The Sky for Ara

Respiratory

Aro continued to blame Omar until they got home. He really did not think, why in this project until the miscellaneous about his co-star.

"Know gini, from the beginning I did not take this film," complained Aro once he reached his home.

Omar did not dare to chim in, he took the initiative to start a cigarette and give it to Aro. He knows, the artist if angry just for a moment. Like chili firecrackers, so ignited immediately exploded. Soon enough, it will be quiet again.

Aro gladly received a cigarette from Omar. Not only cigarettes, Omar also took a canned soft drink from the refrigerator for Aro. He deliberately stick the can first on Aro's cheek, hoping that the chili firecracker will soon be peaceful and silent. The estimation was wrong, Aro instead parried his hand to make the can be thrown and of course spilled some of its contents. Fouled the floor with its red color.

Omar immediately ran into the kitchen. Take a mop and immediately clean the red liquid. He gets a little scared, usually Aro is not like this. He was like a chili firecracker, but not this rough either.

Aro grazed his mane, repeatedly beating his own head. His mind is completely fucked. She asks Ara to stay away from Akhza, but she herself will be close to Rea, her former lover.

All her family knew who Rea was, including Ara. Aro didn't want to make Ara misunderstand. He wanted to explain first to Ara, but felt his own prestige. What if Ara's big head? he thought.

Omar who was finished with his activities, glanced at Aro's face. He caught the worry there. Omar glanced at the clock that was coiling on his wrist. He decided to contact someone, maybe it could help ease Aro's heartbreak.

***

The new room felt very foreign to Ara. Not a small and very simple form, but the void created there. The ceiling looks yellow, the wall paint that peels a lot here and there. Even that room had no special bathroom. Unlike his room in the big and luxurious Earth house.

Ara's half-sleep completed her Surah Al-Kahf reading. He immediately got up from the prayer mat and walked towards the small table beside his bed to put the mushaf. His eyes glanced at the baner who was still lying on the floor from noon, after that he spoke to Akhza. Ara did not intend to move it, she chose to take off her face and fold it and roll it with the prayer mat. After that he put it at the end of the bed, so that it is not difficult again later when going to pray at night.

Just about to break down, the cell phone he still had placed in a small bag hung behind the door rang, a sign of an incoming call.

Half-lazy he walked towards the door, a small snort because upset who would dare disturb him these nights?

"A Omar?" ask yourself and answer that call.

"Assallamu'alaikum, brother ...."

"Waalaikum greetings, Madam Midwife. What again?"

"It's sleep again, but this is a patient who wants to be born. How many minutes does it take, Mom?"

"Ara, you think I'm a mother-mom!"

Ara laughed at Omar's response, her sleepiness suddenly evaporating. He chose to sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed while hugging the bolster.

"Not sleeping yet? who's home?"

"You're sleeping on Omar's phone, so it's annoying. Why is there anyone, want a population census?"

"Aah, just answered doang, Ra. Who is it?"

"Nobody, I'm the same mom. Mother same others have come home from the afternoon."

"If brother?"

"Abang was not long after Mas Ar left, also went. He said go back to Jidda's house."

"Within' back, don't you know what?"

The earth barked, already irritated because his sleep was disturbed. Now plus the mouth of Omar who asked many times about the same thing.

"Udah, yes brother. I'm so sleepy."

"Yes, have a nice dream beauty. Sweet dreams." - sweet dreams."

After the call was cut off, Ara broke down. He actually wanted to ask about Aro to Omar, but stopped because he felt for what to ask?

Ara just let her phone out of her grip. The sleepiness is back on the attack. His eyes slowly closed, inviting himself to immediately late knitting a dream. Sent by the accompaniment of the do'a and the lips that still soften the call of God, Ara ended her very tiring day.

***

"Compassionate lo!" omar joked at Aro who was smiling.

"What satisfaction?" Aro pretended not to know what Omar meant.

"Abang lo not there, you denger yourself did Upil lo say what just now?" this time Omar to menoyor Aro's head, making his front hair cover the eyes.

Aro did not reply, his fear of Ara being approached by Akhza suddenly evaporated. He felt relief in his heart, feeling calm turned out that the prejudice he had fostered earlier had no point.

After that Aro immediately packed up, he put in a few pieces of clothes. For the costume filming needs are usually provided, although he is actually more comfortable wearing his own.

Her lips were endlessly smiling, just when she was with Rea her heart was not this happy. This time, On Ara it feels different. The feeling like it continues to grow every time without knowing when it started. It was difficult to explain by the sentence, yet it was so beautiful that it filled the space of her heart.

Aro accidentally touched the prayer mat and fabric that folded into one in the bottom cupboard. It has long been felt he did not use the two objects that are always diwanti mother so that he took her wherever he went. He hesitated to put it in the suitcase of the two objects.

Aro is salat, but always perfunctory. Just doing worship that actually becomes the religion of the place alone. Whether from when he stepped away from the Creator, he just thought his provision just flowed profusely and even overflowed, that means God is still dear is not it?

After making sure all his needs had gone into the suitcase, Aro placed it near the door. On top of the suitcase he put a mask, glasses and hat so that tomorrow morning does not bother looking.

The time has shown at 01:30, Omar has even fallen asleep since then. His sump body controlled Aro's bed, making the owner forced to sleep on the living room sofa.

Before actually falling asleep, Aro opened his phone. Search for a gallery where you can save photos. He remembered, still saving photos of his childhood with Ara. Ara who is always cheerful, all the photos show her smiling.

"It's terrible that I was with you, Ra. This beautiful thing I call Upil?" he murmured when he saw a photo of Ara in the present who was embracing each other and sticking cheeks with his mother.

Aro fell asleep with the phone still in his grasp. He forgot one thing, the issue was missed.

.

.

Our prayers must not be missed, brother!