The Sky for Ara

Hating and Hating

The rain from afternoon made the clinic quiet, no more patients came. Ara was already preparing to go home, before she checked back into her bag, making sure no items were left behind. Just about to step up from his desk, came a young man with a look of panic and gasping breath.

"Can anyone help?" ask Ara.

The young man nodded, "I want to buy a tespack, Brother."

Ara frowned deeply, she slid into the young man's face and said, "Bring ID, no?"

"Bring, brother," he answered briefly as he reached into the pocket of his pants and took out the wallet and took out the card Ara asked for.

"Ammar Sudarsana, 18 years three months ago," murmured Ara.

"Who's testpack for?" search Ara.

The young man did not reply, he threw out a glance in all directions avoiding Ara's gaze. Finally, Ara gave her what she wanted. After the young man left, Ara moved from her desk. He paid his respects to the Army Midwife and then stepped out.

Just as he opened the door, Aro's car had just arrived at the parking lot. Ara frowned deeply, unable to believe that Aro was really coming. Before long, Aro's head poked out from the car door. He waved his hand, telling Ara to quickly enter.

Ara immediately moved from where she was standing, she quickly got into the car.

"Belom's never seen a handsome man, has he?" aro asked as Ara had just sat down.

"Not the chips entered even dumb," added Aro.

"Well, why did you pick me up?" Ara Todong.

"His son, who's gonna pick you up? I forced mom!" aro Sentak as he began to re-apply his car.

"Ish, Nyebelin," murmured Ara while taking the phone from inside the bag that continued to vibrate from earlier.

A few incoming messages from Cici, Ara immediately opened them.

[Ra, I've met my prince]

[He's still the same as before]

[Ra, I'm so happy]

Just now Ara was about to type a reply to Cici, Aro's hand snatched his phone.

"Mas, turn it back!" shouted Ara.

"Lo was not polite, I drive you even play hape," said Aro while putting Ara's phone into his pants pocket.

"Mas nyebelin, why the hell is it always the same with me? why is it always evil with me? why have you never treated me so well?" ara's protest was overstretched, for some reason Ara dared to say that. Maybe the feeling of fatigue that hit make his emotions overflow is unclear.

"How dare you say that?" Aro pulled over his car, he was ignited by emotions because of the words of Ara.

With a quick movement Aro moved to Ara's chair. No matter how narrow, but he forced to sit there making Ara's body squeezed into the car door.

"Again, repeat that talk!" ketus Aro made Ara unconsciously obey his orders.

Aro was blown away, a flash of anger clearly emanating from his round eyes. He grabbed Ara's cheek with one hand, gripping slightly making Ara grimace in pain.

"Keep me how am I going, hm?" the whisper, quietly however, sounded terrifying.

"Not always be rude to me!" sentak Ara, apparently he also still can not muffle anger.

"Do you want me to be soft?" Aro clarifies Ara's sentence. Her other hand was moved in a circle at Ara's waist.

"Mas, don't macem-macem!" threatening Ara pushed Aro's body, but unfortunately Aro's energy is now strong, not weak like last night.

"She wants me to be gentle?"

"Udah, walk again!" exclaims Ara with roaring breath.

He felt a rumble in his chest that was really not wearing. The smell of Aro perfume that smells really can not be denied is very intoxicating. Aro's gentle touch of hands on his cheeks and waist was inevitable. Ara hates at the same time.

"You want me to be gentle, right?" whispered Aro, once again.

As Aro drew his head closer to Ara's face, Ara's reflexes closed.

"Don't, Mas!" ara whispered with trembling lips and soon her crying broke.

Aro didn't care, he brought his face closer. Putting his forehead on Ara's forehead. Ara grew louder crying with her eyes closed, her hands clutching the shirt on Aro's chest.

"Mas, no!" lirih Ara while feeling Aro's hand getting tighter gripped waist. Ara was getting sobbed by the sedan, making Aro wake up. He immediately released Ara's body. Roughly pulled away from Ara's chair and returned to her seat.

Ara breathed a sigh of relief, although she had not been able to ease her cries. Aro himself repeatedly rubbed his face rough. He scratched his own hair. Regretting what he did, why would he do such a stupid thing.

For a moment only silence was created, Ara was still crying. Aro regulates his breathing, he does not want Ara to know that he feels guilty.

"The cry!" her word.

Ara did not heed Aro's orders, she still continued as much as with the two hands clinging to each other, her fingers squeezing each other.

"Araaaa, no!" aro unconsciously mentioned Ara's name.

"Salasika Arabella, no! I'm sorry!" exclaim Aro.

It was undeniable that Ara's heart warmed to hear her name called by Aro.

"Udah atuh, Ra. Huh!" this time even Aro rubbed the back of Ara's hand, further making the fig heart warm up.

Ara started to squeeze herself, she closed her eyes and regulated her breathing. Aro picked up a tissue in the back seat of his car. His hand raised swept a tissue over Ara's tear-flooded face.

"Later what should I answer if you ask your eyes?" aro asked as Ara opened her eyes.

"Let me answer" said Ara.

"We eat where we used to, you can't go home with this kayak state," Aro suggested.

Ara nodded, she also had to think about what answer would be given to Earth when asked her eyes were puffy.

"Where do you eat?" ask Aro.

"I want to eat meatballs" said Ara.

"Where is it?" insist Aro

"Jalan aja, I'll tell you the place," replied Ara did not dare to turn to his interlocutor.

Aro returned to drive his car, splitting the increasingly crowded streets, but smoothly. The rain has subsided leaving a romantic drizzle point. Ara leaned her head against the car door, her hands hugging her own body. I don't know what the cause is that he suddenly misses Vanya. It has not been a month since his mother was busy taking care of some shops that he now manages himself after his parents died.

Aro glanced at Ara, a sudden feeling of guilt nurturing within him. For the first time Aro felt sorry to see Ara.

"Pil, here we go further. Where do you want to eat?" tanya Aro slashed the silence.

"Tuh in front," pointed Ara at a meatball stall.

"That's a real race, Pil," complained Aro to slow down the speed of his car.

"Mas use a mask just so as not to invite commotion," said Ara.

Aro pulled over his car then parked perfectly right in front of the meatball stall.

"Can I have a real gini?" tanyakanya.

"The taxi's good, Mas. Come on down!"

Aro was still sitting, even though Ara had even entered the stall. He was afraid that people would recognize him. The difference is absolutely certain, but for the sake of making up for his guilt on Ara he finally decided to get out of the car without wearing a mask as Ara suggested.

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