The Sky for Ara

The Tired Ara

Aro is determined to follow Ara and Omar to Bogor using an online taxi. Some time after Ara and Omar arrived, he also arrived when Omar was asleep in the living room.

Aro and Cici know each other. Obviously, Cici was the daughter of one of the famous actors of her time. Her mother is also an MUA who until now often became an active team on the set of Aro.

"Which pill?" aro asked after chatting with Cici.

"Huh? upils? in idung lo, lah!" answer Cici.

"I mean Arabella, where is she?" Aro circulated a glance throughout the room. He saw Ara's bag lying on the floor, his phone was also neatly stored on the table. Beside him was a dirty bowl, could not be Ara's former because her sister was very neat and disciplined.

"Again mama above," replied Cici immediately went to bring a dirty bowl to the kitchen.

Not satisfied with Cici's answer, Aro followed the long-haired girl in her skimpy clothes.

"So right now she looks sad, doesn't she?" tanya Aro stood beside Cici who was washing the bowl in front of the wastafle.

"Okay," replied Cici.

"Did she like the story about me?" again Aro followed Cici's steps leaving the kitchen.

Cici walked while tying her hair high showing a butterfly tattoo on her neck. In Aro's view, Cici's wrist is also carved into the cat's head, small but contrasting with her white skin. The tattoo is real. Need to admit, Cici does have perfect posture, complete beauty. Perfect blend of papi and mami are beautiful and handsome.Height up to clean white skin.

Aro still followed Cici's steps. He just stopped when Cici entered the bathroom located in the middle room.

"You see what I have? you want it, I can't love it!" ketus Cici slammed the bathroom door making Aro curse annoyed while throwing fists into the air.

He rubbed his face rough as he sauntered back into the living room. I hope Omar wakes up soon or at least Ara is done talking to her mom. You don't have to get tired of waiting alone.

Aro re-occupied himself in the living room chair. His gaze was attracted to Ara's constantly vibrating phone. Appearing the name of the Prospective Husband on his screen. Aro wanted to take the phone to answer his call, but he was afraid Ara was getting annoyed at him.

He eventually chose to kill Omar. Aro grab the hat that covers Omar's face. Omar seemed to enjoy his sleep, his mouth gaping with his eyes closed perfectly. Aro deliberately scratches Omar's nostrils with Omar's pinky which he moves.

Feeling disturbed, Omar immediately shouted and sat down while unconsciously punching the face of Aro who was right in front of him. Aro certainly complained of pain, the shock left endless scars of pain.

"Shit!" he punched Omar in the stomach. Omar did not accept, he stood up and punched Aro in the arm. Aro getting emotional, he pushed Omar's body and made the thick-bodied man fall to the floor with a supine position.

Aro felt in the wind, he took a swing to crush Omar's body, but someone actually held him by tapping his ear.

"Mas Ar, there is no violence in Auntie's house!" the sound of Vanya's cry felt like lightning was caught by Aro's sense of hearing. Vanya and Ara just got off the top floor.

"Again, Tan!" Aro complained while trying to get rid of Vanya's hand. While Omar who had difficulty standing, assisted by Cici who had just come with wet hair.

"Ci, don't wear any smaller clothes?" reprimand Ara when she sees Cici wearing a tanktop that shows part of her queen stomach. The mini skirt that Cici uses is very enough to make the legs of his level perfectly exposed. Even accidentally Aro's eyes again found a skull tattoo on the side of Cici's left thigh.

"You don't have any bigger clothes?" reply Cici as it passes and sit back in the living room chair.

"Udah .. already, kok fussin clothes anyway," lerai Vanya while removing Aro's ears. "Where to wait in the living room! Mommy makes food first."

Ara said, he stepped first and followed Omar and Aro who returned to curse each other. This time without attack, because they do not want to invite noise.

Cici was busy with her phone when Ara returned to the living room. Ara sat down to throw her body next to Cici. Aro and Omar were soon coming.The two sat in the other seats, side by side.

"Ci, Cici knows mami's problem?" tanya Ara made Aro carefully listen to what Ara was going to say.

"Your mom's in debt?" guess Cici without taking her eyes off the phone screen.

Ara nodded, "Cici why not tell me the same story? pantesan I want to go straight to mami, I want to cry constantly because of inget mami. Though mami again ngalamin difficult things like gini," complained Ara.

"Ba! sodara I have a name, can't you call him by his real name?" cici shouted while throwing Aro with a chair cushion.

"Cool!" applause Omar, "gue likes lo style, Ci ...."

"Sound!" annoyed Aro while mwngusap his face that was hit by the throw of a chair pillow. "Pantes lo jomlo continue, your behavior is very rude!"

"Youguh!" cry Ara, "Mas, Ci, can it be okay do not use emotions?" lerai Ara had the two men in front of her.

"Ara, I'll defend you. Do not want to be called uplifted, your face is beautiful, your name is good, your behavior is sane. You want to say upil the same song artist!" firmly Cici while pointing at Aro with her chin.

"Eh, you want to know what upil doesn't mean?" omar Seloroh, no one answered. "U make you, pills make person I love. You are the one I love ...."

"Forced!" shouted Ara and Cici together to make Omar scratch his nape that does not itch.

"Seriously, Pil. Why did you come?" aro didn't care about Omar's jokes.

"Gue is a story," said Cici while glancing at Ara asking for approval. Ara nodded, she thought there was no harm Aro knew. Not to make a disgrace, only who knows Aro can help him through the do'a. So that this problem is quickly solved.

The story revolved from Cici's lips, just like what Vanya told Ara. Aro without carefully listening, occasionally he nodded, grimaced, made a deep frown on his forehead and glanced at Ara full of pity.

"Gue helpin, Pil," he said finished Cici telling a story.

"No, I can do it myself" refused Ara ketus.

"Do you have a solution?" search Cici.

"I agree to sell this house. Koh Budi, whose house is deket post has tasted 350 million of this house. Mami had no choice but to sell the house," explained Ara made Cici surprised.

"When the house is for sale, where does the aunt want to live? that kind of money is just enough to pay the debt, buy another house where enough?" the fretful frown of Cici got a nod from Aro.

"Living with me, there is a Zenab house that will be sold at a cheap price. The place in the clinic I work, is small and not as good as this house," said Ara while circulating views to the entire room of her mammoth house.

"You mean, Pil?" Aro asked to be sure.

"I want to move from your mother's house, I don't think I'm good constantly between you, Mas," said Ara.

Aro shook his head, "Pil. mother where love permits. Mother very dear lo, mother where to be far from lo!"

"Mommy needs me more, Mom. Mommy must have understood."

"Ra, Aro really. You won't be okay living with your aunt. We both know what your mother's behavior is like," Cici was worried.

"I'm the same mom ...."

Ara's sentence was truncated because Cici got a phone call from someone. Without hesitation he answered the call without moving. Ara also grabbed her cellphone which was still lying on the table.

A little guilty because Sakaf had already made calls to him many times. Ara tries to call back Sakaf's number, but in fact Sakaf's number is busy.

He put the phone back on the table. His face seemed to imply a deep worry. Ara rubbed her face slowly with both palms.

Aro just kept watching her, there was a pity in Aro seeing the look of Ara who was so exhausted.

"Salasika Arabella, have a chat, yuk!" bring Aro.