The Sky for Ara

Where are you, Mas?

In the morning, Ara helped Ayas make breakfast. The habits of the grandmothers of five grandchildren never change, always requiring each family member to eat breakfast.

"That's why don't you want to live in Bogor, anyway?" ask Ara who is cutting tempeh. Tempe fried artificial flour uti always be a champion.

"If Uti's in Bogor, who's here to look after him?" uti asked back, his focus was still on the tempe that was being fried. The aroma of the leeks seeps when the tempe is almost ripe.

"And there are akung, why should it be made complicated?" Ara finished her task, she brought the tempe near the uti. "Don't you want to keep deketting Ara?" ask Ara next.

"Well, who lives here, how?" bargain uti, while draining the mature tempe.

"Mami Ara will be alone in Bogor" said Ara gave an excuse, his hand raised to take over the serok held uti. "Put the plate, Ti?" tanyanya and yangguki uti.

Ara walked up to the plate rack and picked up one white plate with a floral motif on the edge. Ara put one after another of the 6 pieces of fried tempeh. Just put the last piece, a hand took it first.

"Good morning, Ara ..," said the owner of the thick eyebrows, while eating the fried tempeh he had just picked up.

"Morning, Mas ..," replied Ara origin, between nervous and strange.

It all felt strange after Aro's statement about, I love you, Ra.

"Walk yuk, Ra!" take Aro with you, while following Ara's steps as she approaches the uti again.

"Not breakfast go anywhere!" refute uti, glancing sharply at Aro.

Aro was ignorant by kissing her left cheek. "I feel unacquainted from yesterday" he protested, embracing uti's waist.

"Shut up, Mom! later hit by hot oil," to protest back, his hand carefully put tempe dough into the pan.

Aro took off his embrace, he moved to stand beside Ara.

"I'm afraid yuk!" the whisper, right in Ara's ear wrapped in a light brown hijab.

"No way!" reject Ara firmly while shifting her body to get away from Aro.

"Just?" Aro came back closer to Ara, who was approached further away, clinging to the body of the uti.

"His sister doesn't want to be forced, Mom!" firmly someone who has just come, the end of the gamis arm looks wet.

Aro turned towards the source of the voice which turned out to be his mother.

"Mother .. if Ara does not want to help persuade instead of that," protest Aro made uti laugh, Ara remained flat. He was confused to face such a situation.

He knows which Aro to dispute. His refusal would only end in vain.

"Come, Ra!" once again Aro invites, forcing more precisely.

"Where the hell is it, Mas?" in the end, Ara was devastated.

"To KUA ...." Aro answered quickly Ara's question, "we bought your favorite pancake," he added, making Ara hit his arm.

"Mas, don't be teased continue to dong his sister!" The earth that was making sugar-sweetened tea stone for the husband as well as the others glanced towards Aro.

"Udah, Ra ... there go! you think your Masmu can you refuse his will?" tuding uti, back to glancing cynically at Aro.

Finally Ara accepted Aro's invitation, with a note of his affairs should be important and his pancakes should really be there. Aro would have said yes, even though he did not know there was a pancong baker there? He just answered.

The two of them came out of the house, not greeting Akhza, Atar, Rud and Akash who were sitting in the living room.

"Let's go fast, Bang!" ledek Atar while kicking Akhza's leg, "the cheat is his rival," he added, smiling ignorantly.

"It's not necessarily him who won" Atar said.

"Udah will win, the ceasefire continues. Lo diem mulu," Rud chimed in.

"Nyerah, Bang. Ara tea also likes the same mas Ar," Atar's suggestion made Akhaza throw him with a chair cushion. Upset with envy. Depressing.

The earth came with a tray of sweet tea, along with the Sea and Ayesha who also joined.

"Why was the pillow thrown?" point Earth at Atar, wrong target.

"Dragon, Bun. Not me," Atar refuted with a scared face, making the Earth laugh.

"Who's in the kitchen, Dek?" ayesha asked, about to sit down but stand up again.

"Alone, Ara was taken away with Ar," answered Bumi quickly, making Ayesha farewell to the Sea to go to the kitchen to help uti.

"Marry, just Kash! it is not good if they continue like that" the sea warned.

