The Sky for Ara

The Day Continues

“Wait until Hika's birthday, kak Lica will also marry. You don't want to be a witness to your sister's wedding?” mother protest when Akhza said asked by his lecturer to go to the hospital in a place that Akhza still keep his regional name secret to mother.

“There is a networking program to the regional hospital (mentioned the name of the area) there the surgeon is limited I think you can have a lot of experience there. ‘Kan you can still contact me if there is an obstacle.” As said prof. Sandy a while ago.

Akhza thinks this is a good opportunity to organize the heart, or just treat the wounds that have scratched the heart.

“Introduction used to be the son of ustaz Hakam,” mother chirps certainly rejected hard by Akhza.

“I need to leave for Hika birthday,” promise Akhza. “But make acquaintance with Ustaz Hakam child, I do not want,” reject it.

“Why?” Mother is disappointed, even though the girl you want to introduce is a good girl.

“Not yet,” bright Akhza.

“Bat broken heart is a new heart. The wound must have an antidote. You can't recover if you just enjoy the pain. Must be sincere, let go and try to open the heart to others.” (As you did first) Mother gently stroked the black mane of Akhza.

“Not necessarily the girl has a heart to me,” refutes Akhza.

“No way, you ‘kan ...” But the words of mother had to be agile.

“Sorry, Mother. I just want to remember myself first. Later, I promise I'll get married. Now I still have to fight to get a specialist. I'm busy, sometimes I don't even have time. Kasian will be my wife.”

Akhza grasps his mother's hand, “Doain aja Ikunya let always be given ease.”

Mother nodded despite her pity for her son is still mountainous.

“Man created in pairs. But do not forget, between a soul mate and death, which one will come first? We can't guess what else is.” Akhza's words made the mother pull the hand that her son was holding.

“Ih, speak like that.”

“Let's not be complacent with the world. Only death is certain to occur in our lives, others are gray,” cetus Akhza stomped the hearts of mothers.

“I once wished I could be Ara's husband, but the truth is not. I was also once sure I could be Tala's husband, but ..” It was the turn of the mother who cut off her son's words.

“Iya, Mommy support whatever your decision.”

“Still, Mother.”

***

Since Hika was three months old, Ara was more diligent in collecting matching colors between herself, Aro and her daughter.

“Red, blue, black, white, mocca, marun, grey, ijo, ehm ..” Ara knocked on her chin with her index finger. Think about what color he will collect.

“Ngapain Bubu?” Aro who was carrying a baby padlock who often frowned when he found something he did not like was entering the room.

“Do not first be invited in, later the clothes are dibantakin.” Ara quickly spread her hands so that her daughter did not see the state of the bed filled with their clothes.

“Uh uh!” point Hika at her pile of hijab.

“Ndu ndu,” said the baby while banging his thin-haired head.

“Iya, veil Dede.” Ara took one of Hika's veils.

“Mau use?” tawar Ara unfolded the veil and prepared to put it on Hika.

Hika nodded happily while laughing with a body that did not want to stay in the arms of the father.

“Waah more beautiful,” praise Ara after the pink veil wrapped Hika's head.

Before long the baby even re-opened the veil from his head. He pointed to the black hijab that Ara was wearing.

“Dede want black color?” asked Ara who was trying to understand her daughter's intentions.

Hika nodded, clapping her hands she asked to be released from the sling of the father.

“Emh emh.” Both of Hika's hands were raised asking to be carried by Ara.

“Honey, Bubu again finish clothes. Dede same papa first.” By grabbing the stocky body Ara tried to persuade.

“Urusin Hika first, let me finish the shirt. You tell me I have to do,” Aro's advice approved by Ara.

“Into the top stage,” said Ara when Aro asked where his T-shirt was stored.

“That's down, Mas,” pointed Ara when in Aro's hand there are his home pants that are predominantly black.

“This one is inaro where?” goda Aro on his daughter who is a henchman in Ara's sling.

Hika laughed as Aro headed his stomach, until he accidentally drowned his face in the chest of his bubble. It was Aro who kept teasing him.

“Mau diaro where is this cheek embil?” tease Aro again when Hika looks back.

“Pa pa pa pa pa.” Hika brandished her five fingers, maybe she meant no more teasing.

