The Sky for Ara

Not Cans

The rebuke of the seller tofu made Aro realize that he had long enough daydreamed since the departure of Ara. He immediately started without caring about his cigarette. Ara's words had really made her heart goosebump.

While Ara herself had arrived at her already more crowded house. "Mother ...!" call him to Earth.

The earth that was sweeping on the terrace certainly greeted him with a hug.

"Where's the beautiful Mother from?" The earth broke into a hug, "the people on nanyain, all Mothers told me to come here to help get things done." Bumi pointed to one by one Cafe workers who were busy with their respective activities.

"Thank you, Mother Dear." Ara hugged Earth again and gave her a kiss on her right and left cheek.

"Eh, not answered. Where are you from?"

"Eat I know the same, Mas Ar," replied Ara, a little bad because it did not bring home to know.

"Where's the point?" The earth is searching for the whereabouts of his son.

Ara was a little confused as to what, He felt, now the position of himself and Aro was not like sister brother. He felt Aro being too weird, he felt Aro was sweeter towards him.

"So I went first, Mas might still be there," explained Ara without daring to tell her what really happened.

"Yes, you go to the room! you brought your things."

Ara immediately went into the house, it seemed the house was getting cleaner and the musty smell was gone. Replaced with a fresh aroma that invokes his sense of smell. He said one by one some Cafe employees who were in the living room with Vanya, were cleaning the furniture.

After having a little chat with Vanya, Ara decided to go into her unclosed room. There were Akhza and Omar. After saying a greeting, Ara greeted the two men.

"Where is it, Ra?" ask Omar who is always with his trademark, knee-length pants, short t-shirts and hats in the style of hip hop children.

"There was, I went home first," Ara told me while interested in seeing a new wardrobe.

"This is new, huh, Bang?"

"Yes, don't you like it? the word that sells is the latest model," explained Akhza also standing next to Ara.

Meanwhile, Omar chose to leave the room, because the director had kept calling asking for Aro's whereabouts. It could be that Aro forgot today there was a morning shoot.

"It shouldn't be buying new, it's dad buying it, huh?" guess Ara.

"Who else, I haven't worked. Not yet have a big income," said Akhza made Ara smile.

"Ra, I just found this under your bed," Akhza showed the banner he had found while tidying up Ara's belongings.

"Oh, that. I'd like to follow in the footsteps of Aunt Celyn, Bang."

"Gadain the group of teenagers with anti-facing voice?" guess Akhza and is possessed by Ara.

Ara had long wanted to create a society like the one that Cellyn had made. It's just that he still hasn't found the right time. Ligar is the only friend he has, even refused to join because he himself has a lover.

"There are members? ask Atar for help, Ra. Let him bring his friends," suggested Akhza.

"Oh yes, Bang. I'm just thinking now, huh?"

"Yes, it fits well for Atar's friends who like kayak gini things. Later you will be the one who nyampein his material. Occasionally may invite famous Ustazah, but there must be a fee."

"I actually have a group, just a group chat, Bang."

Ara has been forming a chat group for about two months that contains teenage girls. Average still First Middle School. One of the members is the daughter of Cellyn herself. It's just that they haven't had a meeting, so far motivating each other through messages only. Among all of them was indeed the most poured Ara. He was always made a place to complain about his sisters.

"Are there a lot of members?" tanya Akhza while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"About 30 people, Bang. And still do not memorize his face as well, the plan next month I want to make the gathering here," explained Ara who was still standing facing the closet, without turning to Akhza.

"I'm proud of you, so diligent in spreading kindness" praised Akhza.

Ara's long words made Akhza full, he did not think that his sister was storing the old wound very deeply. It was still clear in memory of Ara being insulted and made fun of by her friends during First High School. They yelled at Ara, saying she did not deserve to go to an Islamic school.

Not without reason, at that time Ara was made fun of. She is indeed beautiful a lot to make the opposite sex interested. Until there were some students who expressed love, but of course Ara rejected it. Maybe because of heartache, the student spread Ara's disgrace to brainwash his friends to come attack Ara.

"The good will remain a good even as big as a seed, right, Bang?"

"So far, a lot of people are just racing to get to the world. How to get a happy life later. However, very rarely do we notice people racing in terms of the afterlife. Few people who have the grace of God may be aware of this." Akhza began to quote Ustaz sentences that he often followed his studies.

"Try to pay attention to how people are more fond of memorizing various songs rather than memorizing the Qur’an Al Karim. Even more happy to be number one in terms of development, what songs are memorized, than to be number one in memorizing Kalamullah."

"I'm proud of you, keep fighting, Ra. Until they realized, that Salasika Arabella, not cans," recalls Akhza at the end of his sentence, making Ara who had actually cultivated tears even so laugh.

"So you support what I want to do?" asked Ara, she actually knew whose sentence Akhza had just spoken.

"God tells us to compete in goodness, what you want to do is certainly a noble intention. Go on, Ra." Aro encouraged Ara to make sure to form an anti-dating community

"Thank you, Bang. I love you, brother."

Right at the Ara part saying that sentence, someone just walked in while pulling Ara's wrist. It was so tight, that it made Ara in pain.

"Mas, sick!" Ara tried to release the hand that Aro was still holding.

"Why are you leaving me?" tanya Ari is full of emphasis. His heart is jealous. "How do I keep getting kidnapped?"

"The evidence isn't stray? and not kidnapped either!" ara's jolt because her wrist is getting sore.

"Denger, I'm going to go shoot. You do not hold the same brother, or ...."

"Please dong, Mas!" Akhza who was furious saw Aro's behavior moved from his seat.

While not wanting to make her two brothers quarrel, Ara chose to pretend to be comfortable with her situation.

"It's okay, Bang. Just stop, Bang. I take Mas to the bathroom first," Ara lied while stepping to make Aro step along.

Before actually going any further, Aro whispered to Akhza. "Gue doesn't want to give up on Ara."

"Dirt, hunt!" Ara further accelerated the pace when she felt Aro was not stepping.

"Yes, baffles!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Ara's neck, but Ara quickly distanced herself and threatened with a plot.

They arrive in the backyard, not spacious but clean enough.

"Why is it that my face hurts my hands?" ara protested while rubbing her flushed wrists.

"Seriously sick, Ra?" look Aro was about to hold that wrist.

"Not hold on!" Ara brushed aside Aro's hand violently.

"Davenger, Ra. I don't have much time to talk. So once I say you have to understand, I want to shoot. A week to Jogja, you don't hold the same grandkids, ok?"

"Why can't there be a second?"

"No, don't worry me."

"What's wrong, Mom?" urged Ara, but Aro instead passed by leaving her with only a slanted smile. He ran into the house. Return to say goodbye to both parents and also to the people who were there. While Ara just fell silent without catching up with Aro who had driven his car with Omar.

"Jogja? a week?"

"Mass ...!"

When conscious, Aro just no longer exists. He had already left, without a clear goodbye to Ara.