The Sky for Ara

I Love You, Ra ....

Ara could not believe Aro's words, she got up from her seat and stood beside the tall body of the man who had just returned to make her heart fall apart.

"Turn it off, Mas the stove!" ara exclaimed as she saw smoke billowing from above the pan of toasters and meat. "Too big, besides Mas even dumbfounded!" ara's sentak hides a sense of nervousness. Though his heart was clearly exploding like corn that was being made into pop corn.

Ara snatched the spatula from Aro's hand, she immediately turned the bread and meat away. "Alhamdullillah, no charred just chocolate," added Ara, smiling with excitement.

"I really do need you to make everything perfect" said Aro, his hand suddenly raised rubbing Ara's head. "Ra, I ..."

Not yet Aro continued to speak, the voice of someone with a rush of steps approached the two.

"Mas, Tea, called mother!" yelling Atar, who seems to have just returned from school.

Damn.

The sigh in Aro's heart was earthy, almost he could express his feelings for Ara. He did not care to let in the kitchen, witnessed frying pan, spatula, stove, basin, plate, whatever it was, he would ventured to express his feelings to Ara.

He does not want to lose to anyone, he must be the winner of Ara's heart. But, all was lost with the arrival of Atar. The boy had ruined the strategy he had devised earlier. He desperately cornered Akhza with Nauna so that he could outwit Akhza's mind and take Ara away. Now just a little more of his feelings are conveyed, even Atar disturbing.

"Mas, how's this dong of bread?" ara asked, instead, he cares more about bread.

"Udah there, say the same Mother I will come down. Wait another hour!" his jolt to Akhza while pushing his shoulder.

"Sejam nutmeg lo, Mas. I'm again in demanding knowledge to be told back because I want to go to the house uti, let alone Mas who again tried to woo Ara tea, no importance, must come down right now!" reply Attar as it passes.

Attar was tired, just came back upstairs to call Aro. Not to mention the series of unimportant messages from Loli, the daughter of Damar, Akash's best friend who continues to spam chat against him.

Atar returned to the living room with a sour face. He dropped himself onto a long sofa that was being occupied by Akhza and Rud.

"Nyebelin really, if not my brother has beaten up Mas Ar!" gerutu Atar, while rubbing his face that feels hot.

"Why, Deck?" asked Akhza, he who was initially replying to the message with Thunder turned his attention to his sister who looked upset.

"That's the same for everyone!" while looking intently at Akhza, "don't go along to make sprains!" then his eyes shifted back.

Akhza just shook his head, Rud himself lazy to talk Attar. The boy will usually ask for strange things when spoken to. Ask to be taught how to cheat good and right, for example. Think Rud's a cheat guy?

While in the kitchen of the cafe, Ara and Aro finally gave up the bread business to the serving. Both of them descend to fulfill the orders of Earth. Ara walked first, leaving Aro who had time to order coffee on Lina and ordered it later taken after meeting her mother.

"Rom ....!" call him, but Ara who had walked far away did not really hear Aro's cry. The girl kept walking with wide steps.

In Ara's mind raged many questions. About the sense of being harbored, about the self that suddenly felt insecure, feeling meaningless in Aro's eyes. He felt small, nothing compared to the friends of the beautiful artist Aro.

I am only Salasika Arabella, should I wish the love of Mahija Aro the star that shines in the sky? I feel small, I'm just a lump of disgrace-clad meat.

Ara walked through the living room and family room without looking at the people who were there. The goal now is the room, he wants to take a cell phone to call mom and also the Army Midwife.

While passing in Attar's room, Ara looked into the room whose door was open, and found him packing Attar's change of clothes.

"Bun, did you call me?" tanyanya hugging Bumi daei behind, the mother was choosing Atar T-shirts that will be inserted into the bag.

Ara accidentally did not bring all her clothes to the new house, some are still in her bedroom closet.

"How many days do we have?" Ara broke her embrace because the Earth looked troubled when she was about to put a T-shirt into Attar's bag, her movement was hampered by Ara's hand coiled around her stomach.

"A day, tomorrow afternoon go home again. You have your own busy lives," explained the Earth made Ara nod.

After that, Ara came to her room to pack up as well. When he came out of Attar's room, he met Akhza. A little misbehaved, Ara tried to smile. Still feeling guilty for not reading Akhza's message.

"Bang, I'm sorry, I haven't read the message, yet" said Ara, clearly hiding a sense of nervousness, rather unpleasant.

"It's not important either, Ra," said Akhza sounding dramatic.

"Don't tell me, I'm not good."

"Don't eat if it's not good" Akhza joked, his laughter breaking as well.

Ara laughed, "Abang, I feel more guilty, no."

"Don't blame yourself, it'll secretly just hurt your heart." Akhza punched Ara on the shoulder, slowly.

No longer knowing what to talk about, Ara chose to go into her room. There was a lot he had to do, pack up and contact his mother and the Army Midwife he hadn't done yet.

With a heavy heart Akhza assures Ara to enter his room. The other Akhza with Aro who always seems to Ara. Akhza prioritizes Ara's comfort, earlier when inviting Ara to talk, clearly looks uncomfortable Ara. His hands repeatedly tidied up the location of the hijab that had even curved perfectly.

Arriving at the room, Ara immediately contacted Vanya, then the Army Midwife, After that, she put two pieces of robe and nightgown into her bag. Not to forget he also input some items that are his priority when traveling. Digital tasbih has always been the main thing he brought.

Feeling that there was nothing left, Ara placed her bag near the door. He went back to the edge of the bed and dropped himself there. His back was relaxed, he closed his eyes, exhaling many times. Inhaling it slowly, hoping for calmness to enter along with the inhaled air.

Until something cold was dripping on her forehead, Ara opened her eyes and found a familiar figure.

Again he, the owner of the heart without permission always makes himself a mess. She was deliberately dripping water from her wet hair.

"Sorven, uh!" ara exclaimed as she sat down and rubbed her forehead many times, wet.

"Wudu water, what a slob?" asked Aro who was directly sitting next to Ara.

"Your life is not happy if you are not ignorant of me?" tuding Ara while hitting Aro using a pillow.

"I don't want to be away from you, Ra. I want to hold on, is this the name of falling in love, Ra?" the question that made Ara unable to answer.

"We are both adults. I think the expression I love you is too like a Junior High child who just knew love. Although, in reality I do love you, Ra ...."

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.Huaaa so long ago yaaa. I'm again in a messy fashion once this gangs. My heart is a mess when I see Mas Ar's nose. Sorry just nongol, pray that tomorrow mah smoothly. I love you guys, sorry I just dared to say hello to you guys, just pede. Insecure likes nyampe bones. Thanks for everything.