The Sky for Ara

Stay away from the Opium

Arriving at the hoodlum, Ara immediately made an order while Aro immediately sat on a red plastic chair facing a long table. "Two yes, Mang. One is complete, the other is half peel, many years, do not use the same toge later the spice in the banyakin and fried onions are also manyin yes, Mang!" pinta Ara made the seller frown deeply.

Aro who heard that immediately laughed, where to memorize the seller when the order Ara strange like that. Finally, Aro got up and approached Ara who was still standing near the wagon with the salesman cutting the peel and putting it on a white plate.

"You know, if you're speaking simply, the prodigy thinks what you said?" Aro hit Ara's forehead with his phone.

"Mas Ar, you prick!" his jolt as it passed, choosing to sit sweetly and wait for the order.

"What did he say just now?" Aro whispered to the seller.

"No. I want to ask for fear of speaking at length again," said the seller, if Ara heard it all over he must be nagging.

"Yes, make him peel it two, four years, seasoning the same fried onion a lot," explained Aro while patting the seller's shoulder.

"Well, if the talk is slow so I understand," said the seller while sliding the plate containing the tofu Aro ready.

"Well, get to the table!" tell Aro to lift the plate, but it is prevented by the seller.

"This payment is different, Mas!" he said pointing to the plate Ara ordered.

"If I need to buy the same car, Mang!" aro's arrogant soul began to come out, he barked while hitting the wagon slowly so as not to hear Ara.

The seller slipped into Aro's face, he narrowed his eyes and returned to the previous activity of pouring seasoning on the plate Ara order. As if remembering something, the seller again looked at the new Aro about to step up.

"Mahija Aro, huh? artist right?" guess it.

Aro shook his head, "No, wrong person."

"Cook, anyway? but the face of the congruent was similar," the seller again probed Aro's face. Luckily the surrounding situation is quiet, so Aro can be free without wearing a mask and glasses.

"Udah, man, Mang. This is so, right?" Aro pointed at the plate Ara ordered while taking it.

He left the seller and his cart speechless. Letting the skinny man with the sunburned black skin gawk.

"Now, got you," Aro put a plate that has the most seasoning and fried onions.

"Is this not wrong?" asked Ara astonished to see the contents of her plate full.

"What's wrong?" Aro pretended not to know what awkwardness was on the plate.

"It's a lot, Mom!" exclaims Ara while pushing her plate into the middle of the table until it collides with Aro's plate. "I can't afford to eat that much" he lamented, folding both hands on his chest and pursing his lips.

"You know, Ra ... just eat, we need a lot of energy to clean your house!" aro firmly while moving.

He carried his chair around the table, and then kept it right on the edge of the chair that Ara occupied. Aro leaned over while tapping the table with his fingers.

"You want me ...."

"Yes, I ate it!" Ara who did not want Aro to continue her sentence, immediately shifted Aro's chair away from her chair. Ara pulled back her plate and started picking up the spoon tucked away in the middle of the table in a small, blue basket.

"Udah, there!" ara's jolt as Aro stood still watching her.

"No way, want to sit here so you can monitor you," argued Aro while taking his plate and then sit down.

Both of them no longer talk, preferring to focus on what they eat. Aro glanced at Ara who seemed to have difficulty finishing her food. He finished his meal himself. Aro took a moment to leave the place, not saying where to go to Ara. Ara herself refused to ask.

"This must be the work of him who added his coup," murmured Ara after Aro left. Wanting not to spend dear, but his habit of eating a little, it is very difficult to spend I know it.

Until Aro returns, Ara can only finish her food activities even with a stomach that feels full. Seen from his hand holding a pack of cigarettes, Aro seemed to run out of the stall.

"Mas, grim smoking," Ara protested as the man returned to his seat, but a short distance away from Ara.

"Asem, you know!" sahut Aro while exhaling cigarette smoke into the air.

"Not good, Mum!" ara's advice, but only answered a small smile by Aro.

"Anyway!"

"Mas, if filming can not, do not have a profanity scene?" Ara very carefully said it, she lowered her voice.

"Emang why?" ask Aro relax.

"Have you thought about Mas, how do you feel when you see that kayak scene?"

"They've been quiet all this time," Aro re-ignited his second cigarette, very quickly he smoked an object that could cause damage to the lungs.

"They were silent because they didn't want the debate to continue, Mas," told Ara her hand was raised to tidy up Aro's hair covering the man's eyes.

"Mas, go home, Mas. We all love you the same. We can still find other sustenance without having to violate the rules of our religion."

"Why are you suddenly talking gini, anyway?" aro asked in surprise, usually Ara did not comment much.

"Cici who told me, he was taught to use drugs with the crew on the set right?" urged Ara who indeed heard all the ugliness of Aro from Cici.

"Such an Ember, Frea!" it means hitting the table.

"It's not Cici who's the bucket, I asked," Ara argued.

"When did you ask him?" Aro started to cultivate anger.

"Every night, before Mas comes," said Ara carefully.

"Why are you wondering about me as her? you can ask me directly!" aro Sent.

"What if I ask you directly, would you be honest?" reply Ara.

Aro was silent, he felt that Ara's words had a point. He could not tell all his bad things to his family. He felt too far away from the Creator. His life made him lulled by neglect and stupidity with his obligations as a Muslim.

Having religious parents and family does not necessarily make it join in the same path. He was too late with his professional friends. It is still salat, but always late even accidentally missed.

"Mas, I'm so sorry. I love you, I don't want to go too far. Fathers and mothers do not want to continue to bring up because they do not want to argue with you. But, I know they're worried about you" Ara changed her seat to face Aro. He returned to his hair. His bowed head made his hair again cover Aro's beautiful eyes, Ara to pull the chin so that Aro raised the kepalanga.

"Sorry, but I want you back. Think of it as saying this Mother," said Ara with a soft look made Aro melt.

Aro's hand immediately caught Ara's hand still on her chin, again falling into a trap, thought Ara who cursed her stupidity for touching the chin of the man in front of her.

"You want me to make everything go away?" pinta Aro, his hand is now holding Ara's hand. Ara tried to pull his hand, but again could not. Always so, just keep getting into the trap he set himself.

"You, Ra?" his insistence made Ara shake her head and certainly ignited Aro's anger.

Aro threw Ara's hand, of course he was disappointed. Aro re-ignites the cigarette. His heart fostered prejudice, was it as bad as he was until Ara rejected it?

Ara moved, leaving Aro who was still engrossed in smoking.He felt he had to return home immediately, had left Vanya too long. Twenty thousand dollars were dropped and handed over to the seller.

"Less, Neng," said the seller, Ara frowned.

"Price rising?" ask Ara.

"Less than five thousand, it will have the Neng kupatnya added," explained the seller made Ara rounded her eyes and looked sharply at Aro who was still relaxed smoking his cigarette.

Ara again reached into the pocket on the edge of her game, exactly. Five thousand bills he took. He handed it to the seller and thanked him. Then Ara immediately resigned and returned to Aro.

In front of Aro, Ara stood up. Ara's hand was raised to snatch the cigarette that Aro was smoking while saying, "if I want to cementin, stop cementing this same item. I just got themin."

Ara threw away any remaining half of the cigarette then purposely stepped on it, disintegrating it.

"One more thing, don't like me at all," said he then left without waiting for Aro who gawked to notice his departure.

Aro himself was like a bewitch, he immediately put away the cigarette pack and the match in front of him. Is it true that Ara will accompany him if he can be far from the object that even makes him opium?