"Lo think I don't want to marry them? her child is a complicated, the guy is too much joke, the girl is too hard to believe .. hard to find it happens," said Akash made Earth hit his arm.

"The old man's speech changed dong!" he cried, staring at the Sea and Akash alternately.

"Yes, yes ... if mas Ar same tea Ara married later must have a child and Dad became a grandfather, the past so grandfather still lo-gue continue to talk about it?" the Atar protest at length made Akhza move from his seat.

Undeniably, Akhza's heart burned with intense jealousy. Since childhood, it was always Aro who was superior to him. Akhza always felt, the mother's father did prioritize Aro. Maybe because of Aro's hard attitude that makes both parents always agree with Aro's wishes.

Earth and Akash looked at each other. As it moved, it was clearly a sad and disappointed look on Akhza's face. Akash signals through the eyes that the Earth is following Akhza. The earth nodded, she followed her firstborn who was walking towards the outside.

Akash realized, Aro had indeed been very dominant Akhza from baby. Still attached to memory, how often the Earth always prioritizes Aro in various things. Aro is always powerful from a baby. Not to rule out the possibility, this time too, in love affairs again Akhza will lose to Aro.

Meanwhile, somewhere else. Aro and Ara were still walking side by side down the outskirts of the still deserted road. Usually, if it is a little afternoon and the sun rises, many farmers will dry onions on each side of the road.

"Mas, does Mas know where KUA is?" tanya Ara stopped her steps, "i'm tired, Mas," he added while leaning against the big longan tree on the side of the road.

Aro immediately pulled Ara's wrist, "Many ants, Ra ...."

Ara quickly pulled back the hand that was being held by Aro. It became a mistake. Repeatedly correct the location of the hijab and flick the skirt on the back. Made Aro laugh and rubbed his head.

"Don't be sweet, Ra," said Aro Lirih, looking at Ara who was now also looking at him. "Why do you like to keep me reluctant to stay away?" he continued, sitting on the side of the road.

Ara gawked, she still stood digesting Aro's words. Next to his heart felt that Aro was serious, the rest still felt that it was just a joke.

"We're talking here, too," said Aro as she pulled up Ara's skirt, "here to sit!" his word made Ara comply.

After Ara sat down, Aro did not immediately speak. He wanted this time Ara to really seriously respond to every sentence he would say.

Ara linked fingers, squeezing each other repeatedly killing boredom. Aro doesn't talk. He was just busy writing something on the asphalt of the road using a twig. Makes the sound of srek sound repeatedly heard.

"Mas, why is it?" in the end, Ara started talking.

"I want to talk you hear me, Ra," replied Aro, releasing a branch from his hand.

"When don't I hear you, Mom?" point to Ara, slightly barking because he did not like the words of Aro who accused him like that.

"I seriously love you, Ra. Why do you think it's all a joke?" urged Aro, managed to stare and lock Ara's gaze.

The girl's lips trembled violently, holding back the cry from something that had reached her heart. Why is it so easy to shed tears?

"Ra, how should I let you believe. I love you, Ara ...." Aro said full of emphasis with teary eyes.

Ara was no longer, her tears were already nurturing. It could have broken, but Ara held it.

"Your confession scares me, Mom. I was afraid it was just your sweet mouth, while I had already fallen too deep," I Ara made Aro flabbergasted.

"I was afraid that when I turned my head, you had actually gone back. Our world is different, Mom. You and I are not in line. It's going to be hard" Ara said, leaving Aro clueless.

"What the hell, Ra?" he asked, again with great emphasis, "we are the same, what makes us other?" he continued urging Ara to answer immediately.

The day is getting late, the situation around starts to get crowded. Some children who wear Elementary School uniforms go through both. They walked in groups, about four people. Throwing each other jokes, deliberately lowering the rope of a backpack attached to the shoulder to raise the sound from inside the bag. Friction between the book and the pencil case seems.

"What do you expect of me, my dear?" ask Ara. Aro's answer will determine his decision later.

Aro did not immediately answer, of course he was gamang. Married is not her priorats at this time. He still has a contract with one of the production houses. Filming will be done soon. He does not want his concentration to be split.

"The connection is clear, the bond that keeps me from staying by my side even though I'm not really around you" Aro replied, making Ara laugh.

