The Sky for Ara

Always Carve Memories

Upon arriving at the store, Omar was seen fresh-faced sitting on a chair facing the cashier table with a cup of coffee that was still blowing steam.

"Eh tumben this bumil come?" he said to Ara after answering the couple's greetings.

"You go to Babby house the story," said Ara as she spread her gaze across the room. "All of you come here first," he continued, glancing at Aro who had earlier embraced his shoulder.

Then Ara was given the choice of waiting in her husband's room or coming with her to check on the employees who were sewing on the second floor? Of course Ara wanted to go with her husband.

Before going to the second floor as a sewing place for clothes, Omar told Aro that the 50-piece order of robe ordered by the mothers of the mother's peer studies was completed and ready to be delivered. In addition to youth jerseys and clothes, the shop now also provides a gamis sewn by its employees.

"Because the interest in Muslim clothing is getting higher." So said Aro when his wife asked why provide Muslim clothing?

Starting from Alisha, the cousin who tried to leave his brand in the store and it turned out to be in demand. By Alisha, he was helped to find a reliable tailor. Directed should look for good quality materials where? As a result, the product is much in demand. The price he offered was not too expensive, even though the materials were of good quality.

"Because if we give the price is too expensive, worry about selling a little. Not want to slam the price belonging to other brands, but the important thing is that people like to wear it, the behavior is many and there is more for employee salaries and other needs." So he said when asked by the mother why the selling price of clothes is fairly cheap?

The business he runs is not necessarily immediately famous and many of his fans. He started it with a lot of worry. When deciding to open a clothing store, the target is only young children.

As the days go by, the fans are getting more and more. Then Aro thought to create his own brand with good quality of course. Aided by Alisha who is an expert in the field of fashion, the legacy of the ummanya, Aro is directed to choose the type of material that will be used as a shirt. All of course need a process to reach a point like this. He was even cheated by his own employees. The material for the manufacture of the jerseys is carried away. In fact, some of the finished pieces were also taken.

When starting his business, he had to stay away from Ara. Without the woman giving him news. Isn't that painful?

To kill the longing that continues to grow every time, so he busies himself with work. Together with Omar who was always loyal he pioneered the store starting from zero. His popularity as an artist, it turned out to be of some use. He has no trouble promoting his store on social media. A few days later, the shop was full of buyers.

Initially Aro only provides jackets, sweatshirts, pants, accessories such as glasses, hats and youth bracelets.

After the store runs and has a lot of customers, he penetrated into the world of barber**shop.started from a middle-aged father who works as a traveling barber, a traveling barber, he remembered the first time he met the man on the OTISTA bridge. At that time he and Omar were taking an afternoon walk, then met the man was walking around draping a shabby backpack with a large mirror in his hand.

He and Omar then both use the services of the man to trim the hair. The result, it turned out nice and neat. The man is also good at reflexology. The idea was initially very joking and change from Omar to open a barbershop.

"Elo see the fathers were roving around hot even though the ability is good." Omar then persuaded him to open a barber**shop and made the traveling barber an employee.

When he talked to the man, of course he agreed. In fact, his son also worked in barbershop. But he stopped because of the pain. When he wanted to return, he was replaced by someone else.

Be an effort that starts from just a joke is formed. Beyond a doubt, even the next month Aro to recruit employees again because more and more customers are coming.

Successfully with both his efforts, he penetrated the business of washing cars and motorcycles. The reason for making the effort started from pity on the son of the complex security guard who had difficulty getting a job with a High School diploma.

"My child's expertise is just car washing, from childhood has often been nyuciin angkot trayek Cibinong." So said the complex security guard when Aro asked what the expertise of his son.

"I just found out that this serame, sister," commented Ara after she came with Aro to the car wash and motorcycle barbershop.

"The charm of his martyrdom is now, Ra," Omar continued.

"Still like girls who are teletin, don't you?" ara whispered as her husband seriously received a call from his partner while he sat down with Omar behind the counter.

