The Sky for Ara

Salasika Arabella

"Sorry, sister, I can't sell the Pill to just anyone. Moreover, Brother is still school age," said a white-hijab Midwife to a teenager who was still wearing an ash skirt.

"I bought it for my mother, Ma'am," said the teenage girl.

"If you did buy it for her mother, show her the treatment card." The midwife puts her right hand on the girl. The girl was silent and unable to answer.

"Well, if you don't want to sell. I can buy it at the drugstore," said the girl scowled angrily as it passed.

The midwife named Salasika Arabella sighed softly. I was so impressed by the behavior of this girl. Ara, as the Midwife was being called, got up from her seat and walked towards the exit. Watching the girl who is now riding on a Ninja motorcycle. Her knee-length skirt rose to show off the girl's smooth thigh.

"Astagfirullah," murmured Ara while rubbing her face. Not once did he twice find a teenager who wanted to buy the Pill. This type of pregnancy delay drug should only be consumed by married women. Not a girl.

"Anyone wants to buy another Pill, Ra?" suddenly a voice from the side startled Ara.

"Ligaaaar, what a habit. If you say code first dong," protested Ara.

"Sorry, abis you bengong aja, anyway," said Ligar while chuckling. Replied Ara by pinching both cheeks Ligar.

"Sickness, Ara ...." Ligar rubbed his hot cheek.

"Wild, who told me to surprise me," said Ara sticking out her tongue.

"Udah, go home. You want someone's dikhitbah today" said Ligar reminded Ara of the reality that makes it plucky.

"Are you okay with me coming home now?" tanya Ara felt bad because actually her working hours were still 30 minutes away.

"No matter what, besides your working hours are also a little more abis," Ligar replied making Ara smile happily.

Ara immediately returned to her desk. Put a cell phone, a pen and a small book in his bag. He held on for a moment worried that something was left behind. However, before long his lips were pulled up when all the goods he had diabsennya already in his small bag.

"Is that okay with me first?" search Ara probing into Ligar's face.

"Not what, Raaaa!" exclaiming Ligar slightly raised the intonation of his voice made Ara rub his ears.

"Not to yell at it, either" protested Ara.

"You're done with it," Ligar replied with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, I'm ahead."

"Eeh, Ra ...," prevent Ligar.

Ara who had just a few steps moved back and forth while tilting her head waiting for Ligar to speak.

"Please be your brother to me, or your brother to me."

"If they want, it's all for you, Ligaaaar!" exclaiming Ara was upset because it did not matter what his friend said.

"That's the heavy one" said Ligar, chuckling.

"Udah ah, I'm home, yeah."

But when Ara was about to step back, again Ligar's call held him back. This time Ara simply stopped the move without turning towards Ligar. Waiting for Ligar to speak.

"Greetings yes, Ra, make Babang Sakaf. You're lucky to have such a perfect husband."

Ara smiled wryly at Ligar's words. Should I feel lucky? will marriage because of marriage complement each other?

Ara sighed deeply while rubbing her chest. There's a stuffy crunch there. Wanted to rebel, but what power. Ara did not want to make both of her foster parents disappointed. As a child raised lovingly by them. Ara just wants to be filial. And, perhaps accepting this match is his real form of devotion.

"Ra, how come it's diem?"

"Okay, I'll say hello. I said there was a beautiful midwife who said hello, who knows Sakaf has a single guy who is still single. That's it, doesn't it mean?" Ara spoke without looking at Ligar. There were piles of clear liquid crystals in both of his eye pellets. Ara did not want Ligar to see his sadness.

"Your printer, Ra. Pantesan was chosen Sakaf."

Ara did not reply, she waved her hand as she moved without looking back at Ligar. Ara pushed the glass door and began to circulate the view. The meatball shop became the first sight he saw when he came out of the Midwife Army's maternity clinic building.

Ara stepped slowly down the edge of the asphalt road that started to break down here and there. His gaze was straight ahead, not knowing if someone was following him from behind. The man who was taller than him, although still wearing the high school uniform, accelerated the pace so that he could catch up with Ara.

"Mr ....!"

Ara's reflex stopped the steps as the voice of someone so familiar in her ears. Ara turned around and found her sister already standing next to her.

"What are you doing, deck?" ask Ara astonishment.

"I just want a mastiin if Teteh really wants to be fooled by Sakaf?" search his sister.

"Atar, how many times have I told you, I don't want to talk about this."

"Don't think about my brother's feelings?" his younger brother, whose name is Atar.

Ara sighed, tight. His love story with his sister Akhza, is indeed complicated. 'Never got a bright spot. How not, the eldest son of his parents fell in love with him a long time ago. However, this was opposed by the entire extended family of his adoptive parents.

"What do I do, Dek?" ask Ara in despair.

"Teteh persuades mom and dad, dong," Atar suggested.

"Take the road, yuk!" take Ara along and start stepping back. Akhza walked by his side, both of them stepping in rhythm.

"I'm helping you talk, am I going to mom?" Atar asked for Ara's opinion.

"No, deck. It's too late, too," Ara smiled wryly.

Free to protest at the moment. Everything is perfectly designed. Tonight, ba'da isya Sakaf family who is none other than the son of a friend of his adoptive father will come to propose officially.

"Do you want to run away?"

"Don't be weird, deck. I don't want to disappoint my mom."

Atar was out of words, he just looked sad at his brother. For Atar, Ara is her best sister. Although not born from the same womb, but he loved Ara very much.

The two had already arrived in front of the cafe that belonged to their parents. It's been neatly parked black sedan which is already very Ara and Atar know who the owner is.

"Home home yet, Tea?"

"Yes, it's like, Deck."

Ara and Atar rushed into the house by the side road next to the cafe. The bustling cafe situation that afternoon became a beautiful sight for Ara. Tucked thanks in his heart because the efforts of his parents are increasingly successful.

Fractured steps Ara and Atar when going to enter the main door that is not closed. From inside there was a sound of chatter and a simple laugh.

Ara and Atar knew the voices. The two looked at each other and smiled happily. Obviously, it has long felt not to meet their two twin brothers who have the opposite attitude.

"Assalamu'allaikum ..." kompak both say hello.

Earth, the Mother is the most welcoming of both.

"Eh, how can you go with gini?" ask Earth whose hands are being kissed by Atar and Ara alternately.

"Not accidentally met on the road, Bun," replied Ara. He turned to greet Akash, his father who, despite his old age, still looks gallant.

"Fifteen minutes later, what's the first thing?" ask Akash. He was very strict in guarding Ara.

"So good talk, Dad." Atar addressed his father's concerns.

Now Ara's view turned to her two brothers. Akhza and Aro were looking at him. Both sit side by side. At first glance it is very similar even with makeup and different clothing styles.

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