The Sky for Ara

Me, Mau

Ara shook her head, she didn't care what Aro said. Still upset because Aro lied to him about his sick mother. Ara took the mukena and prayer mats in the closet, she immediately put them on and spread out the prayer mats towards the qibla.

"Mas, get out!" he told Aro who was lying on his stomach, both hands supporting his chin. Not blinking noticed Ara with a thin smile on her lips that remained red even though a smoker.

"No way!" he said without taking his eyes off.

"I want to pray," said Ara while tidying up the location of the face on his head, "Not to look at me," he continued, waving the mukena boss to Aro's face.

Aro laughed, he changed his position to lie on his back to Ara. "Pray me yes, Ra. Ask God, ease our steps to become halal lovers."

Ara rounded her eyes to hear Aro's words. His chest pounded. Not had time to tidy his heart that was a mess, now Aro again made it worse.

"Remember Ra, my name is Assyam Mahija Aro. I love Salasika Arabella," continued Aro without turning his head, instead tightly hugging the bolts and closing his eyes.

Ara shook her head while holding her chest. Repeatedly exhaling and breathing it back. His knees were limp, his heart slashed. The bones feel like they are all out of the body.

Ara beristighfar, she gently rubbed her face with both hands. Start reading Bissmillah and start the prayer

***

After the dawn prayer, Ara said goodbye to her mother, she had to go home soon because she would take Fadan to school. Just going out the door, the hijab behind someone pulled.

"Ra, why aren't you invited anyway? I also want to join Fadan school."

Her voice was familiar to Ara, the girl wearing the mustard-colored hijab closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. He folded his lips inside and then clucked slowly.

"Mas, you don't have a job?" asked Ara while turning around.

From the looks of it, Aro seemed to have finished bathing. The freshness of the mint scent wafted, caressing Ara's sense of smell. At dawn, Ara forced her to leave her room, and the man's tumben once said.

"I want a promo to CCM at 9, but there's something I want to talk to you about!" firmly Aro while pulling Ara's wrist.

Forcing Ara to follow her steps towards the backyard. Ara tried to get rid of Aro's hand, but, as usual, she failed. Aro stopped his steps in front of the faucet they used to wash their shoes.

"Remember this place, don't you?" asked Aro with a sweet smile.

"The place Mas tortured me, I made wash Mas's shoes," said Ara quickly while brushing Aro's hand and this time it worked.

"Isn't that where you started to love me?" guess Aro makes Ara's cheeks blush. "Yes, that's okay, Ra, too" he continued, tilting his head.

Ara did not answer, she turned her face away so as not to meet with Aro.

"Ra, I'm serious about getting you married" said Aro

"Don't be kidding, Mum!" argue Ara.

"Why should I prove my seriousness, Ra?" aro asked, despair emanated from his eyes that stared glaringly at Ara.

Ara shook her head, "I don't know, Mas."

Aro touched Ara's shoulder, but Ara immediately pounded on her shoulder. "Mas, don't like it, deh!"

"Sorry, Ra. But, I'm really serious," Aro said with confidence.

"I can't believe that, Mom!" sela Ara made Aro growl in frustration. "I say goodbye, I don't have to think about Fadan, let me take him. Finish the job today. We just talk again," Ara continued, but stopped coming back.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. Hopefully it will be easy for today's event. Be careful, do not forget to pray," Ara's message then completely left Aro in a hearty excitement that never dimmed.

"Ra, how should I let you believe?" muttered Aro looked at the departure of the little girl who ran

***

After driving Fadan to school, Ara rushed back home. He will today bring Vanya to meet an Ustaz who will guide Vanya to Islam. Bumi just called can't come along because there's a little obstacle in the cafe.

Once at home, Vanya who was wearing a Muslim dress was waiting for him that day. It did not take long, they left for the mosque where today there is a lecture held there. Ara had already made a promise with the Ustaz. Of course with the help of the mother.

Just hitchhiking for 10 minutes they have arrived at the intended mosque. There, the pilgrims have just finished their studies. In accordance with the promised time, Ara and Vanya entered the mosque despite being embarrassed because they felt watched by worshippers.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Ara said hello.

The Ustaz greeted the two kindly and immediately introduced Ara as well as Vanya to the congregation. Not to forget he also told the purpose of the arrival of Ara and Vanya.

"Whose name, Mom?" asked Sang Ustaz who was wearing a dark green turban, his face looked shady with his soft voice as he spoke.