"According to you?" omar's backlash ended in laughter.

Omar's laughter that made Ara's mood suddenly deteriorate. Especially when at the car and motorcycle wash there were several women waiting in the room. Although, Aro did not greet them.

When Aro approached Ara, he felt something different from the look on his wife's face.

"Hey, why? bosen?" guess it while swiping both cheeks of his wife.

"Mas, someone else made a car wash and didn't use the waiting room, '" protested Ara.

"Yes even though there is, the standard is not to use a nice sofa until ready all drinking water," he continued.

Aro still didn't understand where his wife was going.

"And the room is made for simple soap, oil, accessories, and other items not specifically for customers doang," explained Aro as he grabbed Ara's left hand and held it.

"That's also one of the tricks for many visitors. Is not the customer king?"

"I never stayed there. I'm mostly here with Omar" he continued, beginning to understand his wife was jealous.

"I don't like the lyrics of illegal goods" he whispered, making Ara's blood rustle.

Ara turned her head until their eyes collided.

"I mean?" Ara blinked her eyes as Aro's face drew closer.

No matter where Omar is among them. Omar himself was used to both behavior. His soul alone thrashed.

My world is busy managing elo, until jomlo continues to be.

"God forbids his servant from approaching anything illegal, right? god willing I must be far away. I want you to get it, it's obvious." His face was getting closer making Ara reflex close her eyes.

Not now, dong!

Seeing his wife's timid expression of fear, Aro instead laughed and distanced himself. Make Ara open her eyes and hide her smile by rubbing her right palm onto her lips.

"Don't worry" said Aro rubbing the back of Ara's hand which he still held. "Only you can divert my world," he continued making Ara nod.

"Especially if it is ...." Aro raised his eyebrows making Ara's face reddened.

"Mas, it's not good to be bullied, Omar!" Ara opened her eyes, saying exactly what her husband was going to say.

"Not bad, Ra. Just so you want to throw up," Omar said making Ara and Aro look at each other and laugh.

His third attention was diverted to someone who had just arrived. A petite woman who ran around and screamed.

"Ommar, Aro ....!" Her style is agile as a girl band member.

Her face was pretty with a mini skirt and a tight t-shirt wrapped around her body.

Omar comes out first from the cashier's desk.

"Davina!" greet Omar as the woman arrives before him. The two shake hands with a flirtatious-looking Davina. Blinking one eye, always so. Makes Omar grimace.

Aro quickly moved from where he was sitting. He dropped his head on Ara's shoulder and muttered, "so sleepy."

Made Ara rub her cheek gently. However, the voice of Omar who called him made Aro forced to move.

"I'm going to Omar first." However, he himself hesitated because he clearly knew who was coming.

Males met him.

"Ra, the one who just came was Davina," tell Aro.

"Temen Mas is the author too?" guess Ara.

"Now not anymore" Aro argued.

"He .. how is it." Aro hesitates to explain who Davina is.

"He likes you?" guess Ara by smiling.

"I can guess from the beginning Davina Davina was often the meaning of Mas continued nulis." Ara moved from sitting while rubbing her stomach.

"I'm sure you're not interested in illegal goods, I'll see! Maybe want a gamis message," always Ara makes Aro sure to move on and meet Davina.

This time you have to wake up, Davina.

Davina and Omar were standing in front of a hat rack and belt. The woman tried one by one the hat is actually more suitable for use by men.

"Aro, how are you?" greet Davina kindly when Aro arrives.

"Alhamdullillah, fine." Aro replied with a flat expression.

"Mar, I'm the same Aro wants to talk four eyes." Davina glanced at Omar.

"Omar stay here or you go!" firmly Aro.

Davina was surprised, usually Aro does not use my elo words when talking.

"What's wrong?" urge Aro, want Davina to talk quickly and leave.

"Just want to tell me that Aunt Kinan is now being treated at RSJ." Davina deliberately slipped her hair behind her ear.

"You don't have to worry that he won't bother you anymore."

