The Sky for Ara

Mother Question

In his heart, Ara felt a warm touch on her cheeks that made her annoyed and opened her eyes. A charming smile with a row of white teeth immediately he caught by his sense of sight once his eyes opened.

"That's a hell of a bitch, ah!" Ara was upset because she felt her sleep was disturbed. He lifted his body and leaned on the back of the chair.

"You if sleep like carelessly," said Aro while also upholding his body.

"Rather than Mas who if talking carelessly," replied Ara with a special sound of waking up.

"Don't cry anymore, Ra!"

"They're not talking about your tears."

"You must be happy!"

Aro's string of sentences made Ara even want to cry, her tears back up and ready to shed at any time. He was crying, wanting to ignore it, but his heart was sliced. Stiffness and tightness.

Looking at the Netra Ara that nourished the tears, Aro became pity. He got up from his seat and walked into Ara's room. In the room that is very fragrant baby scent, Ara's characteristic, Aro looking for a tissue, he had seen it.

After getting what he was looking for, Aro picked up the white soft object and returned to the balcony of the house.

Ara was still strong with her defense, it was certain that her eyes were very sore. Aro immediately rubbed the tissue on Ara's eyes, he removed the puddle before it washed down Ara's smooth cheeks.

"Don't cry, it doesn't matter!"

"I don't care if anyone talks about my bad, but if you hear it directly like before it feels like my heart hurts," said Ara, again her tears welled up.

Aro patted her shoulder "Not a backrest, is it?"

Ara shook her head, "Don't like being joked!" his jolt then hit Aro's shoulder and the one who was hit even laughed while removing the box of cheese bakpia from the papper bag.

"I also did not ask to be born like this, if all children can determine destiny, I will ask to be born from Mother Siti Khadijah," said Ara, her voice trembling still holding back tears.

Instead of answering, Aro's hand held the bakpia, ready to feed Ara.

"Ac ...."

"Eating ...!"

Not yet Ara continued to say, Aro had already fed bakpia to his mouth. Makes Ara inevitably bite the end of the bakpia and chew it.

"Don't cry anymore except for my shoulder on which you rest!" aro exclaimed as he again fed the bakpia to the mouth of Ara, who was fed according to him.

They no longer spoke, only keeping quiet with Aro who continued to feed the cake to Ara. As usual, Ara could not resist, besides delicious, the cake also made her feelings warm. Either the cake, or the one who bribed it.

"Now it's his turn to pay," said Aro, raising his right hand to Ara's face.

"You were a little sweet, a little bit sweet," cibir Ara as he reached into the sling bag that he had earlier sipped on his shoulder. Ara slightly stirred up the contents of her bag until she got the thing she was looking for. A small wallet in black. He took a hundred thousand bills and gave them to Aro.

"Enough?" ask Ara.

"The payment is enough you come with me this afternoon to some place," Aro pushed Ara's hand that was holding the piece of red money. "I don't need the money."

"I work, Mas," said Ara while returning to put money in the wallet. For Ara a hundred thousand it means a lot.

"Tuker shift equals temen you can, right?" persuade Aro while taking the bakpia crumbs at the tip of Ara's lips.

"Mas ih!" Ara brushed off the hand of the man wearing the white shirt, "very fashion" he added, sweeping the tip of his lips with the back of his hand.

"Temen your phone!" tell Aro, he was ignorant of pulling the front of Ara's hijab, but with great difficulty Ara formed it perfectly. "Tomorrow I was busy working again, today for the holidays," he continued, then took a cigarette out of his pants pocket.

Ara moved, she could not refuse the request of her brother. Ara moved away from Aro to contact Ligar immediately, asking his friend for a double shift. Ligar did not refuse, he could because himself tomorrow there will be a dinner with the family Regas, his lover.

Finished calling Ligar, Ara also contacted Vanya. He asked if her mom had eaten?

Had a brief conversation about the cat, from her mother Ara knew that the cat was able to walk normally. Ara said to him, verily, Allah is the Owner of Life. From Him comes misfortune, by Him the misfortune is lost.

Ara returned to the chair she was sitting in and found Aro smoking a cigarette while playing music from his phone.

Winning my heart is not

One easy thing

You managed to make

'I can't live without you

Ara sat back down while highlighting Aro with a dislike look. Aro who was aware found that Ara who was looking at him cynically frowned while smashing her phone into Ara's cheek.

"Why?"

Ara shook her head, "I don't like to keep smoking. What did I say yesterday?"

Aro sighed, he only remembered Ara's remark the other day about him that forbade Aro from smoking.

"Difficult, Ra. You don't know, anyway," complained Aro, he hardened the volume of music he played.

Keeping that love is not

One easy thing

Yet for a second you never

Turn away from me

Lucky for me

Owned you

"Can, Mas. At the front Puskesmas there is a tablet of therapy to make stop smoking, my mentor," tell Ara, hoping that Aro is interested.

Aro smiled, "Well, I'm on therapy with you, how?" Aro raised his eyebrows while re-igniting a cigarette.

