The Sky for Ara

Because of Painkis

Ara again had a debate with her mother who did not intend to sell the house and moved in with her. Of course with the record Vanya must turn into a Muslim. The debate has not found a bright spot, Vanya is still reluctant to agree to Ara's plan.

Ba'da isya, Ara decided to just go home to her mother's house. He sent a message to Atar. According to Atar's information, they were back this afternoon.

Just closing the high gate whose paint color has faded, Ara is surprised by the arrival of Atar who rides a motorcycle. The young man of that age deliberately picked up Ara.

"Neng's object?" seloroh Atar's.

"How many gangs, Mang?" reply Ara

"Goban, Neng."

"Nothing's more expensive, Mang?" tawdar Ara's.

"Ah, ah Tet. Come aboard!" tell Atar to hand over the helmet to Ara.

Atar began to drive his motorbike, out of the Vanya housing complex which had many dogs in it. The streets are never deserted even though the day is no longer bright. The night sky is not a barrier to keep looking for sustenance. Along the way the tent food vendors installed neatly.

"Teh, you want a snack?" atar shouted so that his voice could be heard clearly.

"The buyer bought a cake first, if there is a martabak stop first," Ara shouted back so that Atar could hear it.

Not until five minutes, Atar had found a martabak who also sold cookies. He pulled the bike over and Ara got off. From afar Ara knew the back of someone who was also waiting in line. Either buy a painting or martabak.

"Sakaf's sister?" ara's greeting wasn't sure because the man was facing the seller.

"Pregnant?" Sakaf asked back, not expecting to meet at a martabak like this.

"Remain here? where's abis going? where you going? alone?" a series of questions Ara makes Sakaf confused to answer it.

Instead of answering, Sakaf instead floated a white crackle pack onto Ara's face. " Buy a painting for Salasika Arabella."

"Make me?" Ara pointed at herself.

"But go home!" invite Sakaf to pass by without waiting for Ara who still feels confused. "You go first, your brother will be with me" Sakaf told Atar.

"Ra, come on!" sakaf's shout made Ara wake up from her daydream. He immediately turned around and headed towards Sakaf who had opened the car door for him. Before boarding, Ara had talked to Atar to go home soon too.

Sakaf immediately props up his car after Ara tidies her seat. "Why? don't like coming home with me?" guess Sakaf for the sake of catching the worry in Ara's face.

Ara smiled, then shook her head. "I'm just surprised, Brother is so hard to connect. Suddenly nongol before the eyes. At the cake maker's painting again. How do I know I like painting?"

"I asked your parents" Sakaf replied briefly making Ara pout her lips.

The next second there was no more talk between the two until the Sakaf monil entered the crowded Cafe courtyard. Ara invited Sakaf to enter through the side. Down the steps of the stairs, which on the handle hung a pot containing strawberry plants. Some bear fruit with a rudimentary red color. If it was red, Ara would have picked it.

"Why, Brother?" tanya Ara stopped her steps.

"Yesterday it seems like this pond does not exist yet," pointed Sakaf at the pond containing Akash's favorite koi fish.

"There, Brother. It's even been there since I was born" explained Ara as she pointed at the pool.

Sakaf frowned deeply, "Cooking anyway?" he asked as if in disbelief.

"Eat him, so the person must be sensitive and care about what is found. Don't you also forget who I am? or to say, who you are, my feelings just seen," said Ara while imitating Sakaf's speech at the end of his sentence.

"It's not funny at all, don't be kidding!" sakaf replied ketus while entering first into the house and heard the voice of the Earth that greeted him.

"It's not funny at all, don't be joking," murmured Ara mimicking Sakaf's sentence. "Too serious also make tense veins," he continued, while entering the house and found Sakaf who was sitting in the living room with his parents.

After greeting her parents, Ara immediately went to the kitchen carrying a packet of painted cakes for her to move to the plate. Ara also makes fresh warm tea as its drink. He deliberately did not give sugar because the cake was sweet. "What's sweet when you meet the sweet taste so bland," murmured Ara while putting a plate containing a cake and four cups of fresh tea water on the tray and immediately bring it to the living room.

In the living room, Ara placed the treat on the table carefully. He who is trained since childhood to do things like that, his movements are very neat and neat. Ara managed to put the dishes and cups onto the table with a faint, almost inaudible voice. Earth often reminds, it is not polite when serving guests glasses or dishes that we put too cause a noise. Ara always remembered that.

"Please enjoy," said Ara while putting a tray under the table and sitting on a single sofa.

Bumi and Akash sit together on a long sofa, and Sakaf sits alone on another single sofa opposite the one that Ara is sitting on.

"How are your parents?" tanya Akash started the conversation.

"Alhamdullillah, fine. Only enin is not good," replied Sakaf.

"Enin's? aunt Zein means that?" guess Akash.

"Yes, Om. Enin is very ill. A month ago I was admitted to the hospital, there were no good results. Now Enin forced me to go home. It makes the mother forced to stay in Bandung for some time until the enin healed maybe," explained Sakaf and made Ara agape because only this time heard the man talk at length.

"Om do not know if you are sick, Om will go there to look," said Akash who is also embraced by Earth.

Ara herself did not quite memorize who enin was meant to be. She chose to quietly listen to the chat of both parents and her future husband. His eyes were more attracted to the very tempting painting cake. There are pandan and vanilla flavors with chocolate, cheese and raisin topping variants. It was already imagined how soft and sweet it was when the extremely fragrant cake was chewed.

"For that I also said, that my marriage and Ara were forced to be postponed, Om, Aunt," explained Sakaf made Akash and Earth look at each other. While Ara who was not so listening to the chat because the focus was only on the cake painter did not hear what was said by Sakaf.

"Ra, how?" reprimand Akash turned to Ara who was more fun to pay attention to the cookies.

"It must be good, Dad. I want it right now, can it?" ara said without knowing the meaning of her father's question.

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