The Sky for Ara

Day Change

Ara patiently applied VCO to Hika's ear which a few days ago was pierced by the Army midwife. With a luluman smile Ara slowly rubbed while blowing on her daughter's ear. The baby seemed to sleep soundly after almost half an hour of crying then drinking breast milk and now it is calm.

“Health-healthy continues, yes,” whispered Ara then touched Hika's round cheek with the tip of her nose.

The clock has shown at 14:00, Ara was forced to return home from the clinic early because her daughter was very fussy. She hasn't even had lunch because the baby puffed up won't come off the sling.

At the age of three months, like a baby in general, Hika has begun to be able to grasp. Although to let go is still a difficulty.

As of this moment, the lash-owning baby firmly grasped his bubble shirt. The Bubu who did not want to disturb the calmness of the Princess, could only be silent. The stomach is very hungry.

The phone rang a call sign from the husband he refused. Replaced with a message in return.

My Adore

[Sorry, Honey. Dede again bobo after crying. What's up?]

Mas Ar & 'Stop

[I asked aunty she said you haven't eaten yet?]

My Adore

[The sword does not want to be left]

Mas Ar & 'Stop

[I'm going home now]

Ara sighed softly in response to her husband's exaggerated attitude. Sometimes feel bad for an aunt who is now often targeted when she is late to pick up the phone for example.

Putting aside the hunger, Ara chose to close her eyes so that her daughter would not be disturbed. He was also sound in the dream beside Hika.

Until Aro arrived, the man went to the room with a plate of rice along with side dishes and a glass of sweet sugar tea favorite of his wife.

Found Aro, his wife was sleeping in a supine position. Hika still tightly grasps the end of Ara's clothes with a supine position as well.

Staring at the two calm-looking angels made him feel calm after being made a heart sport with the arrival of two police officers to the store. It was thought to follow up on Naren's case, even though they came to order a T-shirt.

Aro crawled slowly into the middle of the bed. Smell Ara's cheeks that appear to be rounded. Napsu eat his wife is not controlled since breastfeeding.

“And I'm a nursing mother,” kilah Ara when about to eat a lot. Aro himself never protested anything. Instead, always asking Ara wants to eat what each of her home from the store. So, various types of food will be taken by the man every time he comes home. Not every day, depending on Ara who asks.

Finding herself touched by a chewy and warm object, Ara opened her eyes. Her lips instantly arched a smile as the sight of her smiling husband she saw.

“Eat first,” whispered Aro.

“Tuh view!” Ara pointed at the clothes that Hika was still holding.

“Bangunin, I miss him,” pinta Aro with pleading gaze.

“Do not, later fuss again.” Ara nodded in disagreement.

“So fussy?” search Aro.

“He-em, I was overwhelmed. The cry has been pinched,” Ara.

“Why?” Aro so pity, at least the heart if Hika is fussy. Poor for Ara.

“Maybe because his ears still hurt a little,” thought Ara.

“Sorry my daughter, yes ...” Aro is serious.

“Kok pake apologies .. not anything dong,” refute Ara then glanced at the rice on the nightstand.

“I bribe?” haggard Aro while taking the plate.

“Self aja,” elak Ara then with tactical movement took the plate containing rice from the hands of her husband.

Ara's quick movements had her daughter distracted, the three-month-old baby opening her round eyes. Aro immediately moved closer to him.

“Assallamualaikum, Soleha .. have you woken up?” Aro kissed Hika's cheeks, feeling the smell of telon and her forehead Hika's round cheeks.

Hika laughed, her legs kicked with her hands raised to reach her face.

“Don't be given a head, Mas. He will then clutch your hair. Afraid to put on her hair.” Ara reminded.

Aro didn't answer, but he understood. The man deliberately brought his face closer to Hika so that his little daughter was able to touch the face of the papa.

“Aduh, Papa pinched.” Aro pretended to be in pain with a grimace.

Hika laughed as her hands continued to grip the face of the father. Ara herself quickly finished her meal. Because it can be ascertained soon his daughter asked for nen.

A plate of rice and a glass of sugar-sweetened tea had slippery toilet from its place. Ara felt her body back up in power. He took a quick massage of hers and then shifted closer to Hika.

“Nen first, Darling. Bubu want to iron this abis.” Ara touched the cheek of Hika who was still laughing.

“Later Bubu, Dede again play with Papa, yes,” prevent Aro.

“I ‘kan want to nyiapin clothes for tomorrow, Mas,” argue Ara.

“Shirt for what?” Aro forgot.

“She's going to the papanya reception temen Mas.” Ara reminded.

Aro patted his eel, he forgot. “Luck you ingetin. I haven't ordered a wreath.”

With a quick movement Aro got out of bed and immediately called Omar. Ask the man to order a bouquet of flowers.

“Do not be sorry. Watch out for it wrong!” aro Tham.

“Gue forgot his wife's name, udah her husband's name only. My name is chat.” The phone is turned off unilaterally.

“Mas, why not call directly anyway. No pity on Omar?” nagel Ara.

“Ngak apdol if you do not know him,” Aro said then go up again to bed. Lying next to Ara who was sitting. “Bangunin if you're excited, yes.”

***

Tomorrow at around 13:00, Ara and her daughter are ready to wait for her husband to come home from the store. They will be attending someone's wedding reception. Familiarized since infancy, Hika never fuss when wearing a hijab.

While waiting for Aro in the living room, Ara unceasingly replied to a message with Tala from morning. Known by Ara, Tala is now in Bandung. Some photos Tala sent to Ara. Makes Ara want to visit there too.