"While she's my aunt, I still don't like her cunning ways."

"My and the way Rea likes you is different."

"He's an obsession, but I'm sincere."

Oi!

Like the husband of people with a married elo situation is considered sincere?

Sincere in terms of where?

"You know, the thug sped your laptop on me." Davina continued to talk while Omar and Aro exchanged glances with their faces grimacing.

Jijay

"But I don't want to because, I'm sincere to you." Davina gulped then took off the hat that was perched on her head.

"I'm relieved to have this to you" said Davina, ending a long breath while returning the hat to its original place.

"It is not appropriate for a married woman to talk like that to a married man" Aro argued.

Davina laughed, she moved one step forward Aro. Reflek Aro retreat.

"Like the door, Ar. Aren't you the same as your wife?" accusation Davina makes Aro sick.

Meanwhile, behind the hat rack and belt stood Ara who had listened to their words. There was a pain that sliced his heart upon hearing Davina's words. But, also happy because her husband really firmly faced Davina.

"My wife is as pretty as an angel. Where can I be bosen. There I never want to be away from him." Aro hardened his jaw, both of his hands clenched.

If it's a guy, I've beaten it, lo!

Davina's self-confidence defense faltered, she was certainly annoyed by what Aro said. He came all the way from Jakarta just to meet Aro. Hope Aro sympathizes with him for having turned down the laptop that two thugs offered him the other day. As a result, he was dumped. Be ill. Embarrassing.

I can be rejected like this!

"Yes .. I know ... I've seen it too .. but just want to play games." Davina reached out to touch Aro's hand but the movement of his hand hung in the air because of the sound of falling objects.

Ara accidentally dropped a bag. He didn't want to eavesdrop at first, but wondered what Davina wanted to say?

"Elo mending away. I can just tell Mr. Pandu about his bad behavior. Don't I know if you're playing with a high school kid?" threatening Aro makes Davina's guts shrivel and crumble like a paper engulfed in fire.

Davina stepped away with trembling knees. What Aro said doesn't seem to be playing games. Of course she was afraid that her husband would know what he was doing. Davina staggered towards the door to the outside.

Just a few more steps the woman pulled the glass door. A gentle greeting someone held him.

"Wait, Miss Davina." It was Ara who spoke.

Davina turned her head, she was immediately presented with the sweet smile of a woman she knew as Aro's wife.

Lucky girl.

"I didn't knowingly hear the talk of Ma'am to Mas Ar." Ara reached out her hand, "i am Ara. His wife Mas Ar. And, this is our baby candidate" Ara continued, wiping her stomach with her left hand.

Davina received Ara's hand. With a grimacing face he mentioned his name.

"Davina Hashim."

"Mother Davina, sometimes for some, belongs to others that looks more attractive than their own," said Ara made Davina bow.

Aro from a distance already wanted to approach Ara and Davina. He was afraid that Davina would beat Ara.

"Udah, let's watch it first" stop Omar.

"But, Mar ...." Aro insisted on taking Ara away from where she was standing at this time.

"When in fact, what we have can also be interesting in the eyes of others. Rest assured, many people want to live like Ms. Davina. Don't lower your self-esteem just for the sake of something that could ruin your own life."

"Love what Mbak has, then your life must be much happier and feel enough. Thank you for liking my husband. But, sorry my husband is the only one I can't give to anyone."

Davina suddenly broke into a sweat, Ara's words were so subtle yet so timidly touched her heart. She remembered the face of her husband, Pandu. How to Pandu love and love him, best.

"Try to look at your husband while sleeping. Look at his face that has been working all day. Look at his arms and the back of his hands that tend to tend to his veins because he is tired of working."

Ara held onto Davina's shoulders getting lowered. Shame, anger, or what?

"I'm sure, your heart must be full to see it. Whatever problems you're facing, hopefully it'll be over soon." Ara's circular hand on Davina's shoulder gently rubbed that shoulder.