"Vanya, Mr. Ustaz," said Vanya.

"Brother Vanya is of what religion?"

"Christian Protestant."

"Are you sure you want to convert to Islam?" ask The Ustaz.

"Dragon, I'm already convinced," replied Vanya, nodding steadily.

"Then follow me on two words of the Shahada!" exclaim Sang Ustaz, seriously.

Then the Ustaz guided Vanya to read two sentences of the Shahada complete with its meaning. The actual Vanya is already memorized, having no difficulty reciting it.

"Alhamdullillah, may Istiqomah yes, Miss Vanya," hoped Sang Ustaz.

"Alhamdullillah, thank you Mr. Ustaz," replied Vanya with teary eyes.

Ara beside him was already crying happily, he was no longer confused by his own question about whether he should pray for Vanya when he was gone.

"Now Miss Vanya has no sin, please open a new page. Many do worship and kindness as the Islamic religion recommends," the message of the Ustaz made Vanya nod.

"Well, pray also yes by the holy mothers so that Vanya's mother can Istiqomah become a Muslimah," said Sang Ustaz to the worshipers and simultaneously mamiinkan by them.

After all was enough, the Ustaz gave some encouragement to Vanya. Ara and her mother who now adheres to Islam say goodbye and immediately go home because Ara has to work.

***

While in the clinic, Ara did not take off a few hours once calling Vanya. Ask the situation of Sanu and also Fadan. From her mom Ara knew, both were fine.

The clinic was quiet that day. Plus the Army Midwife also has an event, making the woman tell Ara to come home when the new clock shows at 17:00.

In his heart, Ara also felt relieved. He felt like he wanted to quickly go home and lay his body on the bed. His back is already hurting. The comfortable shadow of the mattress was already waving in his mind.

***

Arriving home, Ara is shocked by the presence of the Sea and Ayesha. It's nothing, it's their first time visiting Ara's residence.

"Mom Midwife has an event, so close the door" replied Ara while kissing Vanya's hand.

Ara also met the Sea and Ayesha, they were conversing in the living room.

"You wonder why Papa and Mama came here?" tanya Vanya caught the worry on Ara's face.

"Yes, I'm so shocked," I'm Ara laughing discordantly.

"Mending now you take a shower continue to rest first, there is time until magrib. Later, Mama will tell the arrival of Mama with Papa," Ayesha's proposal increasingly makes Ara curious.

Ara tried to dismiss prejudice, she just obeyed Ayesha's words. Ara took a shower then laid her body down for a moment in the room. Sanu also accompanied him. The woman did not wear skimpy clothes anymore, because Ara did not have such clothes.

Ara could not close her eyes, she could only lie down to relax her muscles.

"Sanu can make a salary, right?" asked Ara remembered something.

"Can, why the hell, Ra?" Sanu asked back.

"Manyakin najai surah Yusuf same Maryam yes, San," Ara's message while tilting the body facing Sanu, "disakan read sholawat as well," he added while rubbing Sanu's stomach.

"Yes, Ra ... Thanks, we just know, but you are very good with me," said Sanu, full of days.

"Together the servants of God must help each other" said Ara and the two laughed.

At the same time Ayesha went into the room and reminded her that Magrib had already been made. Ara decided to introduce Sanu to Ayesha, although she did not understand the situation, Ayesha seemed friendly to greet Sanu.

Ara rushed ablution, not forgetting to guide Vanya also to purify herself. It turns out that Vanya has mastered the ablution movement just memorizing his intentions, readings, and prayers.

They prayed together with Ayesha as the Imam. While the Sea invites Fadan to go to the Mosque.

Finished the magrib prayer, Ayesha immediately told Ara to change clothes with batik cloth cuttings and milk-brown brocade kebaya that she brought.

"What's this gonna do, Ma?" asked Ara who was still astonished.

"Udah Ara change first, then wear makeup a little, yes," said Ayesha asked Ara to change her clothes immediately.

Ara according to him, he had only first worn a brocade kebaya like this. Seeming fitting on her body, Ayesha was very satisfied with the result. After that, Ara got thin makeup on her face by Ayesha. She is unusual and beautiful, even though only a touch of thin powder and nude lipmatte.

"Well, now it's ready. Come outside!" take Ayesha while tidying up the pashmina hijab that Ara uses. Her appearance was really graceful and sweet.

