The Sky for Ara

Don't Forget Salat, Mas

Filming the second day Aro asked to be done quickly, according to the Director if the two stars were professional like yesterday, it could be ascertained the day after they could return to the Capital. One morning after breakfast, Aro and Omar were already preparing to go to the location.

"Lo don't shower, Ar?" tanya Omar nudged the shoulder of Aro who was walking beside her.

"Not to talk about it!" aro jolt, his voice was blocked by the mask he was wearing.

"Like a pussy, bathing is rare. You do not want there is a hadith that sounds gini 'anna uhibbuka fillah' actually cleanliness is part of the faith."

Sontak Aro stopped his steps while kicking Omar's butt hard, making the man who that day wore a pulkadot-patterned sock that covered half his calf complain of pain.

"Lo tuh oon really!" umpat Aro clucked in annoyance.

"Lo who does not know himself, cleanliness will not be taken care of especially later Ara?" ledek Omar makes Aro can no longer resist punching his stomach.

"The real Anna dhafatul Minal Iman, not the one you mentioned!" Aro was so furious that he took Omar's hat and threw it far ahead.

"Shame on you!" firmly Aro while stepping back without caring for Omar who was holding his stomach that felt nauseous due to being stabbed Aro.

"Well keep anna uhibopen fillah that means, what?" muttered Omar while running to take his hat, "my eight hundred thousand hat," he said as he rubbed his favorite hat, then immediately followed Aro's steps.

***

Ara is busy changing the fabric of the former cat she just found out is a British Shorthair cat. The type of cat that is not too active to move, so that makes it have a fat body.

The cat's mother meowed, her eyes like they were about to cry.

"Why you?" Ara rubbed the cat's head.

With a soft voice again the cat meows while moving his head to the palm of Ara's hand. His three children are still busy breastfeeding, while moving around a little. Adorable and adorable.

"I forgot!" Ara patted her own eel.

"Your legs are a wound, aren't they?" Ara touched one of the ash-coloured cat's legs, "i'll take the medicine box, one second!" exclaiming Ara.

She ran to the room and picked up the P3K box that was stored on her dresser. He pegged for a moment his face in the mirror, "Circular my eyes are a great item," he muttered, then ran back to the kitchen.

"You hold it a little, yeah. It's going to hurt a lot" he said so gently rubbing the cat's wound with a wet tissue.

The cat meowed softly, his other leg being moved.

"It's just wet wipes, it's sore, huh?" Ara gently rubbed the cat's head, hopefully giving him some peace.

"This is more painful, I want to wash with alcohol" said ara as she placed the injured cat's foot on the palm of her hand which she covered with a soft cloth.

"Bissmillahirahmanirahiim."

"Allohumma Sholli ‘ala sayyidinaa muhammadin thibbil qulubi wa dawa ihaa wa ‘afiyatil abdaani wa syifaa iha wa nuuril abshoori wa dhiyaa iha wa ‘alaa aalhi wa shohbihi wa sallim"

After reading the sholawat thibbil qulubi, Ara poured 70 percent alcohol on the injured cat's leg. The cat suddenly meowed loudly while twitching his legs that Ara was holding.

"Patience, I told you it hurt a little" Ara stroked the cat's head. This time he played the necklace owned by the cat until the clanking sound made him laugh himself.

"Well, now use antiseptic first, God willing, it will heal quickly."

Ara put a few drops of the deep red liquid over the cat's wound and blew on it slowly.

"Patience, yes, if we are sick it means that God loves us again," said Ara then slowly put the cat's legs back to where they were.

He then moved from the kitchen, tidying up the cloth of the cat's former body. Ara put it in black plastic and put it in front of the house. Usually, there will be a janitor who transports garbage.

Ara returned to her room, looking back at her phone. I don't know what he expected from seeing the message, a reply from Aro?

"I can't believe it" he murmured as he picked up the banner that was still lying on the floor like yesterday.

Ara opened the banner then read the after-goals of what was written there. "This is quite a reference for me not to go too deep into the same feelings mas Ar."

***

"Cuts! good Ar ...!" the director shouted while pointing two thumbs at Ara.

"You're really passionate about Ar when the scene ki*** was," Rea said when Aro was just about to step up.

"You enjoyed it too, right?" investigate Rea while holding Aro's arm, but the man with the chin immediately brushed him off.

"Gue's just trying to be professional!" resolutely Aro highlighted Rea with a sharp gaze. The one who was stared at even laughed mockingly.

"I'm still good, aren't I Ar?" guess Rea, his hand was raised to hold Aro's chin, but again Aro brushed it off.

"You forgot how we were?" Rea again teases Aro.

"It's not like you're used to it, it's not just me, right? you think I don't know what you're doing behind my back?" Aro began to be unable to contain his anger towards Rea. The girl acted pretentious in front of him even though he played back with his male friends.

"I think so because you are busy, you want your career more than me," said Rea gave reasons to Aro for all his mistakes.

"Lo if you sleep, not even drink coffee. It's also with relationships, you if not comfortable, honest, not even cheating!" firmly Aro then passed leaving Rea who was being overwhelmed with regrets.

Aro had completely forgotten about it, he had already swept away Rea's name in his heart. There was not the slightest taste for Rea that he had once adored. It was all over between him and Rea.

Aro stomped his feet toward Omar who was talking over the phone. Aro looked at him full of probes, who Omar called until the man laughed happily.

Aro took the cigarette in his bag, he quickly lit the cigarette and sucked it in. His frustration with Rea was growing. He only hoped that filming could be completed today as well.

"Ooh, Aro, there's this. Lo same Aro first yes, I want to go to the bathroom," Omar immediately gave his phone in front of Aro.

"Ajakin Ara chat, I'm kebelet!" omar's decree while acting as if he was resisting the desire to urinate.

"Hallo, Mom?"

"Ha ha hello, Ra?"

"Mas why? you think people are scared?"

I'm afraid you don't want to be with me.

"I don't see leak here."

"Leak is not in Bali, Mas?"

"For a walk here times Leakya,"

"When will I be home?"

"Lusa, why?"

"I'm asking you to buy me some cheese bakpia, huh, Mas?"

"Otherwise?"

"Sama dong batik cloth, Mas. I'll pay here."

"Well, what else?"

"Udah, yes it is, I want to get ready for work first. Don't forget to pray, Mas."

Always the message that Ara conveyed, do not forget the prayer.

Ara knocked the phone to her forehead, condemning her stupidity as to why she could talk like that.

"Well, why am I so nervous?"

"Quiet, Ra ... Mahija Aro is your sister. Angel, Ra. Brother!" ara insisted on herself.