The Sky for Ara

Recognition

"How do you make the spice?" ara asked after lifting the peanuts from inside the pan filled with hot oil, already finished fried and cooked.

At least Ara is not uncomfortable with the state of the kitchen that is far different from the kitchen in his home, especially at home Earth. The kitchen was still clad in the ground with bamboo rooms as walls, and there were many holes everywhere.

"Yes I mashed, Ma'am," said Fadan's mother who turned out to be named Yati.

Fadan's mother was opening the skin of a cooked potato steamed. The movement of his hands was so agile that it separated one of the food sources that had carbohydrate substances from his skin.

Meanwhile, Aro and Fadan were engrossed in watching the video on the screen of Aro's phone. I don't know what video, Fadan must have laughed occasionally, and Aro would gently rub his head.

"I boiled water for dough, Mom?" ara permission though still confused where the pot to boil water.

"I did, Ma'am. The pot is ugly and black. Later his Mama's hand went black," explained Yati as she moved from sitting and began to step towards the corner of the kitchen.

There was a rickety shelf in the corner, somehow Ara's heart throbbed pain looking at it. In the mind many questions. One of them, where did Fadan's father go?

Ara chose to reopen the potato skin, while Yati himself took the initiative to pound the fried peanuts.

Right after Yati finished pounding the beans and Ara also finished pulverizing the steamed potatoes, the water boiled. Ara immediately asked yati to lift the water and began to listen to the material.

Ara mix potatoes on flour that has been given salt and pepper powder. Then little by little Ara started pouring boiling water that was just thrust by Yati.

Ara again asked Yati to cook water again to later boil the lilok. According to Yati, he returned to plow and refilled the pot with water.

Ara was still kneading the lilok dough until it was thick and completely mixed between the potatoes and the flour. Until it is felt to be calyzed and can be formed, Ara just stopped the kneading movement and turned into a movement to make a small circle of the dough.

Yati helped make a circle, "So this recipe let's not be hard fast, Mommy?" tanyanya and embraced by Ara.

After the dough was finished forming and the water was also boiling, Ara began to put the batter into it. However, due to not being careful, Ara's hand hit the splash of boiling water and made him stir.

"Thou shaw!"

Ara's shout was heard by Aro, the man immediately handed the phone to Fadan and ran over to Ara. Ara was blowing on her red palm when Aro was already nearby.

"Why, Ra?" panicked Aro while pulling Ara's hand. He blew Ara's palm and rubbed it slowly.

"Truly, anyway!" his jolt, but made Ara's heart clearly slip.

"Should wear a centong, Ma'am enter the dough," Yati said. Jtu's woman then takes over Ara's duties.

"Come, wake up! Wash with plenty of water!" aro pulled Ara's wrist to stand up.

"After the shower, Mas. You can wash it there" explained Yati.

Ara, according to her, followed Aro out, she did not want to debate in front of Yati and was seen by Fadan.

In the backyard of the house is the shower water referred to by Yati. The water is very clear, using bamboo instead of paralon.

Aro was still holding Ara's hand, it was hard to remove if it was like that.

"Open your shoes!" aro's word while releasing Ara's hand and crouching before Ara's feet.

Aro remove Ara's white sneaker strap, "Will wet her shoes if not removed."

"Mas, when I was barefoot. Then later my socks get wet as well if the shoes are removed," said Ara slightly bent over.

Aro did not answer, slowly he removed the sneaker from Ara's tiny legs wrapped in black socks. Aro put Ara's sneaker on the door lip then he stood up and removed his joints.

"Wear my sandals!" insist, force.

Ara initially hesitates, but she tries to appreciate Aro's efforts to protect her.

"Mas, actually this is excessive," said Ara while starting to wear the oversize Aro sandals on her feet. "Here my hand is also okay," he added, then walked towards the shower.

Ara began to pour out her hands that still felt hot. It felt cold and comfortable. Make him interested to poke both hands and even play with water. He laughed himself splashing water on his face.

"The water is different, the same Mas in our house," said Ara telling what she felt.

Aro squinted his eyes as he got closer to Ara, he reached out his hand and left it under the clear water.

"Fresh, right?" ara asked making Aro nod.

"Seru yes, Mas if you have a house here .. everything still feels beautiful," said Ara back playing water, he was ignorant to splash Aro's face and make Aro do the same thing.

Be both showering each other's faces with splashes until they do not realize, their clothes get wet.

"You are the first," complained Aro as he rubbed his wet face.

"Mas also responded, try if not?" kelit Ara wiped her face with the tip of the hijab. His hands are not hot now.

"Udah ah, into yuk?" invite Ara while shaking her hands to dry quickly, she refused to wipe on her skirt.

"Wait, Ra!" prevent Aro from pulling Ara's hijab back.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Love me for sure, Ra. I'm starting shooting a new movie next week. Next month again began busy promo out of town," tell Aro, "at least love me clarity, can I expect you?" he made Ara flutter.

"Mas, I .. I'm afraid, Mas .. jidda, umma Zha, the extended family of fathers, they must be against," said Ara.

"I don't care about them, I just care about your answer. Do I occupy your heart even a little, Ra?" urge Aro, make Ara hold his chest. It feels crowded, feels hopeless.

"Mas, I'm just Salasika Arabella. Not a special woman who deserves to be such a puja. I've been presumptuous to hold the feeling for so long, but I'm afraid to admit it," said Ara published hope in Aro's heart.

The man smiled and approached Ara, "You want to accept me, Ra?"

Ara shook her head, "I'm scared, Mas. I don't want to take any chances. Let everything stay like this. I'm my brother and you're my brother!" firmly Ara.

Aro similarly shook his head, "Wait for me, Ra. You want us to marry? I'm gonna marry you. Just a minute!" pinta Aro made Ara's eyes glazed over.

"Can Mas give up his profession as an artist if I marry him?"

"This is my world, Ra. Where I seek sustenance. What if I stay?"

"Mas, I want when you're my husband, only I can look and touch you. I don't want you to be the dream of many other women, even if it's only in their imagination!" ara firmly passed. He doesn't want to talk about this any further.

Again the steps were prevented by Aro, Ara's arm was blocked by the beautiful-eyed man. "I can, but, give me time. A year?" tawar Aro's.

Ara bergeming. That year will be long. But, nothing compared to him who since Junior High harbored that feeling in Aro.

"Where? I have to finish my movie first. How, Ra?" urge Aro to clutch Ara's arm.

"Yes, Mas. I want to wait," Ara replied as she pulled her arm from Aro's grasp. "But there are conditions. Go back to the way that Allah has desired. Pray with the best prayer," added Ara made Aro stunned and realized his mistake.

Next, Ara took off Aro's sandals and returned to wearing her sneaker by repeatedly mistakenly tying the knot of the rope. Making Aro who noticed him feel angry and anxious.

Aro crouched down, he brushed off Ara's hand and took over the flip of Ara's sneakar.

"We have to be together, Ra. I need you to accompany me home. You also need me to push your shoelaces," Aro's chirp was rewarded with a punch on the shoulder by Ara.

Aro laughed as he caught Ara's hand still beating her, "Let me complete you. I can't promise perfection. But, let me be your sky, the sky for Ara."

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