You are evidence

From the beauty of the face and heart

You become harmonious when I sing

About the light and darkness of this life

"Do you want me to?" Aro asked back, his ignorant hand pulled the hijab that Ara was using to cover her face. Ara hurriedly brushed it off, making Aro laugh as she was satisfied to make Ara annoyed.

"For a long time I tied his hands to a chain of ships, Mas!" threaten Ara, "It can't be done!" he added while fixing the hijab position he was holding to cover his face.

Aro's phone still continues to play a beautiful tone that seems to represent his feelings for Ara.

You are the most beautiful form

From the good of God to me

Time doesn't touch your beauty

You're the greatest woman to me

Please, you keep that in mind

"I want to be tied up with an inner bond, Ra," said Aro while throwing away his cigarette.

He changed his sitting position so facing Ara, he folded his legs so crossed.

"Ra, have you ever had a heartache like me?" the question is serious, the music becomes a backsound togetherness of both.

"What do you mean?" Ara really felt the pounding in his heart back to nothing, messy after hard work he realized earlier.

Aro's hand was raised patting Ara on the shoulder, "I'm sorry, Ra. I've been so mean to you, I never really hated you,"

Ara waver, the hijab that covered his face until it came off because his hands were shaking. Ara threw her gaze in all directions, she did not want to look into the eyes of Aro who was staring at her.

"What the hell, Mas? what's that like talking about?" Ara pretended to correct the location of her hijab which was actually neat, making Aro laugh because he was anxious to see the girl so misbehaved.

"I just want to forgive you, Ra." Aro took Ara's hand which was being linked to each other, but Ara brushed it off.

"Mas, I don't want to be held!" ara's jolt made Aro back away from her hand.

"I'm seriously sorry, Ra. I want us to be better, I want you not to be angry with me. I want you to care about me. I want to be considered good to you," Aro asked with all his selfishness.

Ara laughed, then ventured to face Aro.

"I've always been good with you, I always care," said Ara's ignorant hand back to touch the tip of Aro's nose, "You who never care and are not good with me," he once again flicked the tip of that nose.

"So we're better?"

"I'm always good, Mas" answered Ara quickly then got up from the chair and stood up, tidying up her lower robe.

"I want to go down and get a drink" said Ara as she passed making Aro immediately stand up and follow her steps. He did not want Ara back to be trusted by Miza, even though his brother had promised to be kind to Ara.

The sound of conversation was still heard in the living room, Ara was a little sneaking while taking a drink. He doesn't want to be seen by anyone. No longer want to hear bad things.

Ara sat on one of the chairs facing the dining table. Drink refreshing cold water. The new Aro came, took a seat on one of the chairs, grabbed the glass that Ara was holding and drank it, making the water in the glass a toilet with nothing left.

"So what's next?" asked Ara, feeling uncomfortable always diekori Aro

"Make sure you have nothing to bother," said Aro quickly.

As one's footsteps approached the two, Ara and Aro turned to the source of the voice that turned out to be Earth.

"Mas, wait for dad on top! There's a need he said," tell Earth to Aro, his hand stroking Aro's head.

"His hair is long, Mom!" he shouted while kissing the top of his son's head, "Cut yes, Mommy does not like handsome children Mother messy gini," he added while tidying up the location of Aro's hair.

"Yes, my dear," Aro replied as he kissed her cheeks and went to see her father as his mother had said.

As far as Aro is concerned, Earth occupies the former seat Aro sits on. He smiled at his beloved daughter who also smiled back.

"Duh, have a cat do not say the same Mother," quipped Bumi while rubbing the back of Ara's hand.

"Atar must have said it, huh?" guess Ara and be possessed by Earth.

"The mother used to be willing to keep a cat, but it is forbidden to be a father," Bumi's story, reminiscing when the pregnancy of her twins how spoiled her attitude to Akash. "It's funny, isn't it?" he continued to imagine a fat kitten with round cheeks and a pug nose.

"Keep now only" proposed Ara.

"If now he wants to keep grandchildren, not cats," the timpal Earth makes Ara frown.

"Mother disappointed I'm not getting married?" pointed Ara while probing into the face of the mother.

"No, not that," argued the Earth, "sorry before, but may you know something about Ara's feelings?"

Ara frowned, not yet understanding the direction of her mother's conversation. He was still waiting for the seemingly difficult Earth to utter his sentence.

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Forgive if all this time I made a story that memgebosenin this, sorry may not be able to slick and stir your feelings. Btw, today's story is inspired by my conversation with someone yesterday afternoon.

Where is the guy? read it, right? not coming, huh? ngelike isn't it? thank you kind brother who always respected me. No respect, brother?

Thanks everyone, please remind me if I start misguided, don't lose let alone leave. For Hamiza and the Akash family to really teach a lesson, maybe the next episode.

Thanks everyone, I hope you are not disappointed with my story. I love you guys so much. Your likes and comments are always valuable to me. Laf u all