"Are you ready to marry me, Mom? Because only marriage can make me really be with you" Ara said, seriously.

Aro immediately replied, what is it that Ara said with our world is different? Not unprepared, it's just that Aro wants to focus on his work. The film he will star next is a project that he has been waiting for some time. Even the director prepared a special time so that Aro looks naturally mature to get into the character he will play.

"I'm ready, but wait a little while longer, Ra," pinta Aro, said.

"My love isn't that joking, Mom. I'm not like most women who are happy to hear statements of love just for the sake of uncertainty. Marry me soon or forget all your feelings!" firmly Ara while standing up, wagging the skirt then running.

Aro's answer was enough to make him think not too far away to dive into his feelings. Obviously the two are different, Ara is not a girl who just needs a love speech. As he had told uti, he did not want to build love on sin.

Ara further ran away leaving Aro. While Aro was still sitting unmoved.

"Gue rejected?" he muttered as he felt his chest throbbing pain.

A taste he had never found so far. The pain is more than a negative comment by the director on his performance.

"Ra, am I that bad that you don't want to accept me?" monologue Aro, without realizing Ara had left him earlier.

The girl continued to run, letting her tears shed itself. He didn't wipe and didn't hold it. He let it all flow, shed, and hoped that his feelings would be washed away along with his tears.

It stopped for a while when the roof of the house began to look. It is impossible to enter the house in a sad state.

Ara stayed for a moment, adjusting her breathing while normalizing her emotions. He rubbed the head of the hijab on his face many times. I wish there wasn't a hole in his eyes. Before he went back, he looked back. Was I worried why Aro wasn't visible?

"Did he kill himself?" ask Ara to herself

"Ara ..." then hit his own head then shook his head and walked normally into the courtyard of the house uti.

Mango trees are still faithfully towering, its charm as a producer of very sweet fruit is still at the forefront. Every time the time has come to bear fruit, it is always the most anticipated by everyone.

After saying hello, Ara went into the house. He found no one in the living room or family room. Ara continued walking until she reached the kitchen. His family is having breakfast.

"There's a pancake?" ask uti like an insinuation.

"Uti Kayak does not know mas Aja, where he once spoke seriously," replied Ara while pulling an empty chair next to Akhza, then she sat down. Only the chair was empty.

"Where are you from?" ask the Sea, investigate.

"Run morning, uh who frenetic instead run away from reality," replied Ara while receiving a glass filled with water that thrust Earth. "Thank you, dear Mother," said Ara with a smile and then drink the water. It feels fresh in the throat.

Next Bumi told Ara to eat her breakfast immediately, they should immediately prepare to go to the tomb. Not too late to return to the capital.

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Until everyone is ready to go to the tomb, Aro has not returned. A piece of regret seeped in Ara's heart, he began to guess the no-no.

"Where are you, Mas?" he muttered while pacing on the porch of the house while continuing to look at the end of the road. I hope to see that figure go home.

"Ra, did Ar bring hape?" asked the Earth who was preparing, her lips decorated with pink lippatte.

"I don't think so, Mother."

"Where are you really going?" search Earth.

"We just sit by the side of the road, say something, and Ara goes home first. Ara thought mas would quickly follow, knew that Ara must have brought her home too, "sorry Ara. His worries were captured by the Earth.

"It's nothing, we want to shove. It was afraid of the daytime rush and the heat as well," clearly the Earth grabbed Ara's fingers squeezing the tip of the hijab.

"Not to worry, Ar must be fine," entertain the Earth.

"Ara was yelling, mas, Bun," he said with teary eyes.

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Haii gang, it's hard yes yesterday want to tick this doang even though. Btw, nyekar tradition or pilgrimage to the tomb of ancestors or relatives who have died in your area what is the name? this Nyekar is still very thick in my area. Even every Friday morning is still often done. Not just before fasting or during Eid.

By the way Eid, it does not feel we have two weeks of fasting. Ara had also been flying for a long time in this world of chaos. So far how has it been to accompany Ara? I wait for his comment yes gengs, because insecure again hit my weak soul. As Mas Ar said, I love you, gangs. Sending virtual hug 🥰🥰🥰 ____________0