The Sky for Ara
Why Do I Sick This?
After the dawn prayer, Ara began to panic. He wanted to just send a message to Aro, but it was difficult. Repeatedly typing a message, but then deleted again. He who was still wearing a mukena, walked back and forth in his room while holding a mobile phone.
Occasionally pensive, stringing words in the brain then typed on the screen of his phone. His eyes squinted, read the message, then glanced. Back pacing, the phone he tapped to the forehead, one hand ruffled the waist.
Tired of pacing back and forth, Ara chose to open the window of the room and stood facing out. The sky was still dark, but the birds chirped. It's been almost 30 minutes like that. His finger re-typed the message.this time it should be so, so determined.
After the message was sent, Ara immediately put her phone into the closet. Because, he was ashamed of himself when reading the contents of the message he sent. He chose to leave the room to make breakfast and met Vanya.
***
Aro was prepared, without a shower of course. I don't know, the man doesn't like dirty, but himself rarely takes a shower.
"Lo mah did not take a shower nor did he look cool, Ar," praised Omar who was drying his hair using a small towel.
Aro who was flipping shoes just smiled obliquely. Last night, he couldn't sleep well. An uncomfortable place and an unsettled mind are the causes.
"How does it feel to see an ex?"omar Goda.
Aro snorted, his hands raised about to punch Omar but the vibration of the phone on his pants pocket made him obsolete by his intentions. Omar himself chose to go to Aro's room to change clothes immediately.
Aro rounded his eyes while reading a message that the sender still named Upil.
[Assallamu'alaikun, Ma. Careful, yeah. I'm waiting for your return. Don't forget the prayer!]
He blinked his eyes, again reading the message. It hasn't changed, it remains the same. Her heart is flowering, Ara can be that sweet. He started typing replies, of course it should be sweeter.
[Wa'alaikumsalam, Ra. Pray for me yes, good luck and go home soon. Don't go far, Ra!]
Aro put the phone back in his pants pocket, his appearance was neat. Glasses, masks, hats and wearing only short-sleeved black shirts. Along with Aro who stood up, Omar came out of Aro's room with the scent of perfume that instantly burst forth.
"Kayak a virgin, lo!" aro shouted as he closed his nose. The excessive aroma of perfume actually makes it unpleasant when inhaled.
"Whisper!" reply Omar, "we've been waiting for this, by the way, the Rea's troubling bro."
Aro lazily responded to Omar's babble. He really didn't want to be stuck with Rea for much longer. The two were once considered as the favorite couple. Every event is always together. Their film sold well until it was watched by 6 million people. Rea's betrayal left Aro unable to remain next to Rea. Until now, he was fed up with remembering his past memories.
"Kneel!" Omar shouted while patting Aro on the shoulder and then stepped up.
One of the airports owned by Mother Earth is their destination. According to the information found by Omar, only he and Aro who have not arrived at the airport.
The two quickly stepped out of the house, this time Omar was driving the car. The morning streets were still a little quiet, making Omar freely split the streets at high speed. Compared to Aro, Omar is more shrewd and gentle driving a car. Despite the speed, he knew the rules.
After a short time, the two arrived at one of the airports. Sure enough, there the director and crew were waiting for Aro's arrival. A woman with brown shoulder-length hair was seen striking among the male-dominated crew.
The woman was Rea, a tall stature filled with white skin and clearly groomed. His face is almost without stains even though only thin makeup.
Aro and Omar immediately apologized for the delay, even though the flight was still 20 minutes away.
"How's it going, Ar?" Rea greeted Aro first.
Aro nodded, "Well," she replied briefly without a smile.
"Omar, how are you?" Rea hugged Omar, both kissed the left cheek and kissed the right cheek made Aro snort annoyed.
"Alhamdullillah, yes Ar, we are one more project after a long time did not meet," said Rea while trying to hug Aro, but Aro dismissed it.
"So look at your attitude, Re!" firmly Aro slowly, but directly pierced Rea's heart. The sharp highlight with the index finger raised was enough to prove that Aro did not like Rea to behave like that.
A few minutes later, their plane was ready. Everything moves on to leave immediately. Aro deliberately walked the back. In addition to reading the messages, he also avoided being adjacent to Rea. He used to adore her, but now another story.
***
By boarding one of the leading airlines, right at 08.10 they arrived at one of the airports in Jogja City. Their arrival was welcomed by many fans and news reporters from both print and online media.
"Ar, you hold Rea's hand, pretend Ar!" the Producer's word, of course, makes Aro emotional. He liked to make such a setting the least.
Suddenly Rea herself was pampered in Aro's arms, and, he could-can whisper say that this is part of the acting and Aro just silence if not want to be labeled as a rude man by his fans who the number of beat the congregation jidda. They do not know what kind of person he adored and embraced it. Only the sin-maker whose disgrace is being shut down by God.
"Ar, I love you ...!"
"Ar, look here, Ar ...!"
"Ar, what a handsome guy?"
The screams of the fans were so ear-breaking, coupled with news reporters who suddenly blocked his steps and gave him questions.
"Are you guys CLBK?"
"So you're being together again?"
"Where did Mrs Rea look?"
"You always seem to fit in."
Aro was already very upset, wanted to rebel but impossible. He was only worried that if this was broadcast on television the whole family could know, including Ara.
Aro immediately asked to quickly leave the airport, he was already eager to contact Ara. Unfortunately, according to their agenda held a friendly meeting with fans and news reporters for the next few minutes.
It felt like his face was always smiling. Rea himself seemed to deliberately take the opportunity. He did not for a second break away from Aro's arm. It feels like Aro just wants to throw the woman's body. He smiled at the camera and replied as news reporters asked about the relationship between the two. Rea gave an answer as if they had indeed re-created love.
***
"Artist Mahija Aro is back in love with her ex, Rea Annggraini. This morning the group of the cast of the film Love Bersemi Bersemi Bersadi Kembali returned to Jogja to shoot. Seemed Aro, as soon as the man born in Bogor 22 years ago was accosted, seen joining with his own co-star who had become his lover during High School. Both look harmonious with the color of matching clothes. One looks pretty and the other looks cool."
The voice of the reporter of a television station that Vanya was watching was so painful in the ear of Ara who was making breakfast in the kitchen. The knife he used to cut the onion just slipped out of his grasp. His heart was instantly shattered hearing the news. Her tear embankment collapsed while the next voice came back.
"*So this is officially reversed in accordance with the title of the film?"
"We'll see, brother. Aren't you, Ar*?"
Ara no longer tastes cooking. His heart was so claustrophobic, many times he beat his own chest hoping the claustrophobic would leave immediately. Ara went to the bathroom, opened the tap water.let it flow even though the bucket was full.
It felt like just yesterday he thought that Aro also liked him, but why today he was surprised by another reality. Ara crouched down and leaned against the door leaf. He spills all the stuff by crying so silently.
His chest rose and fell in rhythm with his sedu sedan, repeatedly wiping tears with the tip of his hijab. His throat was stiff, very painful as he tried to swallow his own saliva.
O Lord, does loving one of Your servants feel this painful? Cuddle me, O Rabb, take away every taste for him. Let only You give me the greatest of my love
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