The Sky for Ara

Promo Novel Attar - Orin - Star

Assalamu'alaikum, I want to promote Attar's novel. It was in F I Z Z O. Here's a little overview and chapter 1.

"Senja is beautiful, even for a moment, but still stunning." Orin glared, staring at the sky bathed in orange light this afternoon.

"Duha is more beautiful, there you can ask God for help in your difficulties." Attar leaned back against the iron fence that was the barrier to the man's crossing bridge.

"Dua? Did you mean Mr Attar Salat Duha? How's the ordinance?" ask Orin curiously.

"Do you know how?"

"You."

"There's a condition."

"What?" Orin enthusiastically awaits Attar's answer.

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As-Sham Mahija Attar (27 years old), a businessman who has seven years of youth and has a son named Bintang (6.5 years), frozen his heart after his proposal was rejected by Gaza, women who last one year returned close to him after they had a university while in college. Having a pretty exciting youth, Attar used to change his girlfriend for reasons of pity if he refused the woman who approached him. Once serious with one woman, Attar even left married. He was then trapped in marriage with a woman who was forced to die until finally born Bintang, a boy who considered Attar was his biological father.

Until one day, Bintang whines asking Mama to Attar. Attar finally decided to establish serious relations with Gaza, unfortunately, Gaza even rejected Attar's proposal because he wanted to continue studying medicine abroad. In such a situation, the figure of Orin was present in Attar's life. Long-haired woman with an unobscure look on the face of ayu. Orin, despite his cheerful looks, keeps a strange life story. One day, she was taken by her birth mother who was a PSK to a place that was holding a virginity auction. Orin was made into merchandise by his own mother. However, the Khalik was very kind to Orin. Attar came to the event, and also became an auctioneer.

"One Billion, leave the girl to me!"

Will Attar's decision to auction off Orin make Orin's life better? Or will Orin be the only shadow of the many women who have ever stopped in Attar's life?

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Chapter 1

"Assalamu'alaikum, excuse me, Father. You I arrested for committing a crime." Orin, a long-haired ayu girl, touched the soft shoulder of a man in a T-shirt who had turned yellow.

Slowly, the man named Darya who was born and raised in Surabaya, but grew up in the metropolis was looking towards Orin. The man's full lips curved upwards, more precisely grinning in fear, because the action was already known Orin, the beloved baby.

"Sir, throw away the cigarette" Orin said again as he glanced at the cigarette that had just been smoked in half by Darya.

Orin then sat next to Darya on a long wooden chair. They were in a coffee shop not far from Darya's residence.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mpok Jannah." Orin called out to the owner of the stall in a loud voice. Before long a stocky woman with a popular bergo hijab in the 2000s came out of the stall.

"Kumsalam, Dusk Girl. Kemane aje you?" ask Jannah, be friendly. Her hands were busy inserting the hair that was poking at the front of her.

"Dusk Girl, Dusk Girl. My son's name is Orin. Adonijah Nazma Orin!" Darya jerks Jannah while standing up. Her distended stomach moved as she just spoke.

"Alah, whan the Orin demen dusk. Hence aye call the Dusk Girl. Kids today, right, so say it, Maszeh Darya who guantenge pool, but dear kere." Jannah nyerocos made Orin laugh. Orin has memorized, that Jannah always speaks softly. It's still mending, Jannah doesn't pinch Darya's chin. Usually, that woman always teases Darya.

"Mpok Jannah, nih, not bestie, ah, same Orin. Why do these papack-bapack Mpok give me the item?" Orin pointed with his chin at the cup containing black coffee whose pulp was still floating.

"Well, make this yourself the maszeh of the cup. Noh, he deliberately chose the cheapest." Janah pointed to the coffee packaging with a golden yellow wrap. "I said shady denkow aja, lu, Maszeh. Nackal, yes!" Jannah pinched Darya's chin. The man quickly avoided, feeling angry with the behavior of the widow of the two children.

"Mr, why do boong, anyway, same Orin?" orin protested, putting on an annoyed face.

