The Sky for Ara

The Bad Mahija Aro?

Ramadan is a time that many Muslims look forward to on earth. No exception Ara. The sweet white girl was writing down some of the fasting openings she would make for the entire month. He will usually make a different menu every day in large portions. Not only to be eaten alone with family, Ara will usually share it with neighbors and people in need.

Ara sat facing the dresser dancing a pen on white paper in her diary. Diary book that has been some time he rarely touch.

Open menu list.

Banana kolak (my favorite, do not use coconut milk)

Peanut pea (favor of Mahija Aro, quickly go home, Mas)

Banana, chocolate, cheese (favorite Mahija Atar)

Green bean porridge (mom's recipe)

Salak kolak seeds (inget uti)

Banana brown lumer (favorite Ammah Nadia)

Bakwan shrimp (this is my favorite too)

Pukis cake (so fond of Ara hehehe)

Vegetable and meat risols (kalo pake mayo afraid of melting)

Klepon (this is a recipe from uyut)

Batagor (recipe for champion)

Siomay (recipe from Mother Rain)

Potato doughnuts (Mami champion)

Es Dawet (I like the broth)

Egg pudding (father's favorite)

Sweet martabak (mama Ayesha's favorite)

Cimol (Favorings bang Rud)

Milk vla pudding (Mahija Ahkza's Favorite)

Fried bread (Freak food, made an impromptu small fitting with Atar. But delicious hehe)

Unyil bread (ask recipe to Ida hehe tea)

Only until the number 20 he wrote down a list of menus to be made, Vanya has come to him. Make him stop his activities.

"Neng, what will the meat be cooked for?" asked the black-hijab woman while standing behind Ara.

The two of them met in the mirror.

"You cheeked him now there's a stuff, Neng?" Vanya pinched Ara's left and right cheeks alternately.

"Yes, I eat mulu. Fat huh, Mi?" Ara probed her own face reflected through the mirror.

"It's beautiful, so it looks fresher," praised Vanya bowing her body and briefly kissing Ara's cheek.

"Yes, said Mas Ar I have to eat a lot. I'll have to ...."

Ara stopped her sentence. Maybe she would tell that to her mom.

"What to do?" ask Vanya curiously.

Ara was silent, there was no way she would tell that embarrassing thing.

"What's the matter, Ra?" urged Vanya.

Because you have to give birth to many children for me

Aro's words seemed to whisper back in his sense of hearing.

"You think of Ar? miss the same Ar?" cecar Vanya made Ara shake her head.

"Related to miss?" Vanya urged again.

"For me to miss one of His servants is to deliberately waste time. She is not halal for me, I do not dare to miss," said Ara as she moved and stood facing her mother.

He put both hands on Vanya's shoulders. He patted it a few times and said, "Please, pray that I don't misstep. Please ask Rabb to keep this Salasika Arabella from the snares of pseudo love, yes Mi."

Vanya nodded, "But this doesn't mean you don't love Ar's mas, does it?"

I've even put a taste on him since he was still wearing a blue white uniform.

"I don't want to be too fond of the word love, I'm the same mas Ar differenta. Let us express our feelings in different ways, but God willing we are one goal. Both expect the love that is idolized by God," said Ara at length.

Vanya then hugged the girl who now does have a slightly filled posture. The boy who once wanted him to catch his breath. A lump of blood that he had poisoned to come out of his stomach. A piece of meat that had almost been slashed by a scalpel. Now, she grows into a girl who is not only beautiful, but also beautiful in her heart.

Ara broke her embrace as the ringing of the phone she kept on the dresser caught her attention. Plastered Aro's name when Ara saw the screen of his phone. Ara immediately answered the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ra. What again? had breakfast?"

"Should talk to mommy again."

Ara glanced at her mother who waved her hand and left Ara's room. Ara waved back and smiled.

"The same miss is God, Mas. Don't keep the same me."

"But you don't hangenin."

"The expression of love if it's too flabbergasted for a long time becomes bland."

"If I don't dong, your life will be bland if you don't get expressions of love from me."

Ara smiled, that man across the street can always thrill her heart. Make it soar, without allowing it to come back.

"Don't be a dreadful dreadlocks, tomorrow's the first fast. Tonight's not to be missed."

"Each candidate for makmum. The first tarawih 'will be equal to making us as beings who have just been born, our sins come out of the body. I want to do that too."

"Thank God that Mas Ar knows."

"I'm not a godly man, but to be with you I'll learn to do that."

"I'm not a shithole woman either, Mas. We still have to learn."

"We must join hands to equalize the steps. For you are the guide."

Ara clucked resentfully, why the mouth of her future husband was so easy to say sweet. Like never ending the stock of words in his brain.

