still crowded, only at 23:15 relatives came home. Including mom, mom and dad. Leave Ara, Aro and Monde who accompany grandma.

“There's something that grandfather entrusted to Ara.” Grandma looked strong, from earlier only reviewed a smile with slightly teary eyes. Definition of a sincerity.

Strong woman. The woman who had always been loyal accompanied grandfather. Until the age of 70 years old grandfather died, grandmother remained faithful even though only accompanied him to drink tea in the morning. Or just spend the marrow porridge in the afternoon.

“De,” says Grandma on Monde.

“Please take!” he continued, smiling.

Monde got up, then shortly returned with a brown envelope in her hand.

“Grandfather gave a piece of land to Ara. Not widely,” said grandma took the envelope from Monde then handed it to Ara.

“The letter is already on behalf of Ara.”

So a few months ago when grandfather asked Ara to send him a photo of her destination ID for this?

“It originally belonged to Ara's father. But, now so have Ara.” Grandma convinced Ara.

Ara shook her head, not the slightest intention of opening the contents of the letter. Feeling inappropriate.

“Ara does not pantes dapet,” reject Ara then hand the envelope to Aro.

“Read it first, Mas!” let Grandma look towards Aro who had known about this for a long time.

“Nek, I am not entitled to father's inheritance. I ... I .. grandma must know I mean.” The voice of Ara held back the cry.

“Grandpa gave it to Ara ... Its value will not be comparable to the time we missed without togetherness.” Grandma rubbed Ara's cheeks.

“You lost our affection for too long, forgive us, son. Take this so Grandpa and Grandma no longer feel in debt.” Grandma spread her arms asking Ara to hold her.

“It's not Grandma's fault .. I can't accept this, Grandma,” Ara's bell.

Aro tried to calm his wife, he rubbed Ara's back to make Ara turn. Aro looked at him as if telling him not to say anything just yet.

“You rest only, Grandma also wants to go to room.” Grandma seemed to know her grandson was about to speak four eyes.

“I also say goodbye, not yet ngunci door home,” said Monde then moved on.

“What?” Not yet Aro spoke, Ara had already asked.

She knew her husband would seduce her. Oh, save your ray, Mas.

“What does it feel like when we want to love something but rejected?” Aro hugged Ara's shoulder.

“This is not a cake we give candy to a neighbor's child, Mas,” refuted Ara defend herself.

“Not a thing suppose you give me cendol. Not that cake."

"I don't feel like pantes. What will people talk about?” lamented Ara.

Bodo is so, Ra!

“You habit. I like to hear things that are not clear. As usual do not immediately nolak,” cecar Aro.

“You are in my position how?” ask Ara.

“Yes take aja, sustenance can not be refused.” Seringai Aro made Ara snort.

Basic business brain.

“Serious, iih!” sentak.

“Yang clearly grandma must be disappointed if you nolak.”

The conversation ended without Ara affirming that she would receive a gift from her grandfather or not?

“Grandpa wants to love this when you came here last month,” so said grandma when morning Ara came home.

"But instead said it to Mas Ar," continued the grandmother looking at Aro with a smile.

“Save well. From later when grandma also went instead so the rebutasi sodara-sodara grandfather.” Grandma expressed her worries.

Ara finally brought the land letter already in her name home. Need to talk to mom and mom.

“Sell aja Tea, later Teteh for me to buy a motorbike will grassrack am Abang Rud,” seloroh Atar who spoke when Ara deliberated about the land that gave grandfather to him.

“Ngaco again by the way!” Aro jerked at his sister.

“Or be a place of business whose power can absorb the surrounding residents. Convection for example. Later collabs same sister Lisa,” proposed Akash.

“Father sure, the mothers there are able to sew,” continued Akash.

“Bikin cafe aja can also tuh,” timpal Aro.

Basic business brains all.

Ara thought for a moment, she had a chat yesterday with her grandfather's neighbor who said the funeral costs in the area are now getting expensive. Comparable to treatment. But sometimes it is burdensome to the people.

Another with the story of the tomb buds, who complained about the citizens who sometimes do not understand to just pay the cleaning money every year.

“I give up again for the funeral. How, Dad, Mas?” Ara looked at Aro and Akash alternately.

“Not that it's more important than anything. Many of us who only think of having a luxury home but rarely think of being buried where?”

"This I accept, but I give up again to be used as a public burial place," Ara suggested and no one else could argue.

Then Ara told Monde. That guy's in charge of taking care of everything.

A few days later, Monde told her that what Ara wanted was well done. At that time, Ara was relaxing with her husband and sisters.

"I don't get a bike for grasstrack with Bang Rud" complained Atar.

"What the hell? grasstrack grasstrack. Just not yet," Aro quipped.

"Lagian Teteh why was the tomb try the land? it doesn't produce tofu" said Atar.

Whose child is this?

"Elo, by the way, shameful jidda swore." Aro snapped Atar's head until the young man complained for mercy.

"The world is mute" Aro continued, pecking.

Ara just laughed, stroking her stomach she said, "There are three practices that keep flowing when we're dead." Ara looked at her husband, Fadan and Atar alternately.

"Your helpful science" said Ara.

"The unbroken righteous boy prayed, '" he continued intensely staring at Fadan. Wishing Fadan to be a godly child.

"And, almsfingiyah," continued Ara made her husband nod in agreement.

"Grastrack doesn't include yes, Tea?" seloroh Fadan makes Atar throw it with a chair cushion.

"Mas Ar nih, come on come on once in a while to play the motoran," said Atar turned to Aro.

"Can't!" argue Ara fast.

"Tuh denger himself," said Aro. "Mending another grasstrack," continued Aro laughing himself.