“Udah, Mas. He's a pity tuh,” forbid Ara.

Hika is now back to ask to be carried by her papa. Aro certainly immediately grabbed that wacky body into a sling.

“Dede deliberately ngerjain Papa to neaten clothes yes?” pointing Aro is like talking to an adult.

Hika clapped her hands, as if understanding what the father said. The little girl then gripped Aro's cheeks and massaged him with her white fat fingers. Sometimes secretly Aro often bites Hika's fingers. Without his wife's knowledge.

“Mamam Pa mamam.” Hika put her index finger on her lips then turned to look at Ara.

“Mamamam mamamam.” The round eye was hopeful.

“Mam? Can't, ah,” joked Ara wants to know what Hika's reaction is?

Hika nodded as she poked her lips. He looked down as if he was disappointed.

“Bubu, love dong,” protest Aro.

“I'm kidding, Mas.” Ara laughed then grabbed Hika from Aro's sling.

“We mam puff, yes. Or dragon fruit?” tawar Ara while carrying Hika out of the room to the kitchen.

In practice, theories are always broken. Hika finished the banana flavor puff for almost a pack. Ara thought the embossed cheek would be full, but still pointed at the refrigerator. That means, the baby asks for dragon fruit. The only fruit that is a favorite.

The embil cheeks look even more funny when chewing dragon fruit, red-red with black spots adorned his face and lips.

“Love him a mirror, later he cry see his own face,” advice Aro who always ignorant to his daughter.

“Mas tuh seneng very ignorant to Dede. Don't ah!” forbid busy Ara occasionally fix the location of the apron used by Hika.

“Funny knows!” Aro laughs.

The man had often brought Hika in a mirror off the dragon fruit tomb. Hika will be hysterical, the embossed cheek will usually wipe with a red stain palm with a black spot on his cheek. Usually later Ara who nags. While Aro would instead take a video of his little daughter.

This time his ignorance was not done. Because finished eating dragon fruit, Hika even defecate. Make Ara immediately take him to the bathroom and clean his body. The embossed cheek finally slept with a full stomach. Make Ara breathe a sigh of relief in the afternoon before the magrib.

Just about to close his eyes, a hand coiled in Ara's belly.

“Pamali want magrib even sleep.” And the hand went into the back of the blouse that Ara was wearing.

“Yes later abis this shower,” sahut Aro.

And again the persuasion always managed to cradle Ara. Forced activities to move to the floor with a makeshift base, a white bedcover. Oh, no!

It was impossible to do it beside Hika who was asleep, it could be that the embil cheek thought the world was being shaken by an earthquake.

***

At jida's house.

Ahead of two days of Alisha's wedding, the family meeting was held again. The committee is formed as neatly as possible so that all the families involved, the responsibility with their duties.

“Kasih Abang a lot of tasks so there is no time to see the intimacy of other couples,” suggested Miza.

“Enak! my job is just to be a photo!” rebut Akhza who was feeding Hika melon. And become the second fruit that the cheek embil favorite it.

“Mas Ar duty welcomes guests only, surely he knows more than abi business colleagues,” chlap uma.

“Siap, Uma.” Aro who was busy cutting the melon into a small part for his daughter spoke without turning to Uma.

“Ara his task ...” But Aro quickly trimmed the sentence that will be thrown uma.

“My wife should not be given any task, her task is already heavy.” Aro's words made uma laugh giggling. Of course the woman was deliberately trying to tease Aro.

“Once in a while elo so below, Mas. Let Ara is not heavy,” always Miza makes everyone laugh except Akhza.

“So much love that has not been able to laugh,” joked Omar who participated in the meeting that day.

While the parents only shook with the behavior of their children.

“Emang elo ever?” tuding Akhza, not equally jomlo?

“Udah dong, so dare to laugh.” Omar laughed with satisfaction.

Omar's words backfired for him, he got a hard blow to his back from Teh Fenti.

“Ari maneh!” snapping Tea Fenti (You!)

“Nanaonan shuh? Dad's mom sent by nu kritu!” (What the fuck? Father mother sent soan!) his jolt was not satisfied to hit the head, now added to the head.