Until the sound of her husband's greeting diverted Ara's attention. She stopped chatting with Tala welcoming her husband who entered in a hurry. Meanwhile, Hika is playing her fingers. If it is full, the baby is not fussy.

“Very beautiful, anyway,” praise Aro see Ara that looks different.

“Practicekin make up tutorial from Mama Alvi, Mas,” revealed Ara.

“Who's Mama Alvi?” Aro felt unfamiliar.

“Say to Mama Alvi thanks. My wife is getting more beautiful like this.” Aro briefly kissed Ara's cheek then berampit to immediately change clothes.

In a building in the Depok area, the reception was held. This was the first time for Hika to be brought to such a place of many people.

“Bubu asks, Dede so sweet boy, yes.” Ara whispered as she got down from the car.

“I'm a big one, Dede.” Aro spread out her hands.

Ara handed her daughter to her husband's arms. When a familiar voice greeted him.

“Abang?” Ara muttering.

“Abang invited too?” Aro can't believe it.

Since when did his brother know political people and businessmen? Usually the circle of friendship is only about doctors and health workers.

“Hika carrying agent, dong!” pinta Akhza did not respond to her sister's questions.

The name comes, yes it must be invited.

The man just snatched Hika's body from Aro's lap. Bring the baby into the building first. Making Ara and Aro gawk with the departure of her brother.

“Cowok freak. When do you want to get a girl like that. Do we need to find a girl?” Aro asked for advice.

“Long wait time, Mas,” timpal Ara mysterious.

“Someone you know and I don't know?” guess Aro.

“Everyone knows, but not everyone can understand.” Ara squinted her eyes and then entered the building where the reception was held.

Throughout enjoying the show, Akhza did not let go of Hika. He could even so patiently calm the baby down when it started to fuss.

“Dede want nen time, Bang,” said Ara. I hope Akhza hands Hika over to him.

Akhza ignored, he even showed off Hika who is now sound in his decapn.

“When I want to prise, yes if you have a holiday. She can already drink ASI in the bottle ‘kan?” akhza said, seriously.

“Enak, aja. Get married, make your own child. Elo think make kids easy?” nagel Aro.

“Emang difficult?” search Akhza.

“Huge trouble,” sahut Aro.

“Masa?” Akhza doesn't believe it.

“Difficult to make it stop,” always Aro then got a punch on his arm from Ara.

“Your husband is sick, Ra. Take it to Marzuki Mahdi!” ledek Akhza then passed away leaving his two younger siblings behind.

After congratulating the bride and groom, talking to friends, and introducing Ara to his partner's wives, Aro decided to go home.

Akhza felt heavy releasing Hika from her sling. He still misses his nephew.

“When Papi to home, Dede yes.” Akhza whispered into Hika's ear wrapped in a beige hijab.

“What?” Aro can't believe Akhza calls himself papi.

“Uwa, woy uwaaa!” aro shouted while hitting the shoulder of his twin.

“Whispering! Papi, no debate!” firmly Akhza then melengos towards his car after previously reminding Ara to start being alert to the movement of Hika who began to be active.

“My patient's son died from getting into the bathtub, Ra.” So said Akhza when inside the reception building earlier.

“Abang a pity to Hika,” said Ara while on the way home.

“But my teteps are unfortunately larger.” Aro won't lose.

“Mas, I did not expect that the bride was .. aww Dede!” Ara was hysterical because suddenly Hika who was drinking ASI bit her hard.

“He does not like it when the bubunya ghibah,” guess Aro.

“I don't want ghibah,” sangah Ara.

“Udah, no need to follow the thought. That's his business,” proposed Aro, but his view is straight forward. To the streets that began to creep.

***

Hika's growth and development became the most fun in the episode of Ara's life. Looking at a baby who does not want to sleep in the box is the most fun of any activity.

The days continued to pass with an imperceptible round of time. It was only Monday, it was Monday again. Just yesterday Hika injected immunization, now must have a schedule of injections again.

Until coinciding with the age of Hika 9 months, the sad news was heard by Ara. Grandma died.

The news that made the woman was stifled with great regret. A week ago my grandmother called. Talk a lot of things. Tell Ara that Hika will be great, do not forget to introduce Mandri.

At that time, Ara with her mother and husband went to Cicurug. Carrying a cry that never subsides during the trip. Hika was not invited, entrusted to mother only.

Aunt also came home, wanting to see Grandma's face for the last time.

“I regret why postpone the return until next Sunday,” complained Ara when he just set foot on the terrace of the grandmother's house.

“Ara, it is not good to regret God's destiny. Remember, every living one will surely meet death.” Aro try to cheer him up.

After the funeral of Grandma who was buried near the pusara grandfather and his father, Ara did not leave the place immediately.

Mami was back with Monde. I don't know why my mom is so close to that guy. Often found calling each other, even the twin sons often come to the house mommy.

Ara was still chanting Surah Yasin in front of the mound of land of the grandmother. His tears he could not fall, let alone break.

Aro did not dare to take him home, he just faithfully waited for Ara while chanting the holy verse as well.

Until I sayup azan magrib was heard, then Ara realized. He stood with his knees still shaking.

“Mas, this abis we nginep to jida's house, yes,” pinta Ara before leaving the funeral.

Do not want to feel the loss wrapped in regret. Ara promised to look at Jida often. What's the last time you had a slipper, “ anyone misses not with this old woman?”

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So, who hasn't seen his grandmother or relatives in a long time? Or have you not called for a long time just asking? No, it doesn't exist, yeah ... My mom and sister must be very close to my family. Distance is not a barrier in this increasingly sophisticated era, yes ... Btw, thank you for always supporting Ara. Allah will respond with the best recompense. Love you, All & All __________________________________________________________YOU