"Udah ah, Mas! I want to cook anyway. Don't forget to pray!"

After Ara disconnected the call and said hello, Aro who had just taken a bath returned to his room to get dressed immediately. He could have called Ara bare-chested and only wearing a haduk limited to the waist.

Being away from family on the first day of Ramadan is nothing new to him. Even a few years ago he had celebrated Eid al-Fitr in the country of people while filming.

This time it all feels different, in a small heart want to celebrate Ramadan at home with family, with Ara of course. But, his condition is other. He had already long since signed a project contract this time.

Aro came out of his room wearing only shorts and a black t-shirt. According to Vishnu, The Director, filming today will be held after the dhuhur later.

Feeling hungry, Aro asked the other crew for breakfast. They said breakfast was sego tiwul (again), it's over.

Aro looked at some dirty dishes with stains of the remnants of the side dishes scattered on the table. There were also several crew members and Oji was gathered around the table with cigarette smoke billowing.

Aro actually doesn't really like being close to them, which Aro thinks his mouth is like cheap lambe, another front back. Not infrequently when gathering together, they often talk about the ugliness of one of the friends who did not come together. That explains how zero they are. Toadeater. Loser, or whatever it is.

Aro ignores Oji's call to join. He chose to go to the backyard because he was interested in the fragrant aroma of cuisine that he thought was very fond of his sense of smell.

The strong aroma of coconut milk vegetable sauce, either because of his hungry stomach or indeed his sensitive nose? Arriving in the backyard, he sees Erna, the owner of the house he and his friends rent, sitting facing the stove on which there is a large cauldron.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ms Er!" greet Aro who immediately stood beside Erna.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas," answered Erna half in shock, her body almost toppled back if her foot reflexes were not good.

"Be careful, Ma'am!" reprimand Aro felt guilty for shocking Erna.

"What's up here, Mom?" still in a shocked mood Erna asked.

"I'm a laper, Ma'am. Just like I smell good cooking. It turns out that this is the culprit" said Aro pointing with his chin at the large cauldron on the furnace gnaw.

"This is a young jackfruit vegetable, a kind of gudeg if in Jogja the difference is not as red and sweet as gudeg Jogja," explained Erna made Aro swallow his saliva. He's really hungry.

"Can you eat it?" search Aro. Know, in addition to confidence, sometimes if hungry Aro can also act shameless.

"By Mas, can. Coincidentally, there are also ripe ketupatnya. There's fried chicken, too, Mommy?" haggar Erna who of course was greeted by a steady nod by Aro.

It did not take long, the plate containing jackfruit vegetables, ketupat and fried chicken had been in Aro's hands. For a moment the man who owned the body to climb high spent the dish.

"What kind of cuisine do you like?" tanga Erna who was secretly paying attention to the movements of that shameless artist.

"Well, I like it as long as it doesn't cause stomach pain and ...."

"And what?" urged Erna as Aro hung up his sentence.

"And it doesn't hurt me, Ma'am," Aro continued quickly with a tilted head movement then he left Erna and shouted to say thank you for breakfast.

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The atmosphere of the first day taraweh is always crowded, the mosque yard until it is full. Know this is the first year for Vanya to run fasts and taraweh of course.

This is also the first year for Fadan to fast away from Yati, his mother. Even so, the boy still felt happy because there was Atar who loved him very much.

Sanu also feels another Ramadan atmosphere, although far from his family, he still feels intact because of the kindness of Ara and also his family, which hopefully will really be his family as well.

Another Ara, he felt a troubled heart deep down there. The feeling has always been bad since the first time Aro left without Omar. Magrib had a message with Omar. Ara expressed her concerns, but according to Omar's presentation, Aro could definitely be fine because there is Oji who will help Aro.

Omar's description did not necessarily make his heart calm. After tarawih, after the prayer of the lady, Ara again prostrated. He specifically mentioned the name Aro in his prayer.

O Rabb, spread all the affairs of Mahija Aro. If he is the best for me, do not give us obstacles to go on the halal road. Strengthen his heart, leaning only on the things of goodness until the time that we have determined arrives.

While far away, Aro actually kept his promise to Ara for tarawih. His appearance wearing a sarong, cocoa and white peci had become a monthly crew no exception Ayuni, the girl even had time to take a photo of Aro during ablution at the Mosque. A rare sighting, said Ayuni.

Aro had been closing the identity of his extended family. They did not know how religious the great family of Aro was. When Omar asked why he did it, Aro casually replied Let my ugliness only they know, so that if I do wrong they are not strange anymore. Human beings sometimes rest, a million times we do good, but right make a mistake, lost already that goodness. So, let them know me as a bad Mahija Aro.

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Minal aidzin walfaidzin.

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