Everyone who was there just grimaced, feeling how sick it was so Omar.

“Baheula, Tea. Pas Aro is still clinging. Manehna Tah nu sok merean. Throw stone hidden hands.” (Then, Tea. When Aro was turning. He loves me chili)

“Mas?” Ara looked at Aro full of accusations.

“I never played girl,” geleng Aro.

“Mar, biwir sia mah kudu stitched properly. Sia nu make nalahkeun ka urang. Eweuh ti tiuna urang ulin chilli.” Aro makes a defense. (Your lips need to be sewn. Elo who used to throw it at me. There's nothing from where I play chili)

“Protect my little daughter from misleading voices huh, Rabb. Aamiin,” Akhza said as he swept both palms to his face.

“Eh, good!” snapped Aro hit Akhza on the head with a fork he held.

“Mas Ar!” peekkik Ara's. “Don't give me a bad example for Dede,” he continued with a deflated flower nose.

“Sgratiramin!” Akhza spoke without sound, only with lip movements but was captured both by Aro's vision senses.

“Let's be beautiful, we get away from this unhealthy human society. Papi will protect you from the citizens of moral crisis like them,” always Akhza while reaching for the body of Hika who is just happy to be held back.

“Ih, my son woy!” shout Aro.

“Mas ...” A soft but deadly voice from the wife made Aro who was about to chase after the brother restrained.

Before long, Hika came back. This time I carried my father. The man had just snatched his beautiful grandson from the lap of the son.

“Bubu, where is my jacket beautiful?” ask the father who was dressed neatly and then came also the mother who was preparing to leave.

“Where to, Yah?” Ara asked back.

“You bring Dede to the mall, buy shoes yes, de?” And Hika just nodded while laughing.

“Mothers want to buy shoes,” clearly mother. “Dede join Mother,” continued the woman.

“Where is the jacket with the hood?” asked the father once again made Ara move to the room to take two objects asked by the father and Aro followed him.

Be that guy who goes back down, giving a jacket and veil that are both pink.

“Bikin again new, I am afraid of the wrong way later even bring Dede to the house Bogor hahaha,” said Father.

If the one who spoke was his brother, it was certain that Aro had hit it in the face. Unfortunately, he's his father, he can't be defeated.

***

The long-awaited day for Alisha arrived. After a successful event held in the morning, the reception was held at night at a hotel.

Ara looked beautiful with a lilac color dress in line with the one Hika wore. The baby is getting used to being in the crowd.

As usual, Hika will be the ball that is over to and fro. From one sling to another sling. From one hand to another.

Especially now with the presence of the family Damar and Rere who participated in the anxiety on Hika. Rere to nag Nauna why not also interest in marriage?

“Gimana want to marry if the candidate just run away,” said Nauna while looking at the nanar at Akhza who was laughing with Fadan saw a photo of Hika who a few minutes ago he took.

Thus with Damar, he could not expect a grandson to Elita who was still in college. Moreover, the child had expressed interest in Atar while the youngest son Akash had openly rejected it.

“Let's use shortcut, pellet.” So said Elita makes Atar more disliked.

Ara was bored by herself because now her daughter was like a rotating trophy that moved hands. While her husband was also busy talking with guests of Ilham's colleagues. When Ara's eyes were on Lala and her now healthy mother, Ara certainly joined the two.

“Alhamdullilah, finally bang Alka can be happy yes, Mom,” cetus Lala looked with a twinkle of joy at Alka who was fixing the location of the veil used by Alisha.

Atar who saw Ara sitting with Lala joined in as well. “Bang Alka so cool so yes after success,” praise Atar pointed to Alka who came down from the pelaminan welcome someone.

Alka shook the hand of the tall, well-built man who kindly greeted her.

“Alka, congratulations. Very beautiful wedding decoration.” The man who was holding a beautiful woman who continued to look at Alka laughed happily.

The woman did not dare to look back at Alka. He looked down with a heated face and cheeks. Even his ears were ringing, wanting it to feel like he was leaving that place immediately.

What's the rumbling in his chest? Never mind, do not be asked because therefore, he squeezed it hoping that the tightness and pain disappeared.

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I endlessly saturates nohun as many as are still loyal here & ''5.