When he arrived at the living room, Ara's prejudice broke down. He found his father and mother and extended family there. One person who made him more convinced by his prejudice was Aro.

The man was wearing a long-sleeved batik shirt, looking handsome with neatly combed hair and a sweet smile adorning his face.

Ayesha guided Ara's steps to immediately sit down. Despite knowing what all this meant, Ara remained nervous. Ara was brought to sit on the carpet that was named in the living room. He sat next to Vanya and Ayesha.

Cross with the Akash family. Ara stared one by one at her family members. When his gaze was fixed on Aro, the netra was as if Aro was the key to just looking at him. As usual, a ignorant smirk decorate Aro's face. She's like she's wearing Ara 'you're wearing lipstick?' like the other day when he just got back from London.

Akash started the conversation, he opened the event by saying greetings and do'a. After that, he announced his arrival at the sea.

"This actually sounds weird. When Ara was actually our son, but his name was embedded in the Sea Family Card. I don't know, maybe this is God's plan, because in fact my son, Assyam Mahija Aro, has dropped his heart on my own daughter, Salasika Arabella," papar Akash at length made Ara in her seat lowered while cultivating tears.

Ara was shocked, moved, happy, but also felt being bullied by Aro. Many times he continued to be surprised by the actions of Aro.

"Our arrival led our son to propose to Salasika Arabella. Our own daughter. The child we love so much, the girl we always thought of as our little baby. The best child and can always be proud of both parents. Ara for us is a priceless treasure, its presence in the middle of our family has given such a beautiful color. Now we come here, asking for Ara's willingness to be our daughter-in-law. Ara, will Ara accept Mas Ar's proposal?" tanya Akash made Ara's tears shed.

Instead of answering Ara instead cried without a sound, her shoulders went up and down with her left hand placed on her chest and her right hand covered her mouth. Ayesha immediately grabbed him. Bringing Ara into his arms. The earth wanted to move, but Akash held it back.

"Ara, will you answer yourself or Papa answer?" bargain Ayesha, "Ara can whisper to Mama the answer," continued Ayesha rubbed the head of Ara.

"I ... I .. I want, Ma ... I will," answered Ara in the midst of her sedu sedu made Ayesha hamdallah and immediately told her husband.

The sea nodded in understanding, "Alright, after hearing Ara's reply, it seems that Ara is reluctant to ...."

"Papa don't mess around!" jolt Aro when the Sea hangs his sentence.

"Look, Bro!" the Exclaiming Sea made Aro cluck in annoyance.

"Ara refused to refuse, she accepted the proposal from Assyam Mahija Aro ...."

Hamdallah's words echoed throughout the room. Even the women to let out tears because they were moved by the atmosphere created. Moreover, Ara was still crying, even drowning her face in Ayesha's chest.

The earth could not stand it anymore, he moved on and immediately took over hugging Ara.

"Dear, son!" entertain Bumi hugged her daughter's body tightly.

"Thank you for accepting Mas. Thank you, dear. Mother is happy, forever we can always be together. Mother dear to Ara," said Bumi makes Ara increasingly tighten her embrace.

"Now, Ara wear a ring first huh?" persuade the Earth while breaking her embrace.

Ara nodded, Bumi then turned her eyes to her son. Aro understood, he got up from his seat. Don't forget to bring some tissue sheets to wipe away Ara's tears.

"Hey, don't cry!" entertain Aro while smiling warmly. Jahil's hand rubbed the head of Ara.

Ara simply nodded, her face wet with tears. Aro's hand was raised to rub Ara's cheek, but was immediately pushed aside by Earth.

"Mother!" earth snatch tissue from Aro's hand.

Aro just laughed, then he took out the ring box from his pants pocket.

"Mother wear it!" again the Earth exclaimed to make Aro rub his nape.

Earth opened the ring box, she grabbed Ara's hand and immediately pinned the ring on Ara's ring finger. Ara looked at him with a haru feeling. He swiped the ring and said thank you to Earth.

"Well, didn't I say thanks? who bought me my ring?" aro's words made Ara cluck in annoyance.

"Ara, thank you for accepting me. Again I say, I can't promise to make your day beautiful, but I'll just try to be your sky. The sky for Ara."

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The conversation between Mami Vanya and Pak Ustaz I quoted from the procession of Protestant Christians to convert to Islam by Buya Yahya uploaded on YT account 3 years ago.

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