"No boong, Dear Orin, Beautiful Father. Besides kupi same cigarette you haven't touched, tuh, Orin see himself." Darya pointed at her coffee cup.

"But the cigarette is half, right?" sambar Orin, pissed.

"If you want to debate the cubs and the cawagub mending at home, deh. Duh, I'm dizzy with it." Jannah broke the Orin and Darya debate, making the father and son finally farewell.

Darya's house is in a narrow alley on the outskirts of Jakarta. It had been six months that he had been living alone after Orin had stayed at his workplace.

"How are you, Rin?" ask Darya whose arm is being held by Orin. They slowly walked towards the house.

"Good, Sir. It's just a matter of course," said Orin limp.

"When why? Abis broke up with a boyfriend?" Darya glanced at her daughter who she thought was beautiful like an angel falling from heaven. Although Darya does not know what the angel looks like.

Orin shook his head, as they arrived in front of a small, simple house. Darya never locks the house when traveling, and there are no valuables there anyway.

"Why do you keep upset? Abis rejected guy?" ask Darya again as she and Orin enter. Orin immediately revealed red curtains with a goose motif that might be luxurious in his time.

"Say people, if you want to be successful, do not involve men in the process of maturation, and Orin agrees that. So, the father's guesses are both wrong. Orin's not upset about guys." Orin picked up the shabby sheath that was in the corner of the room.

"Sorry, you haven't had time to put it in a dirty laundry basket" said Darya quickly. About cleaning the house, Orin was the one who took over the task. He will come home once a week to wash Darya clothes and cook men's favorite orek tempeh with a nose shape resembling a guava** it.

"Keep what makes you upset? Is it mama again?" guess Darya. Inwardly, the man hoped that Orin would deny his words.

"Yes, my mom asked me to make jad__"

"Ah, hungry. Rin, you're hungry. Can you cook now, can't you?" For Darya, hearing the reality of his ex-wife who is now a comfort woman, and invited Orin to do the same, always incised his own pain for his heart.

"So calm father, Orin will not want to follow in the footsteps of mama, even though Orin once lived from money from the ill-gotten sweat mama."

"Rin, she's your mama. You don't deserve to talk bad like that. I never taught you to hate my mom. If someone is to blame, blame them. This stupid father, only able to work as a rickshawman, and Ba__"

"Mr!" Orin slashed Darya's words by hugging the man's body. "Great father, who said you were wrong?"

"You must not be rude to your mother, yes," said Darya while rubbing the head of Orin whose hair was black and long. "You're still wearing a shampoo that's a thousand and four, Rin?"

Orin's sadness is clouded by Darya's babble about shampoo. Orin broke a hug on the father's stocky body, then punched the man's fat stomach. "Basic of mood-destroying, people are sad again too."

Darya chuckles. "My son, as long as the wifi next to the password can be broken, as long as the ice is price is still excessive, we should not be sad. Two three fish swimming, make our hearts happy!"

Darya walked towards her room while clapping her hands. Before entering the mouth of the door, Darya told Orin not to forget the ashar prayer first before cooking and washing his clothes.

Orin himself quickly heeded Darya's orders, he prayed in the living room. Then cook dry orek tempe that can last up to a week, but usually three days have been eaten Darya. After cooking, Orin washes Darya's dirty clothes, then she goes to the attic of the house to dry them.

People say, Darya house is like a bird cage, its shape is not clear with only one door without a window. Darya deliberately made an attic to hang clothes. Still said people also, deservedly, Seruni left Darya, Darya's end is just a capital look. However, they are unable to find a good job.

Finished drying, Orin did not immediately come down from the attic. He enthusiastically looked at the sky that was bathed in golden orange light. Orin's lips burst open when the sun slowly sank, the orange began to disappear, and black came.

"It's only dusk that knows how to say goodbye beautifully" Orin murmured.

"Rin, hunt down, solaaat magrib!" Darya's voice broke Orin's daydream.