The Sky for Ara

Worshipers Line

Opium misses the deadline that never met. To Rabb I leave you with a longing that never makes me bored.

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Akhza

In his room he was scolding himself. Roll to and fro on a bed that he had not occupied for a long time. Just like Aro, Akhza's busy life as a medical student makes his time home limited. He who is currently carrying out the stage of professional education or co-*** in one of the hospitals in the Capital City, often has difficulty dividing time between his family and his duties.

Why the hell are you, Ra chose to be fooled?

Have you forgotten our promise?

Why should Jidda and Umma Zha ban our relationship?

The inner Akhza was earthy, like there were thousands of stars circling above his head. A question he never found the answer to.

A month ago when Ara told her that she could not accept her love because it had been betrothed by someone made the world feel destroyed. Not good to eat, not good to sleep, not good to do activities. The effects of heartbreak are indeed great consequences for sufferers.

The magnitude of longing for Ara like it has no meaning. He and Ara are like characters that must always be apart. Ever knitting desperately to be able to unite love with Ara in fact pure only plans that never have a way.

In the first year of college all still feels beautiful, although rarely come home because it is busy. His relationship with Ara remains warm even though limited via chat. Ara chose to study in Bogor majoring in midwifery at one of the private universities in the rainy city.

The next year the bulkhead widened, I don't know what the cause. Maybe because of the busyness of each and also rarely meet make let alone greet, just meet no more.

Akhza felt as if he was being kept away from Ara, he felt that there was deliberate separation between the two. Sure enough, after knowing the cause came from his own family, Akhza was a little angry. He did not accept being forced to stay away with Ara.

Another is with Ara. The sweet girl chose obedience and submission. Until finally one day he was introduced to a man named Ahmad Sakaf. The son of his father's best friend, he was seven years older than Ara. Men mature and religious, at least that's why Ara accepted the match. Not love? definitely not. For Ara's love is already caught in a sense in one name.

Akhza got out of bed, his formal clothes had been undone. Now only leaving black gloves and white T-shirts attached to his body. Akhza stepped out of the room, perhaps a breath of fresh air could make him a little comfortable.

Ara

Finished spending one serving of Ara noodles immediately moved from Aro's bed. He was tired of being bullied by his brother.

"Where are you going?" asked Aro while pulling the tip of the hijab behind Ara.

"Get out dong, Mas. Why am I here?" sulk Ara was upset.

"Mintain me coffee dong to the cafe," pinta Aro.

"Just call who's got to send anter here," Ara refused as she stepped up. No more care for Aro.

"Lo dong who calls, says it's all bread."

"Udah afternoon gini abis bread, Mas."

Ara immediately quickened her pace, not wanting to be bullied by Aro anymore. The time that should be used to lay down the body, it was a waste of free serving Aro's ignorance.

"Pil, wait ....!"

"Otherwise, Mas?" sentak Ara's

Aro suddenly hugged Ara's neck, making Ara round her eyes.

"Bareng, dong way," said Aro immediately stepped up to make Ara step along.

When the two completely came out of Aro's room, Akhza came out of his room. The door of his second room facing each other made Akhza clearly capture the sight that not only struck his eyes but also pierced his heart.

Ara and Aro stop their steps, with Akhza. Ara quickly elbowed Aro's stomach, asking Aro's hand that hugged her neck to be lowered immediately.

Aro seemed to deliberately want to provoke a commotion, casually he dyed Ara's forehead and passed just like that while humming. Making Ara no longer able to wiggle at all. His hand that was holding the bowl and plate was like running out of energy. They made both of them fall on their own feet.

Akhza reflex helps him, he crouches in front of Ara who is still sculpting. Checking Ara's actual legs didn't hurt one bit.

"You're okay, right?" akhza asked to confirm the state of his heart.

Ara shook her head quickly, the clear liquid had already perfectly framed her net. Make it ready to shed at any time if Ara just a little wink.

Ara immediately picked up the bowl and the plate that was proffered by Akhza. Without a word, he soon passed away leaving Akhza.

Akhza stared sadly at Ara's back which the shrub was missing as he descended the steps of the stairs. Tanya filled her brain again. Did Masud Aro want to make himself jealous?

Aro

Because his mood was good, he did not force when Ara refused his wish. He chose to come alone to the cafe and enjoy coffee while looking at the twilight.

Cafe is always crowded in this afternoon, sipping coffee with loved ones is indeed the simplest thing that feels special. Honey, Aro doesn't have anyone special. His profession requires him to remain alone in order to be labeled as belonging to the ranks of his devotees

Aro sat in the corner, a little hidden from the frenetic visitors. The hitan coffee in the white cup before him was still steaming. Bread that deliberately not given jam as a complement.

Only Aro felt calm because he could relax like a normal human, a group of high school children who were still wearing uniforms approached him.

"Mas Ar," said they made Aro forced to show the best smile. A five-finger smile.

"Seek a photo, Mommy?" pinta is one of them.

Aro certainly can not refuse, he just resigned. Until it was satisfied, the four teenagers had just left Aro.

Aro clucked irritatedly, the puff of smoke on his coffee had disappeared. He loved to breathe that stuff. Let him out on his nose. It gives the aroma of tranquility.

Aro sipped the end of the cup, just warm no heat sensation flowed through the windpipe. He took a piece of toast and bit the tip slightly. The bread and coffee were both cold. Makes him no longer want to.

Aro decided to go back to the main house. His desire to enjoy the twilight with coffee has evaporated. The risk of being an artist, it is difficult to enjoy time alone.

He took his steps gontai, if not the mother who told him to go home to welcome the family of his sister's future husband. I feel lazy to go home. It's nothing, when he misses, he must leave his mother. That's the main reason why they rarely go home.