"You eh!" umpat Atar stood up and then took Fadan away.

***

With a larger pregnancy, Ara has a little difficulty getting a comfortable position while sleeping.

"You're sleeping, Mas. No need to follow me," said Ara that night around 23:00 when he woke up and chose to sit on the living room sofa.

"It's good to sleep not with you," interrupted Aro while sitting next to Ara.

At USG some time ago, according to doctors, their baby girl candidates weighed 1.3 kilograms with a length of 40 sentiments. This number will continue to grow over time. The fetus is in good and healthy condition.

"Funny yes, said the doctor dede has started to have eyebrows with eyelashes." Aro rubbed his wife's stomach. Warmly running through Ara's body every time the touch of Aro's palm stroked her stomach.

Comfortable, very comfortable.

“Udah can snack on fingers,” Aro continued without releasing the elusannya.

“You ate nothing?” he's on Ara.

“Ehm, eat chocolate pudding cold good times, Mas?” Ara still remembers, yesterday she made chocolate pudding and there is still leftover in the refrigerator.

“Cheese bread would you like too, not?” ask Aro before going to the kitchen to pick up the pudding.

"You need corn chips same genjie pie deh, hehe ...”

“There again?” Aro does not want to go back and forth to the kitchen if there is still something his wife wants.

“You don't go long into his kitchen,” joked Ara while blinking one eye.

Instead of leaving, Aro approached him. Drowning her face for a while on Ara's increasingly clever face avenged her craving.

“Smart child,” praise Ario while shuffling hair and moving to the kitchen.

Soon he returned with a plate of chocolate pudding that had been doused with vla. A pack of intact genjie pie and large corn chips.

“I take water first,” say goodbye Aro after putting food on the table.

He soon returned with a large glass of water and a canned drink for her.

“Waduh, slow down!” reprimand Aro as Ara drops vla onto her own shirt.

“Inya do not want to be invited slowly,” always Ara. Then poking the vla droplets and licking them.

Slut, Ra!

Until the food ran out and an hour had passed, Ara still had trouble sleeping. Now she sits with her legs resting on her husband's lap.

"Small feet this is certainly a bit of an abomination with a grandpa later," ledek Aro while massaging the tiny soles of Ara's feet.

His shoe size is 36. 37 sometimes loose.

"About his big feet" Ara commented as she rolled her eyes, annoyed.

A few minutes later, the man fell asleep with his head and back on the back of the chair. Both of his hands were still holding onto Ara's feet. A sturdy white arm with a bluish vein line looks charming in Ara's view. The arm where it is spoiled, the arm that is always the spirit of work.

Ara stared at the deep face that was full of days. The man who used to be really annoying with all his pranks is actually the father of his son today.

Ara admitted, her husband is a hard worker. Evidenced from three businesses that initially he pioneered small to so developed as it is today.

"I'm sorry, make my attitude like a chili firecracker" murmured Ara as she leaned her shoulders against the chair.

They both slept on the sofa that night. Very sound though the morning, Aro felt his body ache.

"Mas, I'm going to the store today. Continue later to babby house the same I want to buy cendol elizabeth yes," said Ara membensen activities that day.

"Cendol without cendol, what can still be called cendol?" sindir Aro at a glance kissed the lips of his wife who had just been swept liptin

"Sweet, gum taste huh, Ra?" goda Aro makes Ara grunt, he refuses to respond to Aro's words.

After the preparations were finished, Ara and Aro immediately set off towards the store.

"Later there bosen, won't you?" search Aro while on the way.

Ara shook her head while muttering a soundtrack song for the Nusa and Rara children's series that she played on her phone.

Eat not to eat

The stomach was immediately full

Eat with rules

What the Prophet taught

"Diih, what's the singing of the cake, Ra?" ledek Aro's.

"Simulation for dede later," said Ara

"This is two cute kids. Her adek keeps her sister going," continued Ara while continuing to watch videos on her phone.

"So we want to be small," continued Ara. Turn off the video and look straight ahead.

Ara's gaze was fixed on the crowded vehicle that morning. The sound of a simple horn. All vehicles want to go first.

"Mas, I miss you," I Ara held her stomach.

"Great gift to be a child mother .. I was given the abundance of love that never ends."

"The mother of the same father is an angel in the form of a human being" said Ara.

"Heh, don't overly praise someone. The one praised later had a big head, and the one praising could have been secretly cultivating envy," Aro's reprimand made Ara shut her mouth.

"That's not what it means, I just salute your mother. At that time Mas same brother was seven months but they wanted to take me as a child" recalls Ara. He knows a lot of his past from the story of Lina Tea.

"And I am most heartbroken to remember those times" said Aro.

"Why?" search Ara.

"Because I've always been mean to you," said Aro making Ara laugh.

"Evil but make love." Ara reached out her hand stroking her husband's arm.

"Anyways, mom is a great role model. That's why I'll give you the name Dedek, Mahika,"

"Mahika Daughter of Aro," Aro's proposal made Ara shake her head.

"What dong? Arora Mahika?" guess Aro.

"No!" argue Ara.

Until they arrive at the store, Aro has still not been told the name of his daughter by Ara.

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Assallamu'alaikum Brother, Mama, and dearest grandpa. Hilal the new member looks more and more, yes ... Thank you to those who are still loyal to Ara. Make all the support.

Maafkeun when in writing there are still many shortcomings. The fate of many typo maybe even iih what the hell is this? so crisp! eh nothing crisp, let crunchy cake chips 🤗🤗

Healthy everything yes. May God always protect you, the Owner of Life. Sweet greetings from the author who still has a lot to learn.