"The problem is faced and resolved. Not abandoned and left to." Ara let go of her embrace. Slightly distancing the body, giving Davina room to move or even step away?

Davina certainly stepped away carrying shame. He had thought that Aro would easily accept it.

Prok! prok! prok!

The sound of Aro and Omar applause approached Ara who was still standing in her place.

"Gue thinks you want to nakar Davin, Ra," always Omar makes Ara shake her head.

"Just a hand," said Ara in an annoyed tone.

"I went to your room, Mom" said Ara.

I'm jealous to hear a woman say she likes you, Mom.

Arriving at her husband's room that was not too wide, Ara immediately closed the door but a gentle push on the door made the object open wide.

"Mas Ar," murmured Ara.

Aro smiled, then closed the door and locked it.

How locked?

"You're great to be as calm as you were" Aro praised.

"I'm looking after what I have." Ara smiled knot.

"I was guarded like that." Aro hugged his wife's shoulder.

"Ish, what the hell?"cibir Ara while pounding on the shoulder, hoping that her husband's hand would slip from there.

"It seems only here that has not been a trace of our memories," continued Aro pointed to a single bed size of 90x200.

Hello, is that too narrow, right?

"We're careful ... a moment ...." Aro looked at his wife with a glare, and was full of desire.

"But ...." Ara doubtful.

Hey, I didn't bring a change.

"Omar never sleeps here. Bathroom's in dalem, tuh!" pointing with chin to the bathroom door. "Emang no bathub, but the warm water is ready."

"But, that's not ...."

"I'll buy you a new one, don't I?" guess Aro.

No more excuses for nolak. You won, Mum!

***

As usual, finished the activity of cradling his wife Aro will immediately clean up while Ara will rest for a while. He would not wear the same clothes after bathing.

"I'll get you a shirt first." Then kiss the sweaty head and shoulders. Well-favoured.

Her hair was clearly still wet when she went outside. Of course Omar made fun of him.

"Simpen hair dryer one is in the room!" omar shouted as Aro walked up the steps to the second floor.

"Ironed neatly, if it's done bring it to the cashier's table," Aro's message while handing over the robe and hijab he chose for Ara.

After the employee nodded, he left. His goal now is a baby supply store to buy telon oil and his wife's underwear. It's not hard to get the two things he needs.

When he returned, his wife was already sitting on the edge of the mattress with wet hair and only a towel wrapped around his body.

"Why not lock it?" Aro is shocked by his wife's appearance while the door is unlocked.

"Who dares to go in the room with the boss's wife?" cibir Ara stood up to pick up the papper bag that she believed was her clothes.

Finished wrapping the body with a yellow robe and a matching color hijab, Ara asked to be delivered to babby house immediately. He doesn't want to go out last night.

"Cendol Elizabeth was, and Babby's house was!" ara insisted before her husband drove off the car.

Hopefully his mood can improve after shopping for baby needs.

Arriving at the store, Ara's facial water turned more cheerful. Especially after drinking ice cendol without cendol. Bizarrely.

"Mas, just saw his shirt was so happy. What else if dede was born," he said while holding a funny pink jumpsuit. He hugged and then kissed the shirt.

Finished choosing the clothes and needs of the baby, Aro took his wife home. He chose to rest at home only after Davina's surprise suddenly came to the store. It felt like he just wanted to spend time with Ara.

"Ra, do you like to see me when I go to sleep?" asked Aro, wondering if he did what he told Davina this afternoon?

Ara who was folding her face after the prayer isha' laughed in response to her husband's question .

"Well, I love seeing you when you sleep." Then come up on the bed and sit next to her husband who is leaning back there.

"Hopefully what Mas has done for our family can make the best reward for themselves Mas."

"Thank you, even though you're tired of the work business still want to help you work at home."

"You, best."

O Allah, give us knowledge to make a living in a sincere and lawful way so that we are free from the torment of hell and included in heaven.

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Sorry if it's too long, I hope it doesn't make a fuss.

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